steals something from the thief
The Night Court marketplace is alive with free spirits roaming the jovial streets as cobblestoned pathways are lined with merchants and entertainers alike. The night is young, and the parties are only just now getting started; a small festival in honor of Caligo is being held beneath the watchful eye of a full moon, its subdued shine gleaming down on those gathered below to celebrate. And oh, how they all flooded in and around and between, clogging up the paths to the wares and the rings that have formed around the dancers and fire breathers, musicians and fortunetellers. The performers put on quite a show for their audience, laughing and smiling at the eyes that glitter, the haughty, happy sounds pouring from those that are enthralled; children race each other to the next booth, painted faces turning them into something--someone--else. Their parents do their best to keep sights upon them, but they are not concerned, for what, really, goes wrong during such innocent festivities?
And he is there too, the magician with a body that glows brighter than any lit torch as he burns from the inside out, the center of attention with his magic tricks; and though he might have had some hidden reserve for engaging with so many others all at once--so much clamoring and shouting in awe--his introverted heart is soft that night as he appeased the guests with, perhaps, some cards and doves and even a dragon or two as they floated down to play. The atmosphere is warm as a summer's eve, fireworks shooting to bring color to the world, the clamorous and jubilant haze wrapping their way around all except for one...
One who has eyes for not just Azrael, but the necklace around his nape that twinkled against his light.
It all happens in a blur between the excessive activities: the small figure dashes through the crowd and snatches the chain right from the magician's neck, not stopping for a moment before disappearing down an alleyway. When Azrael notices (whether it was mere seconds or several minutes that brushed past him) he must excuse himself from his performance and track down the thief. An inkling of a feeling will drip into his consciousness that points him in the right direction, but he'll find himself faced with a challenge; the alleyway the slippery criminal went down splits into three side paths, and it's up to him to decide which to go through.
The necklace the robber possesses was imbued with magic as they ran (they can sell it for a pretty penny) and it now glows as determinedly as Azrael's own body. Will he recognize the radiance and find the thief, reclaiming what is rightfully his?
And he is there too, the magician with a body that glows brighter than any lit torch as he burns from the inside out, the center of attention with his magic tricks; and though he might have had some hidden reserve for engaging with so many others all at once--so much clamoring and shouting in awe--his introverted heart is soft that night as he appeased the guests with, perhaps, some cards and doves and even a dragon or two as they floated down to play. The atmosphere is warm as a summer's eve, fireworks shooting to bring color to the world, the clamorous and jubilant haze wrapping their way around all except for one...
One who has eyes for not just Azrael, but the necklace around his nape that twinkled against his light.
It all happens in a blur between the excessive activities: the small figure dashes through the crowd and snatches the chain right from the magician's neck, not stopping for a moment before disappearing down an alleyway. When Azrael notices (whether it was mere seconds or several minutes that brushed past him) he must excuse himself from his performance and track down the thief. An inkling of a feeling will drip into his consciousness that points him in the right direction, but he'll find himself faced with a challenge; the alleyway the slippery criminal went down splits into three side paths, and it's up to him to decide which to go through.
The necklace the robber possesses was imbued with magic as they ran (they can sell it for a pretty penny) and it now glows as determinedly as Azrael's own body. Will he recognize the radiance and find the thief, reclaiming what is rightfully his?
@Azrael will be in the middle of some performance--the details are up to you--when from a crowd a stranger springs forth and steals the necklace from right around his neck! Azrael will have mere seconds to excuse himself from his audience and confront the thief--but will he be able to find him again? But somewhere down an alleyway, a subtle blue glow is emanating, drawing him forward into the dark.
If he does, he may find that his necklace is not quite the same as it was only moments before...
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If he does, he may find that his necklace is not quite the same as it was only moments before...
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