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The Rites of an Angel (Creus and I)

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Hope the title is once again appropriate. Let's get started, eh?

 

Name: Juniper Adaar

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Species: Fallen Angel

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Description: Juniper is around 5 feet 8 inches. She is slender, with almost no curvature on her body at all. She has inky black hair that is cut jagged and choppy and sweeps down to just her neck. Her eyes are a startling lime green, and are usually narrowed. A lot of people mistake her for a guy. When she is a fallen angel, there is a huge v shaped scar running down the length of her back, where her wings once were.

History: Juniper killed herself as a teenager in the 1920's, and she became an angel. No one is really sure what led her down the dark path of sin, thought a lot of angels whispered about her falling in love with a human, which was forbidden. Her wings were ripped from her body and she was cast out to be a fallen angel on Earth. A friend on the inside was the one to tell her that she had to save the life of a certain person to be welcomed back as a guardian angel. But rumors from the fallen angels told that killing the same person would grant you the ability to turn human. Juniper was eager to learn the name of the one to die, stating she, of course, wished only to protect them...

Personality: From the very start, Juniper seemed like a quiet girl. She wanted nothing to do with something that wasn't about herself. She was selfish, she only had eyes for herself. If there was nothing to be gained on her end, why help? She has a snarky attitude and likes to poke fun at others. Some find her incredibly annoying, others find it attractive. She also keeps most of her feelings and secrets under lock and key, becoming cold when questioned about herself. She's mostly seen wearing all black, even on hot summer days. When you get to know her, she's still can be blunt, but at least your sort of friends, right?

Other?: Nah

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Juniper was in her normal area. Not many people came around the cemetery during the night, a lot of humans thought it was creepy to be around here. Since she was technically dead, she could sit here and stare at different gravestones and wonder if she's ever met the person who was buried underneath the earth. Sometimes, she pass her own grave, and her heart twisted. It was only temporary though, she felt indifferent about herself being dead now. Though there was the longing, the longing to feel again, to have blood running through your veins, to have your heart pumping. Not that she didn't have that, but it didn't feel as...real. She curled an unruly piece of her her black hair behind her hair, a smile curling at her lips. She could feel him moving in the darkness, heading to what destination, she didn't really know. One thing was for sure that, she had to kill him. He was already of the watch list for the guardian angels, but he hadn't had anyone assigned to him yet. That was her chance to choke the life out of him before those idiotic angels could do anything. She could smugly live another human life, love who she wanted, do whatever she wanted till her death came again and she was once again an angel. She pulled her leather jacket further onto her shoulders, popping the collar to hide her face as she slithered into the welcoming darkness. Perhaps following him wasn't a bad idea, it's not like he could do anything. She was immortal after all. A life of damnation.

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The moonlight was largely blocked out by a thick layer of clouds leaving the already dark and dingy streets nearly pitch black. The air was damp, smelling strongly of ozone and everything was silent, except for the distant boom of thunder. Tonight was the perfect night for a theft, the city goers where mostly inside intent on avoiding the storm and even the sparsely populated night guard was preparing to hunker down for the night. After all no one in their right minds would go out with such a nasty storm looming? What was there to worry about? Their was pay was certainly not worth the risks of continuing their patrol during such poor weather, they could get sick, or worse struck by shrapnel carried by the wind. The storm had been looming heavily on the hearts of the civilians whom only just recently learned about the damage it caused in a neighboring county. So who in their right mind would go out in such bad whether?

No one would, at least no one whom had a home would but what of those who where to poor to have a home? The orphaned children and the homeless on the street? This city was full of them and they all had to whether the storm outside or in old broken down abandoned buildings with the fear of those buildings collapsing on them at any second. So when you where an orphan stuck out in that storm why not take advantage of what little good it brought you? A young thief was certainly of that mind set, the streets where emptier than he had seen in a long time in any city. He needed money, desperately, he was tired of living on the streets and his clothes where oversized and torn, warn beyond their years by the constant exposure to the elements.

