forum I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown // oxo // closed

Started June 06, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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Dorian gave him a two fingered salute, "We'll try, no promises, though." The smile grew a fraction and he headed for the door, holding it open for Ally.

Ally's steps faltered almost imperceptibly when Dorian held the door open for her, and she quirked a brow at him as she stepped out into the street, lifting her hand in a wave to Caleb. The last time someone had held a door for her…had been never. She couldn't remember a time when anyone had.

Doiran didn't comment on the look she gave him. She might be an assassin but she was an assassin that had saved his gods damned life at that. And the prince wasn't rude, he just wanted to be nice for the woman who was helping him, even if he would have done it for anyone else.

Ally shook off the train of odd thought that had stemmed, turning to keep an eye on both Dorian and the street. "Thanks." She said, maybe a few moments too late. Manners, right? He had politely held the door open, so she was supposed to be polite back. That was how that worked, she was fairly certain. Or at least, partially certain.

“You’re welcome.” The prince replied. He didn’t care for the late reaction, honestly he didn’t want to make it a big deal as it was just holding a door open.

Ally didn't speak again until they had been walking for a few minutes, the silence not quite comfortable, but normal with Ally, who wasn't used to having someone along with her. "Now, we just gotta find some sorta mode o' transport." She thought for a moment, cycling through ideas at a pace that was too quick for most people, who hadn't grown up needing to think that quick on their feet.

Dorian frowned slightly, “Could we steal a cart or something?” He knew it was probably not a good idea but it was the only thing he had right now.

Ally's eyes fixated on an empty space just a little in front of them, as her sign-muttering almost seemed to become more just signing. "We could. 'S gotta be from someone who ain' gonna call the cops on us though, which is the bigges' problem."

Dorian cursed softly. Right, he hadn't thought about that, "You got any more connections around here? But if we get caught then I guess it's a chance to text out this new sword."

"I know a guy who's got a bunch o' wagons an' caravans tha' he uses for smugglin'." Ally mused, still signing at nothing. "Ya got any talents along the lines o' singin' songs an' tellin' stories?"

"I had two little sisters," Dorian replied, "Those two things are practically the only two things I"m good at." He shrugged, shaking his head to himself for a second.

"Then I migh' have an idea for gettin' by withou' suspicion." Ally said, changing direction and starting down a different street. "How good're ya at actin'?"

Dorian tilted his head curiously, almost falling over at the sudden change of direction but catching himself quick enough, "Not the best but good enough. What's the plan?"

“I know somewhere we can ge’ a wagon. “ Ally said, her eyes never ceasing their scanning of her surroundings. “Figure pretendin’ t’ be travellin’ storytellers might be our best bet.”

Dorian hummed and nodded, "Nice plan. Should work if we play it well enough."

"We gotta, if we wanna get away with this." Ally said simply, one hand slipping into her trenchcoat as though she was looking for something. A person on the street seemed to catch her eye, just for a moment, before she looked forward once more. If someone was paying attention, they might notice the way she carefully, and with great skill, altered their path gradually. She knew what she was doing, and she knew how to avoid being caught.

Dorian kept his demeanour relaxed, even though his hand was close to his sword in case trouble arose and he needed to use it. He could tells Ally was skilled, incredibly so. More so then some of the knights he knew… or had known.

Shoving down the crawling sensation on her gut, Ally bumped into a man they passed, steadying him with a ‘my bad’ before continuing on. Her skin crawled, but she had accomplished her goal. Leading Dorian to the entrance of an alley, she leaned against the wall, pulling a wallet from somewhere in her jacket and flipping through it. “An’ now we wait.”

Dorian blinked once, narrowing his eyes at the wallet but he supposed they had to do what they had to, even if he didn't approve. He paced slowly in front of her, drumming his fingers against the hilt of his sword.

“Don’ look at me like that.” Ally said, catching the look he’d given the wallet. “I’m a thief. It’s wha’ I do. ‘Sides, he won’ come unless I got somethin’ o’ his.”

“If I didn’t need your help I should have you arrested.” The prince mumbled, continuing to pace, “I guess that’s lucky for you.”

“Ya could always try.” Ally said, completely unconcerned by that. Maybe mentioning that the man she was drawing in had tried to kill her on more than one occasion would make it better, but she didn’t care. I have no reason to explain myself to this man. “But ya wouldn’ be the first, your highness.”

Dorian tried not to grimace at the title. He;d always hated it but now it made his heart want to explode, like he knew he didn't deserve the title, "Yes whatever, I know there's no point anyway."

“No cell can hold a ghost.” Ally muttered, to herself, as she looked back at the wallet. Her eyes lifted sharply to the entrance, a few moments before a man stumbled into the alley, looking frantic. She shouldn’t have been able to know he was coming, but she did.

“Fuck. What’s it take to get ya to leave me alone, Ghost? I want my wallet.” The man reached out as he approached her, pausing suddenly. Ally was playing idly with a knife, the wallet not even in her hands, an eyebrow raised. “W-What?”

Dorian stopped pacing and looked the man up and down once before going back to pacing as if nothing happened. Hopefully they’d get away with this.