Pick Pocket in the Kaup

February 26th 2008

Players: Tikk, Legacy

Tikk giggles from her hiding spot behind a vendor. Much to his dismay, she seems to have alluded capture from him as she keeps going back and forth. Taking one thing from one area, and placing it on another area.

Legacy comes walking into the area, taking a moment to look around as he begins his normal patrols. The man stands tall, garbed in teh brilliant white tabard of Aurinko and adorned with masterwork banded mail. His eyes scan quizzically about the area.

Uhoh, a man of the law, or what tikk sees as the law. Serious and steadfast are the paladins that Tikk has run into in the past. For now, she moves quickly, and perhaps not so quietly as she attempts to sneak up behind Legacy.

Legacy doesn't seem to have taken notice to being snuck up upon, and instead continues to patrol the area. One gauntlet rests on the hilt of his sword, and the other hangs gently from his chest where he grips beneath his tabard to his armor. The man has a dignified stride, chin lifted and manner militaristic.

The hustle and bustle of the Kauppatori by evening is a shady and sometimes dangerous place, with only the moonlight and stars to provide light, along with the occasional fire to light one's way and provide warmth when needed. The Kauppatori is especially crowded this evening, the reason for such an occurrance unknown. All manner of cat purses, pickpockets, and petty bandits find their home here after the sun retreats.

Tikk follows in stride with the paladin, Her foot steps falling into his even if she has to hop from one to the other. After a moment, she reaches out to pull on his cloak, and the gnome known to very few as Tikklen Oean Baer Little cloak Gaerfen Glittergild Turen Jenny, tosses open her arms as soon as she gets Legacy's attention and shouts, with in her shrill voice, "DADDY!"

Legacy is a bit startled by such a prospect and turns around at that. He seems mildly confused by such an exclamation and asks in his whispered baritone voice, "What?.. where?" the man seems for the moment perplexed as he scans the area now. He doesn't seem to put much thought behind the clock gripping.

Shady vendors call out quietly from stalls to Tikk and Legacy, attempting to lure them to all manners of services; palm reading, gambling, and many other unsavory things. The denizens of the night watch Legacy especially carefully, knowing that his kind have a tendency to bring law to the lawless, and order to the chaotic. Tikk's yelling causes eyes, seen and unseen throughout the area to look in their direction. A few ragged-looking men and boys near a barrel fire warming their hands are prompted to conversation by the strange calling, talking amongst themselves quietly. They make it no secret that they talk about the Paladin and the Gnome.

It works better when one of the duo is drunk, Of course maybe in this case, Tikk is drunk. Her sober track record is something to scratch your head at. Her arms flail, her foot falls rush to legacy, and unless he moves, the man would find himself with a gnome shoe hugger.

Amid the confusion, a group of revelers walk nearby, singing and bellowing amongst themselves. Looking like Sailors or dockhands, they carry bottles and drink from them liberally. The men pass by Legacy and Tikk, one especially intoxicated-looking man bumps into Legacy in a seeming accident, "Oi, sorry there, Grace. Oi didnah see yah there. 'Scuse me now, huh." He says, and stumbles off, rejoining his comrades after tipping his dirty brown rag of a cap to Legacy in a drunken display of good manners.

Legacy is caught a bit off guard, likely considering the gnome to be out of her mind. Instead of letting her grip his leg, he reaches down to pluck her up off the ground and catch her up into his arms. "What in the light are you talking about?" perhaps having mistaken the gnome woman for a young girl by mistake. When the man bumps into him as well, he turns and inclines his head, "It's alright.. my fault." he says, completely oblivious to what just happened.

Tikk raises an eyebrow to the man and looks back at Legacy. Her eyes narrow lightly, and her face visibly falls, "Your not Mike." the obvious is stated, though her breathe doesn't smell as if she has had a drink. "ah well," she offers and attempts to make the best of this, "I claim you daddy for today." and with that, if she is with in arm's reach, attaches himself via hug to his neck.

The drunken group of Sailors suddenly burst into argument, the fellow who bumped into Legacy being pushed by one of his mates, nearly falling into a palm-reader's stall. "'Ey now, you owe me part ah them coins!" Is shouter by the pusher, as the polite Sailor brings himself to his feet once again. "Oi dun owe you nothin'!" He exclaims, getting red faced now as he re-adjusts his cap. "Oi earned them coins fair'n'square. If'n you think you kin do it, then you go on right 'head and her yourself clinked!"