The thief was a boy barely into his teenage years and he wore an old pair of dark pants that hung loosely on his thin frame and where so sun bleached it was hard to tell their color, an torn white shirt he had stolen from a launder and simple hooded travelers cloak, brown in color and torn and repaired in multiple places. The cloak his most of his features but beneath that he long blond hair was tied back behind his head with a torn strip of cloth in some attempt at keeping it neat despite his obvious poverty. The only thing that really stood out from him in the darkness was his striking blue eyes that held the intelligence and wisdom of someone well beyond his hears.

Those eyes where sharp and cunning as he moved through the night, a single long figure in the dark decaying streets. Even as the wind grew stronger the boy did not stop, he didn't cower or turn back. He did not fear the storm, what he feared was starvation and tonight was his best chance at making enough money to set him for meal for quite some time. Has he edged closer to the center of the city his eyes lit up as he caught sight of a large, polished building one of the very few of its kind in this area. This place belonged to an extremely wealthy business man whom payed his night guard poorly. Tonight, when the storm started the young thief was going to take advantage of this.

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Juniper eyed the streets as she walked through them. A lot of people were on the streets though some kind of storm was rolling through the dilapidated city. She didn't even cast a second glance at anyone who tried to approach her, slipping away. To most people, she looked like she had money, with her sleek leather jacket hanging on her slender shoulders, a black tank top underneath with black jeans wound tightly on her waist with a black leather belt. She could see orphans begging on the street, older men sending her envious and murderous glances as she past. She could disappear onto the wind if she so pleased, melting into nothing with a flick of her wrist, but she'd rather them see her. It didn't matter, what could they do to her? They were just humans. She glanced around, before her eyes landed on the smaller frame of a child aging into his teenage years.

He looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, the wind whipped Juniper's hair around her face, irritating her. She slapped at her hair while silently climbing up the fire escape on the side of the building the boy was apparently going to go in. Was he planning to steal something? What a rebel, Juniper thought with a cold smirk. She sat on top of the building, staring down at him with her chin in her palm. She was curious what he planned, but the urge to kill him was starting to make her hands itch to be around his throat. She crossed her legs and grinned, her eyes glowing green for a moment in the smoggy darkness, before disappearing. One of the perks of being a fallen angel was the camouflage. Blending into the darkness was something Juniper was grateful to have as a fallen angel. Angels could probably do the same thing, but possibly blend in with the light. They were probably too good for the darkness. She made her way through a skylight, planting herself on the balcony of the second floor. It was a jewelry store. She raised her eyebrows and placed herself against the wall, disappearing from sight once again.

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As the wind picked up the boy suddenly turned and slipped down a narrow alley near by. He did not go directly to the building he was after but rather to the nearest one, where in the dark he proceeded to climb the brick wall with a nimble grace not typical of children. He had been stealing since he was of the age of seven years old and had been climbing buildings nearly as long. The young thief had learned early on that scoping out the places he intended to steal from helped lead to success and by climbing up the side of the building that ran along the ally made him hard to spot.

The building he climbed was not nearly as tall as the one he intended to rob but it still gave him a clear vantage point. Once at the top he crouched low as he moved across the roof until he reached the other side. There remained crouched but he peered over the ledge at the guards, watching their activity carefully. They where still too active right now, they where going about locking things down to ensure no theft occurred while they hunkered down in the guard house to wait out the storm so the young thief simply settled down to wait, watching them carefully the entire time.

Two hours passed, yet the young thief barely moved a muscle even as rain began to trickle down from the sky. Once the rain started the guards hastily finished up their activities and then disappeared into the small guardhouse by the buildings main gate. Still the thief didn't move, he stayed put as the rain slowly began to pick up until at last a heavy downpour started, leaving him completely soaked. Only then did he finally get up, pausing long enough to shake the stiffness from his legs before he began to climb down the fire escape. Despite his young age he took his time, letting the storm around him grow worse. The rain pelted him fiercely and the strong winds seemed to threaten to blow him away as he cross over toward his target. The dark sky night lit up repeatedly by blinding flashes of lightning, the boy didn't even seem to flinch as lightning struck the very building he had just come down from. He could hear the crackle of electricity, that unique and frighting sound of lightning striking so close and the vicious roar of the thunder over head, he could hear it which meant the guards could too.

