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< blackhand >

[themasterthief]

I can be. What's the proposition?

<moirae> [1/2] there will be a mask but the rest of it's gonna be stocke's informants being mistaken

[makehistoria]

[He'll take that as a 'not yet.']

there's a man behind the wall in north vandare
i'm told he hosted one of the bones while they were here
they're supposed to have left him a bespelled mask in gratitude
i'd like to take a look at it

<moirae> [2/2]

[makehistoria]

[Insert some address here]

[A short pause...]
interesting part is beating me to it
i'll give you eight hours to get to the city before i move

< blackhand >

[themasterthief]

[Nah, he's just being peculiar with his phrasing.]

Don't bother. Wouldn't want to cheat.
Besides, it doesn't take me as long to get to the north as it does you from your place, if you're there.
Be careful.

<moirae> [1/2]

[makehistoria]

[Good thing it's nearly sundown and Stocke can make a break for the wall already, then.]

[...]
i will be

you take care i don't give you too much of a run for it

[2/2] -> action?

[makehistoria]

[It's far darker by the time Stocke gets there, though Vandare's wall is no obstacle to him; he crouches in the bushes on the borders of their target's grounds, silent and still. He's resolved to stay solid until and unless he does see Garrett about to reach the prize; seems more interesting that way, and he doesn't want what skills he has to rust away while he takes advantage of a shade's form.]

[He'd keep solid even if Garrett were beating him if he weren't planning an experiment - can he pacify his grudge by 'stealing' a prize from the arachne? He'd much rather that than a slip later.]

[The shade watches a pair of guards go strolling by, eyes narrowed to cut their glow - as soon as they're past, he makes a break for it, darting to the side of the building and taking a leg up on a windowsill. He uses the boost in height to jump and grab the balcony above, swinging himself up and over the fence. Thievery wasn't his usual work under Heiss, but he can feel that old thrill of sneaking into a place crawling with adversaries. The shade's surprised to find how much he savours the simple adrenaline; maybe it's just that everything feels better, now that he's out from under the weight of the past few months.]

[The balcony door is quick work - not even locked. Stocke shuts it quietly behind him and prowls down the corridor, looking for a likely room and listening. Any other guards indoors, any of the usual residents - or perhaps even an arachne?]

[themasterthief]

[Garrett honestly was not sure if the challenge itself was what led him to accept it this time. Certainly it was a bit of fun to be had in an otherwise bland time period. But had it come from anyone other than Stocke the sneak thief might have scoffed at the idea. He might have taken the job anyway for something to do but it would not have interested him very much.

However, the challenge that Stocke imposed on the bit of thievery piqued his interest. They had never actively worked against one another. Not in this fashion. Though Garrett had no doubt who was the better thief, he knew Stocke's talents and skills and that interested him here.

The place in question was not far from Garrett's location at the time. It took him little time to get there and only a bit more to study it from the outside. It was a haste job but he could live with that. It would not be the first time he had acted on impulse to steal from under the guards' noses.

Getting inside was easy. Traversing the inside was almost just as easy. Garrett found some duct work early on and spent his time crawling through the narrow space with his limbs tucked in tight. It did not bother him in the least. He was comfortable there.

Now it was just a matter of spotting the prize before anyone else found it.]

[makehistoria]

[While Garrett unearths an easy way through the ducts, Stocke's finding himself dodging guards. The same two over and over, in fact - their patrol loops through the entirety of the building, and Stocke's long past considering knocking them out (or taking a moment to feed). The only reason he hasn't: if Garrett's behind him, he doesn't want to make it easier.]

[(Too bad he doesn't know Garrett's found a way to circumvent the problem.)]

[The shade ducks under a table, eyes shut as he listens to footsteps stride past. He slides out from underneath once the guard's moved on, shadowing - taking one step to every one of the human's. He keeps an ear perked for the other guard, tendrils pulled close to his back to avoid casting unusual shadows.]

[Stocke halts once they reach a door that seems to lead to a bedroom. He tilts his head at it consideringly as the guard continues on without him. If he had something valuable... well, he'd keep it on his person. But if not that, close to where he sleeps is a fair guess, isn't it?]

[The door isn't even locked - the shade slips through the small gap he's made, shutting it quietly on the sound of soft breathing. (Instant backup plan: wake the sleeper and threaten them into telling him where it is.) First, though - he scans the walls.]

[Two of them are absolutely covered in masks.]

[....ah.]