forum Thief Roleplay, Anyone?

Started March 17, 2018 by @Lenered

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go ahead!

“I need something stronger than champagne if I’m going to last much longer here,” Yeon grumbled, glancing around to see if there is a bar in the room.

Meanwhile, Laima sat at the bar at the edge of the room, fingering her shining drink. Her (very very) long hair drooped down before looping up to a hair tie near her ears. She watched as the people called Yeon and Dove chatted. The small gang she currently worked for, Peacock, had given her this information. She was to drug the person called Yeon for taking out a Peacock member a while back, though the Peacocks never paid well and she was reluctant. She didn't even get to steal anything on this mission.

Dove laughed, "My…This person named Roman told me about when he was traveling with his family in the caravans, and they would mix up a tough drink and force it down their throats to make the days pass by."

Laima wondered whether she should go up to talk to the guy, lure him in the way that gangs had taught her to. She hated when people flirted with her, but that wouldn't matter on a mission. Otherwise, she could always use her magic to twist his mind.

(Anyone mind if I join in? I got a fun character I was thinking of playing. I won't be able to start immediately, but let me know if it's cool.)

(Character name: Manfud C. Mudd
Male - 38 - Short and VERY FAT
Owns a small 'we-sell-everything' store.
Notorious hire-able burglar The friend, but no one actually know what he looks like.
Very jolly man who uses his quick wit, silver tongue, and general likability more than any form of stealth to get into places.)

go ahead!!

(One question, what time period is this? Like some people are using guns and phones but there's an Imperial Palace and pirates.)

"Oh, terribly sorry Madam!" Manfud exclaimed as he 'accidentally' bumped into a finely dressed young lady, simultaneously lifting her watch from her wrist, and her wallet from her purse.
Long ago Manny had found that one advantage of being fat is that no-one expected you to have such good reflexes.

Today Manny's disguise was of a rich Italian gentleman, Gregory Hitchcock. His twirly mustache, monocle over his right eye, and expensive tailored suit let him blend in seamlessly with the crowd around him.

Despite having made about $5000 in petty thievery already, he'd just spotted the real reason he was here.
Laima, currently a member of the small-time gang Peacock, had duped his employer a few months ago. Committing fraud and leaving with about $15,000 dollars. A paltry sum really, but a job's a job. His job was just to get it back.

And the young couple she was watching. Who were they? He decided to find out.
(Approaches Yeon and Dove)
"Hello there! Terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but I do believe you're sitting in my reserved seats! Honestly, it's fine, but my wife and I will be needing them in half an hour or so! Can't slow dance all night eh?! Haha!"

(Hey guys I'm gonna be on a trip all day so I don't know if I will be able to add on)
Natasha grimaced as she heard the solid pop of her wrist. She slipped her hand out of on of the cuffs and began working on picking the lock after popping her joint back in place.

(One question, what time period is this? Like some people are using guns and phones but there's an Imperial Palace and pirates.)

(I'm guessing it's an anything-goes mix of fantasy and sci-fi, and it's placed in kind of a downtown area with lots of gangs (obviously) and deaths. So say regular plus kingdom and magic)

(Hey guys I'm gonna be on a trip all day so I don't know if I will be able to add on)

Yeah, I'll be gone most of the time tomorrow, I think. I'd want you to come in if you can, if you can't, I wouldn't worry.

Laima sat, bored. She scanned the room, trying to see if she noticed anyone that would blow her cover. She did recognize a store owner called Mudd, though disguised awfully well, and she immediately started to sweat.
Recently, she had entered Mudd's shop, one that sold everything she could think of. That day, she had marveled at the beautiful teas he imported and tried to slip one into her pocket before realizing that she didn't have any pockets. The fat man saw it all - and Laima had to run out of the store without buying anything. However, she did manage to take some tea powder packets. Laima was sure - Mudd was here to call her out on theft!

Laima scanned the room. She covered up her long pink hair, her obvious feature. Was there someone sketchy here that could cover up for her without caring why she was running away? Yeon and Dove would, and she started to head towards them - before realizing that Mudd had gone towards them as well. So she needed to get away - or drug him with her variety of powders?
Yeah, that seemed better. Then she had an excuse to talk to Yeon and Dove.
So Laima laced her fingers with sleeping powder - sure, she had the magic to paralyze or incapacitate people, but the two uses combined would work better - and Laima headed towards the group, an absent smile plastered on her face.
She neared Mudd, overhearing the last few words that he said:

"Honestly, it's fine, but my wife and I will be needing them in half an hour or so! Can't slow dance all night eh?! Haha!"

Laima scoffed. She doubted the man had a wife - a wife wouldn't tolerate the way his shop was organized.

So Laima put her drug-laced hands, her magic-laced hands, on the shop owner's shoulder.

"Ahahaha, dear, you're so right. Hopefully, this pretty couple will let us have their seats!"

Laima could see the magic working its way through his system.

Yeon laughed at Dove’s story. “You’ll have to get me that recipe, that sounds like one hell of a drink.” His laugh faded as he eyed the two people who came over sharply. “My apologies, sir, but I believe you are in the wrong.” He could smell the powder, and he glanced to Dove, raising his eyebrows. He knew this would get bad very fast, so he stood and grabbed Dove’s hand. “But, it is always kind to offer another your own seats. Come on, darling, let’s go ind one of those drinks we were talking about.” He hoped Dove would play along with it, and that she could tell something was wrong as well.

"Well, darling let's do that." Dove raised an eyebrow.

Yeon led Dove away from the two by the hand. “That man was being drugged, you could smell it. There’s something suspicious about the two.” He let go of her hand and brushed his suit coat off.

Laima moved the chair that Yeon had been sitting on for Mudd to sit on - he was definitely asleep but she couldn't tell if the drug had worked perfectly. If it had, he would be out for almost a week, but if it hadn't he would be back up and running before the party ended. She made herself seem like a doting wife helping her husband sit down, but once Mudd started to slouch she took the other chair and sat, thinking.

Laima needed to drug Yeon - but the way he so quickly scurried away when the two came over, the way his nose scrunched up and his lips pressed together - he smelled the drug. He knew what she could do. So how was she going to drug him now?

Yeon motioned to a waiter to get a glass of champagne. It didn’t seem like they offered anything stronger, so it would have to do.

Laima had a lightbulb moment. An idea so exciting she started to giggle. She wanted to put it into effect right away. As soon as possible. So she left the unconscious fat store owner and headed to the nearest stairs, her long wound-up hair bobbing. She walked up, pretending to admire the grandeur. This way, she could steal as much as she liked. As the waiter came by, offering her a drink, she smiled and took one. "Beautiful venue, isn't it?" she chatted, touching each of the other drinks and placing a transparent white pill inside each. She waved goodbye and continued up the steps.

The waiter came to Yeon, and he took one of the glasses. He downed it quickly, clearing his throat as it tatsted slightly different. “Must be a different brand,” he muttered and set the glass down on a table.

Her target might ingest the pill - but the pill was just a side note, just the back-up. She wanted to get to the top, the glamorous balcony that overlooked the entire ballroom and all the dancers. She reached the air vent, the circulation, and pressed her hand to it. A soft smell of lavender and peppermint leaves wafted around the room, and she let the entire ballroom become drowsy. She smiled. What treasures would the people have today just for her to take?