Legacy bounces Tikk slightly, trying to adjust the weight of the woman in his arms, holding her like you would a child even as she wraps her arms around his neck. "Okay.. well..." he certainly was never trained on how to handle that kind of situation. Instead he turns and looks towards the arguing men and steps towards them. "Gentlemen.. certainly we can find a way to resolve this.. without it having to be an upset..."

Tikk weights 35 lbs, with all of her gear, But that is another matter at hand OH NO, she doesn't like the look of this at all and pulls out a wand before looking to legacy, "I don't like this." She remarks and swells out her little chest. "I can handle this."

The Sailors look toward the Paladin, and then toward the Sailor in question, "nah, it ain't none o' yer concern, big fella." He says, offering a nervous smile. Another, more intoxicated Sailor chimes in unbiden, "Yeah, get on and go do... something else!" He hickups loudly, and spits on the ground near Legacy's feet. The polite sailor looks toward his comrade, and shoots him an ugly look, "Dun mind moi frien' there, e's a little drunk. Oi know you's got yer... babby there, and we'll just be on our way now, we ain't suitable for babbies."

It is said there are three things to be feared within this world, one is a nuclear bomb, apparently those will leave you a pile of ash. Two, is Harvey bullock after a pot of chili with extra beans. Once again, apparently you will end up a pile of ash, all be it stinkier. The last thing is Tikk with her wand of enlarge. Seriously, the little woman has great power in such a little device. And sense the previous two do not actually concern us here, Tikk is at the ready with her little wand, and with a leap down, the woman with the best of her ability stands up, tall, proud and strong before yelling out, "GIVE HIM THE COINS."

Legacy watches how things are unfolding and motions his gauntlet up, coupled with his other as the gnome jumps down, "Wait a moment.." the man steps forwards and looks down towards Tikk, "No need to yell.. it's just a misunderstanding, I'm sure.." he says as he lifts his eyes back up towards the two men and says, "Tell me the situation.. let me shed some light on this matter for you both."

Tikk's fearsome intimidation, as much as it doesn't seem likely, seems to startle all of the mostly drunken Sailors. They all immediately begin pulling coins out of their coin purses, offering the coins to each other in confusion. The Sailor who bumped into Legacy flushes, throwing five gold coins down at his feet, "'Ey now, keep 'em, mister. I don't need no trouble now!" As he immediately bolts through his comrades and runs away terrified. It takes his mates a moment to realize what's happened, and then another fight breaks out over confusion of who's coins are who's, all of them failing to notice five shiny golden coins at Legacy's feet. They seem more concerned with liberating their coins from each other, squabbling like children.

"Them's my coppers, cuz I scratch all mine with my dagger so's you can't steal 'em!"

"A gull's tits you do, you fibbin' liar!"

"Who's gots my silvers? I know I gave 'em tah you, Filmer. Give 'em up!"

"I ain't got yer coins, you 'anded them to Geirstein!"

Tikk is proud of herself, and looks up at Legacy, and then down at the coins. "well Frihet's altar." she offers and moves to pick up the coins that where liberated. "I do dare say they sing to me."

Legacy glances down at the coins, then towards the fleeting men and back towards Tikk. He adjusts his stance slightly and inclines his head, "Thsoe belong to that man..." he states as he points towards the man fleeing. "Yo should return them."

At the mention of the coins, and their owner, all four of the other drunken Sailors pipe up, "Them's moi coins. That' devil stole 'em from me!"

"Yer a damned liar! He stole 'em from me!"

It doesn't take long for the squabbling to begin again, with men pushing other men bodily, and yelling all around. "He meant tah throw 'em down at moi feet!" One exclaims, looking to Tikk, "Oi'm they're rightful owner. I won 'em gambling, fair and square I tells ya!"

Tikk looks at Legacy and shakes her head, "the don't belong to the men," she states as a matter of fact and then knots her brow, "WHO owns them." she growls and grips her wand a bit tighter as she puffs her chest out again. Fear, it works wonders.

Legacy crosses his arms over his chest slightly, watching this unfold as though he was intrigued as to just watch. His man's expression is solemn as he watches. "They aren't?.." he seems intrigued as he watched vigilantly.