With all the noise going on, the chances of them hearing him grew slimmer by the second and once the boy reached the tall fence surrounding the building he scaled it quickly before dropping down the other side and breaking into jog as he stuck to the shadows and dashed around to the other side of the building, out of sight from the guard house. There he found the fire escape and began to climb it, intent on breaking in from an upper floor where the break in would be even less obvious.

The young thief climbed further and further up until he reached the topmost floor where he stood facing the window, his cloak whipping in the violent wind. His hood was ripped away from his face, revealing his vibrant blue eyes and soaked blond hair as he began to work on opening the window. It was locked tight, but it still had little resistance against his skills as they where not that of a normal thief. His skill was magic, with it he did not need to break any windows all he needed to do was simply unlock them. In less than a minute, the locks clicked open and he was sliding the window open.

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The silence of the building was frustrating and calming to Juniper. She knew the boy had to come in here, what other building could he be going to to steal from. The minutes ticked by, and soon a couple hours had past. Time slid by Juniper like water in a small creek, she barely noticed it anymore, she could sit stationary for a couple days and only notice the day was different because night went and came once again. She cast a glance around her surroundings, noticing the beautiful necklaces and earrings laying in the display cases. A small smirk came to her face. She bet the rich man wouldn't notice if a beautiful pair of opal earrings disappeared, not like she would set off alarms. She glided over to the case and gently opened the case. Her smirk grew bigger as she picked up a pair of opal studs, putting her cheap nickel earrings in the place of the opal ones. 

Once she put the earrings in and put the case back in the right place, the storm was in full effect. She rubbed her earlobe a couple times, before her ears caught onto the familiar click of a window being unlocked. She melted into the surroundings, watching with dark eyes as she spotted the young man from before on the window sill, peering inside. She dug her nails into the wall, grinning widely. This was such a perfect opportunity. All she had to do was come up behind him and knock him to the ground...and bingo. But, as she thought that, doubts clouded her mind. He was careful and clever, she had spied on him enough to know that. It would probably take something better to get him to the ground. She didn't have the magic he did, fallen angels only had a limited amount of powers. She could possibly show him a hallucination, but he could probably sense her probing his mind and block her out. Then she would be SOL. She just watched for now, maybe something would happen. Then she would strike.

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After a full minute of waiting at the window, listening for any alarm that might have been set off and keeping a careful eye on the ground below for guards the young thief finally made his move. His senses peeled for the slightest disturbance in the area around him he carefully crept into the building. Something didn't quite feel right to the boy but he didn't know what it was, he trusted his senses but he was also well aware of the raging storm outside and his own nervousness buried deep within. He was young and while a good thief he was not used to suck high risk, high reward type of thefts. This was not his first one like this but he could count the amount of these types of thefts he had pulled off on a single hand. Having not been caught had made him a bit boulder but he saved these kinds of break in for when he was truly desperate. They unnerved him and thus he more or less waited until he was starving before he took the risk.

Even as he walked carefully through the jewellery his empty stomach twisted painfully, demanding to be fed. The hunger pangs drove him on but he did not simply grab a handful and leave, no he was selective in his choice. If he was going through to risk this, he might as well go for the best so after carefully surveying several cases he finally stopped at one containing platinum ring encrusted with diamonds. Once again turning to magic he carefully manipulated it so the lock on the door clicked open but the pressure on the mechanism remained as he pressed lightly on it with wind magic. This was just in case the lock had any sort of alarm on it, he then swiftly reached in and snatched up the ring, deftly swapping it out with a pebble of similar size at weight and slipping the ring into a pocket.

The next case he stopped at was one that contained a matching set of rhodium plated earrings and a similar rhodium plated necklace and bracelet. They where delicately carved, intricate pieces and each one was embedded in a deep blue tazanite stone. Like with the rhodium and diamond ring, he swiftly opened the case and replaced each item with a simple stone or pebble while he slipped the rest into a pocket inside of his shirt. The next case he raided contained an extremely rare musgravite gem, which he quickly pocketed as well. He had hit the jackpot, these precious treasures would keep him going for a long time, as long as he made it out of the place anyway. The young thief considered stopping at this, there where plenty more cases to be robbed but he wasn't that greedy. He always only took a few pieces and then left.

