Marcus stared at her face, his eyes taking in and memorizing as much as he could. He was going to have a long talk with Thievery sometime about giving away their protection all over the place. “Baby powder?” He asked softly, uncovering his nose and mouth.
She turned, gold eyes meeting his with a grin that lit up her features. “Hell yeah. The lasers camouflage in undisturbed air, so if you fuck with the air by adding, say, a white powder…” She trailed off, motioning around them.
“I know how that works.” He snapped back. “I just didn’t know that’s what you used.” Marcus turned his emerald eyes back to the lasers. They were quite impressive in his opinion. “Why don’t we cause some damage once we leave?” He asked with a sly grin.
"Grumpy grumpy grumpy~" She sang, shrugging off her hoodie. She tossed it at him, before stepping towards the lasers. "Don't go through the pockets. And why not? A little fun and a message go a long way." With that, she began making her way through the lasers, twisting and ducking and even on one occasion flipping with ease.
He growled something under his breath, folding his arms after he had caught the hoodie. His eyes rolled freely. “I’m not going to look through your stuff. I may be a dirty gang member but I’m a good dirty gang member.” He joked with a small laugh. “Leaving a message huh?”
“Yup! It’s the best way to finish off a job.” Saros said, bending backwards as one of the few moving lasers came at her. Once out of it's way, she continued on, headed for a shelf lined with ornate boxes.
He nodded curtly, looking around for a moment. “How do you turn these off?” He asked in annoyance, biting his lip. “I want to look too.” The gang member wandered carefully around the room, making sure to keep away from any traps. He was quite good at recognizing traps.
“Switch, probably, or-“ She didn’t bother finishing the sentence, another flick of her wrist drawing a knife from somewhere and sending it flying in the span of a few seconds. It narrowly avoided tripping any lasers, hitting a small contraption in the corner, and the lasers disappeared. “Holy shit. I can’t believe that worked.”
He rolled his eyes, a bad habit the male seemed to turn to. “Lucky shot.” He teased, wandering around the place. His eyes studied the objects, a particular item catching his sight. “Ah! A gun! They took mine from me.” He complained. “Same with my beloved butterfly knife. I was practically married to it and now it’s gone.” He lamented, being dramatic about it.
"Lucky shot is right." She said, something in her tone shifting a bit as she briefly touched her left ring finger. Shaking off whatever had come over her, she continued to the shelf, looking over the boxes. "Take the gun, then. Maybe you'll find a knife if you're lucky. I won't give you any of mine."
He sighed and grabbed the gun. The first thing he checked was if it was loaded. It wasn’t. He scoffed but shoved it into his pocket anyways. He wandered around the shelves, pocketing random things that didn’t seem of interest to really anybody. But the mischief god knew exactly what he was doing. He had been at this for years. He was good at creating confusion and mischief.
"I need my jacket." Saros called, stopping in front of an unassuming wooden box, with minor gold detailing on the sides and lid. There was a crest carved into it, as well, one that had been lost to time but still evoked a bad feeling. She didn't pick it up.
He narrowed his eyes at the box, tossing her her hoodie once he had gotten close enough. “I don’t like that.” He murmured softly, biting his lip. “What is it?”
“Don’t know.” She said simply, shrugging a shoulder and digging through the pockets of the hoodie. After a moment, she just put it on, and then continued. Finding what she wanted, she pulled out a box roughly the same size, hefting it in her hands and studying the other box. Her brows drew together in a frown, and she was muttering something to herself in a completely random blend of languages.
Marcus watched her, shifting nervously. The box radiated something even he didn’t like. The god went back to searching the shelves, biting his lip as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want this human harming herself. He had yet to mess with her. He really was starting to get bored. He needed something to do.
After another moment of this, Saros shrugged, swapping the two boxes out with record speed. And setting off a small explosion. Thrown backwards by the force of the small blast, she hit the ground already getting up, grinning devilishly at Marcus as her eyes sparked and glinted with something almost crazy. There was a piece of wood imbedded in her side. “You wanted trouble, here we go. We should probably get out of here though. Before we’re caught.”
He gasped, thrown off balance by the force of it. He turned to look at her, his eyes narrowed. “Good gods woman.” He offered his hand, something sparkling in his eyes. He felt empowered by her presence. Her mischief was rather comforting to the lonely god.
Saros accepted the hand, letting him pull her up the rest of the way. She released it to tuck away the box, glancing around as sirens went off throughout the building. “Ooh, shiny.” Grabbing an old looking ring off of the ground amidst the rubble, she pocketed that too, and started for the door with odd ease considering the wood protruding from her side. Her hoodie shifted slightly, momentarily allowing a glimpse of some of the lash scars on her shoulders. “Let’s go!”
The god promised himself to heal the wound at some point. He liked the female. She gave off good vibes. Well, bad vibes but they were good to him.
“Mm I’ll help you with that,” he stated, pointing at her wood addition and laughing softly. He followed lazily after her again, glaring at the alarms. They were giving him a headache.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” The thief waved him off with a laugh, an almost imperceptible wince flashing across her face for just a split second. She shook it off quickly, leading the way back up and managing to avoid hallways with people. It felt too easy though.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” The thief waved him off with a laugh, an almost imperceptible wince flashing across her face for just a split second. She shook it off quickly, leading the way back up and managing to avoid hallways with people. It felt too easy though.
He hummed in response, narrowing his eyes. “I’m going to help you. Period. Don’t argue with me.” He replied with a scoff.
“I’m arguing.” She shot back, sticking her tongue out at him over her shoulder. And then she paused suddenly, head turning towards the end of the hallway, just before two large men cane around the corner.
He cursed lowly, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "You need first aid. Those who need first aid don't get a choice." He stuck his tongue back out at her, looking like an angry toddler. The sight of the men drew a sudden alarm in his body. He cursed the mortal mind for being so jumpy in the face of danger. "Ah shit this is unfortunate."
“I get a choice if I say I do.” She muttered to him, continuing at an easy and casual pace. A dark stain on her shirt grew larger and larger, had been doing so since she’d been hit. “Stay quiet.”
“Hey! You two! What are you doing down here?” One of the men called in a sloppy version of the native tongue spoken in the city, missing the way Saros subtly shifted her jacket to cover the injury somewhat.
“We heard the sirens, obviously.” Saros responded, in more fluent Jirsch than the man spoke, though still with the same commoners accent. “Came to see what was going on. There were noises coming from down this way, but it might’ve been you two, apparently.”