Tikk, having already proven her ability to intimidate the men, does so once again. "Oi, dun 'urt us! We'll squeel like pigs, long as you don' let tha feller bother us none!" One of the men exclaims. The other two are running off at the mouth so quickly, you can hardly hear anything else at all, their words running together. One might get the idea that the coins are stolen, however. The fourth fellow doesn't say a word, his arms crossed over his chest. He simply spits on the ground near his own feet, the glob of spittle darkened brown by a wad of tobacco in his lip. Finally, the squeeler adds, "Geirstein thinks 'imself a mighty quick-handed feller and he stole them coins from that there gentle man. Them coins dun belong to any of us!" He says, pointing with his chin toward Legacy. "Promise yew won' call th Guard on us huh? We didn't steal nothin', it was all Geirstein!" The other two, much more scared Sailors bemoan their fate loudly, "Oh damns it all, we's gettin' locked up! Damn the gods and priests an' children! We're goin' tah get lashings an' get drawn and quartered!"

Legacy seems intrigued, looking down towards Tikk and perhaps wondering what she'll do next. Then he looks back towards the man and offers, "I see.. so you're saying the drunk one stole from me?.." that man's tone is a bit condescending. You paged Tikk with 'he's got a rope holding his pants up.'

The Sailors nod quickly, backing up their story vigorously. "Yeah, tha's the truf, Oi'm tellin ya! Geirstein thinks himself a fancy rogue, but he's jus' a Sailor loik us, none better nor worse." Another pipes in, "He does have a good hand at stealin' though!"

Tikk moves to sneak away, all be it with out much finesse that ends her up ontop of a box. When she learns that she is being watched, the little woman re-examines her options and swells up to full height, her hands on her hips. "I am the great Tikklen Oean Baer Little cloak Gaerfen Glittergild Turen Jenny." She says and points to the men, "YoU will turn yourself in!"

Legacy motions his hand towards the men and says, "I'll tell you what gentlemen... you can have the coins, and spolit them amongst yourselves.. just as soon as you catch this Gaerffen and bring him to me.

The Sailors seem to see every move Tikk makes, only two of them really paying attention, the Sailor that seemed unintimidated by Tikk replying, "A Whales frozen tits we are, Lady. Oi'm not turnin' myself into nothin', and neither are these." The only other Sailor paying attention to Tikk goes wide-eyed, seeming terrified of being jailed. The other two seem to be paying attention to Legacy, "Yeah, certain of it! He stoled five gold coins from ya, an' when we demanded our shares of the spoils he wouldn' let us have none ah it!" The four of them all look to Legacy, the shine of the promise of wealth in their eyes. "Oi yeah? We catch our pal an' you give us a gold coin each?" They look between one another, all seeming to toss the idea around in their heads... slowly. "Oi dunno..." The naysayer is hushed quickly. "Oi say we'll take yer deal. 'Ow do we know yew won' jus' send us all tah jail though?"

"He is a paladin you dofts." The gnome offers, "He is honor bound by his word lest his god turns his back on them." she tosses up her hands, "Honestly, Its like they don't even know the sky is gray."

Legacy begins to step forward now and says, "I know you're not questioning my word.." the man says simply, in that strong and confident tone you'd come to accept from a Paladin of Aurinko. He looks back towards Tikk, pondering her words before he looks back and says, "Deal??" The Sailors look between each other in silent consideration. The seeming Leader of the group, spits a glob of tobacco spit at his feet, "Fair 'nough I suppose. We'll see if'n we can't find the chap. Where you want 'im?" He asks, all business now. It seems the promise of gold coins is enough to change their allegiances after all.

Legacy looks towards Tikk, lofting a brow as though not quite understanding what good that would be. Then he looks back and says, "The Temple of Aurinko... you can ask for Legacy Sunstrike there. Your friend will repay what he's stolen from Aurinko, by working at the temple until they are confident he's learned his lesson and repaid his debt. It's the perfect time of year for a good cleaning."

Legacy's explanation of the punishment is enough to make the Sailors chuckle and shake their heads, looking at one another in amusement. "Sure thing, Mistah Sunstrike." The Leader says, crossing his arms once again. "We'll make sure he brings his mop wif 'em." He laughs out loud, "Give us a couple days. Oi ain' sure where he's stayin' roight now. We jus' met 'im gamblin' a while back, but Oi think e's stayin' at the Fjordside." He shrugs. "We'll catch 'em for you."

Legacy nods, "You'll get your gold when you do.. " he explains and turns to look towards Tikk now, before he looks to see where the coins are - as though he intended to start piciking them up now.

Tikk does moves to sit down and giggles lightly at this. She claps slowly at this, "Good job." She says, "I won't trick you...this time."

With the negotiations over, the Sailors begin to shuffle off, talking amongst themselves.

Legacy turns and looks then towards Tikk, offering, "I need to continue my rounds.. if you like, I'll escort you home as I go." the man says calmly.