The young thief stopped after the last theft and gave the cases a quick look over, intent on leaving however when he spotted a cheap looking pair of earrings in one of them that gave him pause. He stopped for a moment and stared wondering if there was some hidden value in them or if someone else had beaten him to whatever might have been there.

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Juniper watched with little interest as Creus came inside the room, she could tell his eyes were on the precious jewelry scattered throughout the room. Who wouldn't be, it's like taking candy from a baby. Apparently, the man who owned all of this was going to die soon, though Juniper would never tell who told her this. Perhaps he was to die tonight. She could see it possible that he comes lumbering down the stairs, yelling at the boy and maybe even pulling out a gun. How silly would that be? And as she thought that, she wondered if perhaps she could get the young boy to see that. All she said to do was plant the vision in his mind, and she would take place of the man. It was worth a try. If it didn't work, all she had to do was melt into the surroundings and he wouldn't be the wiser. She clicked her tongue a couple of times as Creus stopped to stare at the nickel studs she had placed in the case.

She imagined the scene, playing it out in her mind, she pushed her consciousness out the boy's, willing him to accept what she was about to show him. She went up the stairs, conjuring the picture of a fat man with a balding head, she took his place, willing him to move in her vision as she moved. His lumbering steps reverberated throughout the building, clean shoes clacking against the marble stairs. She used her slender fingers to pretend to turn on the light, though it looked like the owner with meaty fingers flickered the lights on, his face outraged. "What are you doing here?!" He yelled, his voice deep and pissed. Juniper chuckled softly, digging in her pocket like she was pulling out a gun. Though she didn't have one, the imagined man did, and he pulled the gun out on Creus, aiming it at him. "Bang," Juniper murmured, a cold smile coming to her face. All she had to do was lunge at him while he thought a gun was on him, and it was lights out for the poor boy. Juniper could feel her hold weakening though, her body becoming fatigued. She hadn't done this much in a while. She willed herself to hold out a bit longer.

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Throughout the entire theft the young thief felt that something was off but he just couldn't quite place what it was. It made him even more weary than usual but his hunger drove him on. He was so close to earning that food, plus an actual room to sleep at somewhere that he could almost taste it. Sure he could steal the food if need be, he had done so in the past but in the end when he did such a thing he only ended up hurting the people whom he stole food from. This entire city wasn't exactly what one would call wealthy and those people actually worked hard for their food, unlike the rich man whom owned this place. Even a loss of several thousand dollars wouldn't have a major impact on a person that wealthy. Furthermore with this kind of money the young thief could feed and help a lot more people than just himself. He could only steal as much food as he could carry but just giving those people in need a tiny portion of the money he would earn with this could feed them for a long time.

He was just about to leave through the very same window when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Without hesitation he made a run for it, normally he wouldn't even look back. Just bolt and get out of there before he was caught but something made him glance back. That unusual feeling again, this time stronger than before. He glanced back just in time to see a large older man wielding a gun but something about what he saw didn't make sense, slowing his steps. The owner of this establishment should not be here, he hired guards to watch the place. Why would he be here holding a gun doing the work of those whom he hired? Not only did he see not quite make sense but visually something was off. Slowly he stopped and turned around trying to make sense of what he saw, he was still fearful but not of the gun. He already knew that wasn't real, he just didn't know how he knew that. Was this some sort of magic? His senses told him something was indeed there, which had him stepping back nervously but they also told him it wasn't what it appeared to be. Not only that but he could also feel the magic grasping as his mind, at first he didn't but now that he actually paused and looked he could.

"Y-your not the owner of this place. What are you?" Not who, but what? He had never encounter this, whatever it was before but he knew magic could do a lot more things than he currently understood.  Perhaps it was another thief like him? Trying to scare him away from these treasures? Was it the one who put those cheap earrings in place? Maybe they sensed him coming and somehow magically hid themselves, thus the weird feeling he got and when they saw that he was leaving they decided to try and strike? Let him do the work and then reap the reward? Right now the idea didn't seem so farfetched. After all why else would it be here?  "There are plenty of other things to steal here, I'm taking these!"

