"One of us should pick pockets," Flaire suggested. "Make sure we don't follow the wrong guy home."

"Alright... Hm. I have good feelings about this."

Flaire cracked a Kingler leg. "Do we really know these men in black hats are rich?"

"I see the black hatties collecting from stalls, at least the ones that run by other hatties. I'm willing to bet this city is run by VIPs like the 'Market King.' High Order is only here to run the walls. But he's right, we're all together in this."

"All I was saying was that I feel good on my part."

"If you say so," Flaire said, draining her cup. "Boy, this roleplay has plot. I'm liking this."

[0;)] "No," Flaire said bluntly. "I'm the 'disarmer,' yes? What will that entail?"

"Uh... I'm going to go walk about, and find strike locations, the houses, markets' wares, and everything such." Carmite stands up and walks towards the exit, pauses & looks back, and walks out.

"Hmm... I'd think anyone walking 'round this market would be rich as hell... Living in this city in general. Man."

Flaire looked at Carmite. "I'll follow a ways behind you. Whistle like a Fletchling if you run into trouble."

Nods at Flaire. "Can't say that it'll sound like that." Looks around and sees people behind their houses, trying to clean their windows. "No hat, and glass windows... This will be good." Starts moving towards the person.

Carmite walks quickly to the person cleaning, and knees him as he's crouched down. "Alright lad, give me your coins, and you can keep your blood of that window." Carmite is calm as he attacked and threatened some innocent guy.

(I have to make myself a quick dinner shouldn't be long)

"So are you robbing that man for yourself or do you work for Honchcrow, either way I'm not a fan" said a mysterious figure above him on the shingles. (may I join I've been waiting for the perfect moment.)

Flaire appeared around a corner, not waiting for Carmite's signal. "Same to you. Who are you?"

I'm a ninjask pokehuman with all black clothes and a ninjask mask. I'm an antagonist with a burning vengence on theives and the Honchcrow gang.(thanks)

(jumps down) "I am Vine miss, and who are you two?"

"Travelers," Flaire said smoothly. She reached into her satchel.

"Ten silver?" Carmite kicks him again, in the stomach. "Your windows say you have more..." Kicks him again, "Spit it out, lad. I'm getting mighty impatient." The person grabs his coin purse, and opens it. Carmite aggressively swipes the purse, and kicks him again, in the head, knocking him out. "Clean swipe, Flaire."

"Travellers? Then you not familliar with the Honchcrow gang. Basically they own the city pokehumans go to them if they need a loan..."Vine said carefull of the woman before him reaching in her sachel,and the man beside of him.

(Vine throws 5 silver at Carmite) "leave him alone alright?"

"I got what we needed, I'll accept tips." Picks up the five silver, still looking at Vine.

(Vine helps the man up)

Flaire had pulled out a pair of white fingerless gloves. She slipped them on, not taking her eyes off Vine. "Forget you saw us." [gtg!]

"You tell anyone and your off." Runs off back to the Slums, and checks what he earned.

"I won't need to you'll be on wanted posters soon."(jumps back on the rooftops and dissapears)

(sure later tonight)

(how'd I do)

Flaire stood for a second and stared at him. "Name's Flaire." Then she turned and raced after Carmite. [I'll only be gone for a little, so I'll wait for you guys!]

[...]

[.........]

Carmite checks the purse he stole, by dumping it all out onto the table. Coins of copper, silver and gold clatter against the wood. "Oooh... I got my counting gloves on..."

Welcome back!

(Vine notices a barfight, and decides to sit on a roof to inspect it for a moment.)

(Vine sees the Logan and Lena leaving)"I guess it's time to ask them how the fight went, they seem decently sober"(jumps into the crowd and aproaches them.)

"This was good for a shakedown... I'm going to go check prices, see what it's going to take to live in a house, so we can have priorities." Carmite piles all the loot back into the purse, leaves the purse, and walks outside.

Flaire arrived in the doorway of Slum #17. It was drizzling out, so she was soaked. And therefore, not so happy.

Passes by Flaire, "Gold's on the table. Our roof leaks a bit, so..." Shrugs as he walks forward.

As Vine walked in the crowd he obtained countless stares, he was used to it at this point but he noticed that the two were speeding up. He decided to go back to the shaddows and wait for his chance to converse with them.

Snoops around until he finds a vaccant house, fairly basic. Simple chairs and table, looks well made. The stove is already ready to burn, and there's a wire suspended above the firewood. Most likely for cooking. 2 Beds in every room, but there is a extra room in the basement with another bed. The floor has no dirt showing in between planks, and looks like a good living. The sign priced it 25000G.

Makes his way back to Slum #17... Not hesitating to stop and look at the armorer's wares first. After looking at Pikes, he holds off on buying anything. He Opens the doors to Slum #17. "So, what did you earn from the bar?"

(Vine enters slum #17 through a window) "didn't you just come from a bar why would you need more drink, yet I wouldn't mind if you wanted to share some" (Vine said curiously and carefully ninjask has an incredible amount of speed If he wanted to escape he could in a heartbeat)

Flaire padded out of her room. "Oh, it's you two. Back already?"

Draws his shortsword, and points it at Vine. "You get out of here, right now!"

(Vine saw the two enter) "Who are two" he said in a sarcastic fashion.

"Whoa hold on if you wanted security you should have gotten a better house. I just wanna know how the barfight went show some hospitality to your guest!" Vine exclaimed

"OH. Why don't we treat the man who broke into our slum some respect." Swings his sword through the air. "Enough games. Leave..." The tension in Carmite's voice grows.

"Thanks that's all I needed to know, see you" (Vine escapes in a blur)

Flaire crossed her arms, tired and slightly cranky from the rain and the smell of alcohol. "So, tell me...who led that stalker right to OUR HOUSE?"

"Screw that guy... He almost busted the shakedown too. So, let me count up all our current earnings..." Goes to the numerous purses.

(Vine goes to the bar to apreciate the work of Lena and Logan)

"No more time for play, time for business"(Vine dashes through the city searching for targets)

"First night got us... Barely 60 Gold. I know thats way more than what we started with, but a house is way farther away... 25000 Gold."

He finds a group of Murkrow beating a travelling merchant and stealing his goods. Poor man probably came here just to make a little bit of honest coin. Vine was not going to watch this happen,so he lunged at them with a supersonic wail...

Vine then pulled out his trusted weapon. A claw-like device that originally had three metal rods, but the left one was missing it was made for easy concielment and non-lethal take-downs.

"I wish. I wonder what other conspiracies lie in this city. You got Murkrow, but it can go farther. I remember back home, a Slaking ruled the underground, and helped hide me from execution. Who knows what else goes on here."

He used his weapon to smack one to the ground, and used his free hand to subdue another in a chokehold. The other murkrow reacted quickly with an instinctive headfirst peck. Vine was able to block it with his pokehuman shield.

Flaire said nothing. She sat down at the table and twisted her fingerless glove.

Two down one to go. Vine quickly grabbed the murkrow by the neck "you have no idea how much I hate your gang...theives... murderers" Vine ended by knocking him unconcious. He turned to the merchant leave town while you can soon things are getting ugly. Vine looted the murkrow of 15 silver then resumed patrol.