"That scroll leads to a powerful artifact that can be used to take him down," he said flatly, "And my reasons are personal, and none of your concern." His eyes flicked to the other's face, and the scroll as he tried to figure out a way to grab it.
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"Yes, it does." Oci nodded, turning the scroll over in his hand again. "Do you know what the artifact is called? And what it is? Probably not, unless you've already read this, and I guessing you haven't." He tilted his head slightly to the left. "Wow, personal reasons. Imagine that."
Marco smirked, "Actually I might know more than you about that stupid thing." he said softly, "For one I know it's called the Alcari Staff." he huffed softly, "But I need that scroll to get to it!" He growled softly, moving to the side, slowly, trying to find a way to get it from him, "What are your reasons?"
"Hmm, interesting." Oci shrugged. "So, maybe you do need it. But I'm sure there's a solution that doesn't involve me giving it to you." He laughed softly. "Oh, my reason is pure boredom. Just something to do, you know?"
"Boredom?!?" Marco was stunned by his answer, Man I have lives to save! he growled softly, "You want this because you're bored?!" He sighed, shifting his weight, thinking.
"Well, yes. I also hate the king. A lot." Oci smirked. "It's a win-win situation. The king dies and I don't stay bored." He narrowed his eyes at the shifter, sure he was going to try something.
(Just btw, I'm gonna be gone for most of the day.)
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Marco growled softly in frustration, not sure how else to handle this. Then, it came to him. "I think I've got an even better idea…" he murmured, "How about we team up? Get the artifact together."
"Team up?" Oci exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. "Well, actually, that might be a good idea." He paused, thinking. "A shifter and me together would be very hard to beat. But, are you going to stab me in the back the first chance you get?"
"I won't, as long as you won't." he said flatly. "And lose the ego." he added flatly, taking a less defensive stance, though he was still wary.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't." Oci said, smiling at him "What do you mean, ego?" He asked, frowning lightly.
"Just that, ego." he said flatly, relaxing a little, "I ave your word you're not gonna backstab me, or ditch me later?"
"Of course." Oci paused and tapped his chin with one finger. "It would probably help if you can see my face, wouldn't it?" He reached up and pulled the hood off his head. His face was pale in the moonlight, sprinkled with freckles and framed with curly blonde hair. All in all, he looked cute and sweet and very innocent. But the hard look in his dark purple eyes told a different story.
Marco hummed softly, relaxing a little at that, letting his own hood fall back, revealing his own sharp features, and dark blue eyes. "Alright.." he said softly, his hair falling into his eyes a little bit.
"Very good." Oci smiled softly. "Now, new partner, we should probably get of here before they notice we took something."
Marco nodded, "Probably.." he said softly, "I can get out the window, but what about you?"
"Ah! I have a window, as well." Oci glanced around, finally finding the window with his rope. "Over there." He started running towards it, still staying in the shadows. "Wanna come?"
Marco hummed, "Alright… simply for the sake of not losing you, and the scroll.." he said softly, waiting for him to go first.
"Of course." Oci said, his voice sad. "I get it." He arrived at the rope and tucked the scroll into his pocket. After a few seconds of thinking, he grabbed the rope and started climbing. When he reached the window, Oci turned around and sat on the windowsill. "Come on!"
Marco nodded, shifting into a raven and flying up after him, landing on the windowsill beside him and shifting back, balancing easily on his toes. "Where to?" he asked.
"Down the roof." Oci said, grabbing the rope and quickly coiling it. "I'm guessing you'll want to stay with me so I don't run off with the scroll, so we'll go to one of my… apartments." He untied the end of the rope and started picking his way down the roof.
Marco hummed, "Exactly." he said softly, That and I'm not going to argue with real shelter, he thought, shifting into a cat and moving after him.
Oci got to the edge of the roof and threw the coil of rope to the ground below. He inspected the ground below– which was about a story away– then leaped towards a wide ledge near to the roof. He jumped from surface to surface, finally landing on the ground next to the rope.
Marco simply shifted again, spiralling down to the other's side, landing lightly on the ground as he shifted back, making sure his hood was up again.
Oci picked up the rope and threw it into a nearby waste bin, then pulled off the cloak and tossed it in there as well. He pulled a matchbook from his pocket and set both of them on fire. Oci tucked the matches back into the pocket of his long, cream-colored coat and turned to the shifter. "Stay close and don't look scared."
Marco nodded, "Who said I was scared?" he asked, watching him warily. His stance held wariness, but not fear, his eyes lit by the flames in the garbage can.