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Date & Time: jan 19 and the week following.
Location: around the hold.
Characters: remy & open.
Summary: teenage thief awakens in post-apocalyptic wasteland and decides to make a profit. or, true life: lost children in exsilium.
Warnings: n/a.

Waking up had been disorienting, to say the least, and as the day wore on the sensation didn’t fade. He thought at first it might be some kind of test, some survival exercise, but it was far too elaborate and far too cold to have come from his family. His next thought was of the Assassins, and the great lengths they’d go to terrorize a Thief, but this was beyond their capability, too. So Remy was forced to admit that this was something far outside his understanding. Once he accepted that, he set to work.

The first day he spends ducking around corners and trying to stay hidden. It’s a mostly futile effort, considering how he’s dressed, and the fact that he knows nothing about the layout of the place he’s in. So he can be found, for the most part, hiding behind doors and darting between shadows. He doesn’t dare venture outdoors, because he’s sure that as soon as he does something horrible will happen, but he does manage to make quite a few rounds of the Hold itself. He’s skittish, when approached, and over-reactive—in fact, most every time he’s found there’s a card in his hand and a glow in his eyes before he stops to say hello.

The second is more adventurous, if not better entirely. Now, the most likely place to find him is swiping food from anywhere he can find it. That means—the shops in the city, the halls of the Hold, and, oh yeah, right out of your hands, if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s a quick trick, one he’s been doing practically since he could walk, and so he doesn’t expect to be caught. But, then again, the past few days have been full of surprises.

A few days later, and he’s finally exploring the city for more than food raids. He looks ridiculous, wrapped in his older-self’s trench coat, which is far too long for him. He has the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the thing drags behind him as he walks. He doesn’t seem to mind the rain, much, and moves with the same agility and performance as he always has and always will. But at this age he’s also got a nervous energy, stopping and taking things in, muttering under his breath, and even pausing to stare at passersby.

And so it goes. As the days go on he can be found just about anywhere, picking locks or asking questions, hiding his caginess and fear behind a lot of boyish charm. Feel free to find him wherever you may be, and hope that that doesn’t mean he’s either just blown up the door to your room or stolen the rug out from under your feet.

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She almost laughed, almost. Instead a wicked grin forms on her lips. Before the fear of her arms from others made her feel bad about them. Made her want to hide. Now she simply found it amusing and felt no need to apologize for what she is.

"I do believe it is. An' now that I got you, whate'er will I do wi' you?" She leaned in a bit and made sure she had a good grip on him.

His arms are more or less pinned to his sides, but he still manages to reach into a pocket and grab one of his cards. It's a rather obvious motion, but he keeps talking all the while.

"Nothin' seems like a pretty good option, mam'selle," he says, trying to sound polite but coming off cheeky nonetheless. "After all, you wouldn't turn in a... fellow countryman, would you?"

All this he says as he wills the card to charge, waiting for an opportune moment.

She'd seen the card trick before, although the memory is but a haze. So it didn't really register in her head that he's up to something.

Ghost let out a laugh and released him, "Askin' would'a done you better. The food ain' a big deal, it's the lack of manner."

He takes a step or two back once she releases him, rubbing one hand over his shoulder. "Thievin' has nothing ta do with manners," he informs her primly, and then tosses the card between them, where it burst in air.

Ghost started to say something but well, blinding lights and all that tends to stop all words in one's throat. She lets out a groan then rubs her eyes while muttering something about rude kids.

He grabs another card, and while it charges takes a few more steps back. "Forget about this, now, or I'll..."

He hesitates, there. Or he'll what? Blow her up? That's not exactly his modus operandi.

She dropped her hands from her eyes and squinted at him. "Do what?" She almost grinned, this kid was amusing at least.

"Y'want me ta threaten you?" That's said with great disbelief.

"I'm jus' curious what you'll do." A grin formed on her lips even though she was still trying to blink away the bright light.

"You should be scared." His voice squeaks, when he says that.

Oh that was just cute. She was sure he could do plenty of damage but he was scared.

"I'm sure I should. Look, jus' 'pologize for takin' the food an' I let you be."

"I'm not gonna apologize for what I do." He rolls his eyes. A thief who apologizes for thieving? As if.

She moved in closer again. Body language nonthreatening but her grin could be a little unsettling.

"A'ight, fine. But take anythin' else of mind an' you gonna regret it."

He looks straight into her eyes as she grins at him, defiant all the while. Usually people don't like looking directly at him for too long, his eyes unnerving them. He's almost challenging her to react differently, with that stare.

"I don't regret anythin'."

"Trust me, I can make you regret it," all said with a smile.

She didn't back down and she was most definitely looking him in the eye. His eyes didn't disturb her at all because her own eyes were strange.

"With what? Those..." His eyes flick to her arms. He isn't judging, or even frightened by them. Rather, he's curious, and it shows in his eyes as he glances between her face and the rest of her.

She glanced down at her right arm before lifting it so he could get a better view. As her arm came up it began to twist and shift until it resembled a blade.

"Jus' one of many shapes it can take."

He isn't scared by the blade--he thinks himself good enough to dodge, should it come for him--but rather his features break into a grin.

"That makes kinda alike, non?"

There was more to it than just the shifting but if she put all the cards on the table what advantage would she have?

Her hand shifted back to 'normal' as she lowered it. "In a way."

"Ne'er met another one, b'fore," he murmurs, bashful.

"Oh? Well I guess y'can't say that now." She grins and reaches up to pat his shoulder.

"So, is that all y'do. Make explosions?"

"It's not jus' making' explosions," he grumbles, though he in fact does not know the true extent of what he can do, or any of the science behind it. The other thieves are content to call it a kind of magic, but he knows it isn't just that.

"It's... energy." That's about as far as he's gotten.

"Kinda figured that. So y'like what? Charge up objects an' then they explode? Sounds handy." Ghost knows all about different types of energies, after all her arms are made up energy. But she can't do anything like what he can with it.

"It helps, most a the time." Not all of the time, though. The day he discovered his ability was largely a day of failure for him.

"I would imagine so for a thief." Ghost flashed a grin. Her own abilities would be incredibly helpful for a thief but luckily she never had to go that route to survive.

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