Constables of the 14th Ward Part 3

[sblock=Brae]Brae makes the short journey home passing a vagrant who eyes him wearily and clutches some treasure found in a gutter under a motley cloak that is more patch than original material. The walleyed fellow limps along muttering about 'momentous portents.' Upon easing into his overstuffed chair Brae has the strange sensation that something is out of place. A odor of acrid cheap pipeweed wafts from somewhere and the sounds of the surrounding flats are unfamiliar for reasons he can't quite place. Taking another sip of his drink, the feeling lifts and he continues his night without incident.[/sblock]
 

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[sblock=Raul]Making his way to the center, Raul meditates with difficulty. Perhaps death is hard on the spirit as well as the body. Finally, he pushes aside the world and attains a state of peace. Before he gets a chance to talk with his teachers, his mother passes and nods a greeting. Like mother's the world over, one look at her child's face is enough to tell her that something is awry. She looks into his eyes imploring, but saying nothing.[/sblock]
 

[sblock=Soulfetter]Taking a circuitous route around the ward, Soulfetter stops in on a few friends and catches up with the latest gossip. It seems that Mrs. Pettleprop has run off with a lover to the 15th and her husband insists she has been enchanted, but most who look upon the homely little man figure that the dashing sorcerer needed no magic beyond his enchanting looks and the expensive cut of his robes to win the lady from her sour nitpicking husband. Upon arriving home, he is dismayed to discover the batch of amber has soured. Perhaps a bad yeast or the grain was older than the seller let on. It can't be salvaged and the unpleasant odor of it lingers in the place.[/sblock]
 

[sblock=Braz]His task finished, Braz returns home a second time to find that a large dog has fouled his doorstep. If not a large dog then an overfed one at least. The mess leaves an unpleasant smell in his shop. To make matters worse he tipped a small can of lock oil over on his work bench and it has soaked drawings of a pair of traps he was working on for a wealthy client in a finer part of the 14th. By lamplight the reddish oil looks eerily like blood staining the parchments.[/sblock]
 

[sblock=Thea and Darius]The others having all departed, Thea and Darius find themselves sitting across from each other in uncomfortable silence. Mattie passes through and smiles and the man and woman in a way that suggests she believes the two of you remaining together is no accident. This of course only serves to heighten the awkwardness.[/sblock]
 

Braz spends the evening swearing and cursing and cleaning. He heads to bed and rises early as he usually does. He digs out his old armor and weapons, packed away neatly in oiled rags. After a good cleaning and polishing, he locks up the shop and heads to a nearby tailor. There he has a bag quickly made for his crossbow. A special bag for a special weapon. It is made of heavy canvas with leather reinforcing various parts. With a shoulder strap the bag is ready to go and just in time as Braz heads over to the Constabulary office.
 



OOC: Badges! Badges! I don't need no stinkin badges!
OOC: lmdmao!! ('laughing my Dungeon Master's...' you know the rest) Actually, Scotley can attest that such behavior by me is quite IN CHARACTER! :D

OOC: And actually, it was STEENKING badges, if memory serves. Incidentally, is Braz the Good, the Bad, or the Ugly? :D
 
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OOC: lmdmao!! ('laughing my Dungeon Master's...' you know the rest) Actually, Scotley can attest that such behavior by me is quite IN CHARACTER! :D

OOC: And actually, it was STEENKING badges, if memory serves. Incidentally, is Braz the Good, the Bad, or the Ugly? :D

ooc: Well, given that Braz is a sharpshooter, I would bet he would be the one shooting the rope.

He sure as heck wouldn't be the one with his neck in the noose. Tiny can have that job ;)

I guess that makes him "The Good" ;)
 

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