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Juniper knew that her magic would only work to an extent, and that it was a fool's errand to even try magic against the mage. They could sense magic all around them, and her's was no different though it was a fallen angel specialty. Juniper gauged the mage's reaction, before she reacted appropriately. He didn't believe in her illusion, but he still seemed nervous. He was still a kid, one that didn't know about the world as much as Juniper did. She would be nervous at her age if she was in his position. "What am I?" Juniper laughed deeply, her voice booming off the walls, "I guess you could call me a demon." She slipped her hood over her head and made a sweeping motion with her hands. The man disappeared like the morning fog and she appeared. But she had another illusion, one to cover up her face. It looked like it was just black covering her whole face, and no matter how hard you squinted, you couldn't make out any facial features in the inky darkness.

"You're going to die, Creus Aurinko. Whether by my hand or not doesn't matter," She rolled her shoulders and heard a satisfying pop. "I just thought I'd speed up the process," She offered with a large grin he probably couldn't see through the illusion on her face. With heightened speed, she pitched herself forward and grabbed onto his neck, easily lifting him into the air. "Bang," She whispered happily, choking him. She was going to get her human life back, this was so easy. She thanked her contact in Heaven for everything, not worrying about what would happen after she died again. Nothing mattered now, she wanted to be able to feel again. Her satisfaction crumbled quite quickly when bright lights flashed in front of her eyes. With a start, she dropped the boy and looked over at the entrance. The guards were flooding in, and thought there were only around ten, they were big and beefy. Juniper clicked her tongue in frustration and disappeared from sight, weaving through the men and out the front door like nothing happened. She couldn't imagine how the guards could have heard them, not even her laugh was loud enough to attract the attention of those bone heads. They would probably ignore most noise coming from the building, since they got paid pocket change for what they did. She wondered if someone tipped them off. Shaking her head, she looked back at the building once more, frowning. She didn't get to kill him, her human life slipped even further out of her fingers, like sand. She let out an angry sigh and began to job down the sidewalk. Juniper just needed to sleep on it, maybe a new plan would pop into her head.

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When the old man transformed into some sort of strange creature right before his eyes the young thief's eyes went wide in shock. He had never seen anything like that before and he quickly backed away. There was no question that the boy, faced with a strange demonic like creature was afraid, terrified even but at the same time his curiosity was piqued. First it appeared as a human and now this? Was this that things true form or was it just another illusion? Despite his fear, even now he couldn't help but wonder if this thing was just another thief who was skilled in a different form of magic than his own. Even though it said it was a demon, the boy didn't quite believe it. After all what better way to scare someone off then appearing to them as a demon? Most average folk where brought up to be terrified of such entities but as a mage who grew up on the streets the same couldn't be said for the young thief. He had not been taught to fear such creatures, in fact as a mage he was often associated with them by the average citizen.

What really set off his alarm was when the creature spoke again, addressing him not only by his first name but his stolen last name as well. Illusory magic that could make something appear as something it was not, wasn't such a stretch to believe in he heard similar things before, though he usually heard about such magic in myths and legends. There where stories of evil witches disguising themselves as beautiful men and woman to lure innocent souls to their homes, he had encountered plenty of stories like that. None of those stories nor his current level of magical knowledge suggest how this thing knew his name and he had absolutely no time to think about it. The creature had said he would die and before he could even blink or think to react it was before him, its hand snapping out to wrap around his throat.

This was not the first time someone had tried to kill the boy but the shock brought on by how fast this attack happened left him stunned. He almost gasped in surprise but he could not, chocked off by the things powerful hold. In this situation most would blindly panic, the boy himself was panicking but not enough to leave him madly struggling and flailing. He knew that would only cause death to happen faster, instead he went completely limp, his mind racing as he tried to think of some way to break the creatures grip before it was too late. Still hit heart raced and his lungs screamed for air, his fear was strong but even facing a life or death situation he didn't stop thinking.

He was going to strike, he wasn't going down without a fight but he knew he was overpowered. Instead a thought occurred to him, using a very minute wave of magic he caused the door to creak open hopefully triggering a silent alarm. As he began to grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen he grew more and more frightened and began to summon a more potent spell to attack his attacker but just then guards stormed in and the grip around his throat was released.

The boy fell to the ground gasping for breath, instinctively ducking his head so the guards would not see his face. It took a massive force of will to make himself move, he couldn't let the guards catch him. Keeping his head low and hood up, he scrambled unsteadily to his feet and took off toward the door wincing as a bullet whizzed by. He could hear them coming up behind him, as he reach the window he could feel a hand brush his shirt just barely missing him as he flung himself out of the window. He did not go down the fire escape, he jumped over the side and fell. The fast way down, at the bottom he slowed his fall with a downward blast of air but he still landed hard. The impact jarring his bones and knocking the air from his lung, it only took him a few moments to recover before he got up and took off toward the fence while the guards scrambled down the fire escape attempting to catch up but they where too late. The boy was up and over the fence, gone into the city streets on the other side with thousands of dollars with of precious treasure.

 

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((Yeah, I've got finals next week. If i don't pass my math one, I fail the class.))

Juniper straightened out her black cloak, looking at herself in the reflection of the pond. Her choppy black hair looked strange on top of her head, but it didn't matter to her, nor the person she was going to kill tonight. She was so close to getting rid of the mage, if she had just held out a bit longer or perhaps even just taken him hostage, she could've done it. But now, she had to formulate another plan. It had only been a couple weeks since she last saw him, and now that she figured out where he'd be tonight, it wouldn't be hard just to take his life and be done with it. She curled a piece of her hair behind her ear and put her hood over her head. She could feel him shifting in the darkness of night, probably preparing for another raid on a jewelry store or something similar. She understood why he needed the money, and she understood why he did it. Hell, she did it herself as well. She used her abilities to get her magic though, so it wasn't as hard as what Creus was doing. Any dust of illusion could fool even the wisest man. At one point, she charmed a man out of his car, he actually handed her the keys. She stood up from where she was, and waited patiently for her target to get going to his destination.

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In the weeks that had passed since Creus had escaped he had been unable to figure out who it was whom attack him and why. He could understand a guard, the actual owner of the place or a rival thief trying to get rid of him but none of that fit with the actual attack. The closest fit to it was the rival thief theory, which could be explained by those cheap earrings but even that still didn't quite make sense. He didn't know what had been there before those cheap earrings but they had clearly been stolen. One question was this, was the person whom attacked him and the one who stole the earrings one and the same? Why had that person not taken more? Unless had interrupted them right after they got there? If they had magic like him and used it to hide themselves it would make sense for them to attack, take the items he stole and then flee injuring him but leaving him alive so that he would be caught by the guards which would likely end in him taking the blame for the theft while they got away.

Instead they focused not on the stolen objects but rather on him and had even said they would kill him. Not only that but whatever attacked him did not try to steal what he pocketed which wouldn't really go along with a thief, unless the person whom attacked was a thief who was hired to steal a specific pair of earrings? If that was the case then why attack him? Whoever it was had clearly been very powerful and set on killing him, the whole situation was as puzzling as it was frightening. He was just an orphan thief, he had crossed the law and was always hunted for being a mage but he didn't remember making any enemies like that. As he walked down an alley, he once again tried to puzzle this all out but nothing really made sense. He had briefly considered that his attacker might be a slayer but that made no sense since they used magic and slayers kill everything with magic as far as he knew. It seemed highly unlikely that one of their own would be a magic user so he quickly discarded that thought.

He hadn't seen any sign of that person since so he hoped that would be his first and his last encounter. For now he just sighed and pushed away those thoughts as he walked. Tonight he was going to try and sell the last of the stolen jewellery before fleeing this city and moving on to another. He had spent far too much time in this location and it was about time he got out of there before he ran into the slayers themselves. He just hoped that the man he was seeking out was still there and the information he had gotten wasn't old or planted by cops to lure thieves in.

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