( open ) don't say yes if you can't say no

[freewoman]

Date & Time: Post-dated to 25th
Location: Around the city
Characters: Ygritte and YOU
Summary: Ygritte being Ygritte and doing her usual thing around the city
Warnings: She comes with her own standard warning

There wasn't much about the mission she had liked. It wasn't necessarily bad, and it was more comfortable than the time she was in New Mexico. At least the heat hadn't killed her. Though she was glad to have her furs back on. Stocked on her weapons, Ygritte left the security of her encampment for her daily forage.

And by forage, it was usually stealing what she could where she could. People didn't secure their things nearly as well here, and she usually came back home with a few pieces of fruit or occasionally some animal she could easily slaughter. It just wasn't easy coming by animals period. She did wonder where they came from to begin with, but Ygritte preferred to prepare her own meat, perpetually distrusting of the way of life here. However sometimes she got by with stealing jewelry and gold and would trade for the animal. The concept of money was mostly unused by her. She did things the way her people did it, and she lived decently well for it.

So that was what she was doing today, seeing what she could pilfer and trade.

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[weapabilities]

Things had gone back to normal, and as such, Drift's search for his missing companion continued. He had already been around the city once. He apparently didn't know the meaning of giving up.

Currently however, he's resting in the rubble of a small building (or what once was), with one foot propped up on his knee. He appears to be attempting to pull something from his foot plating to no avail.

"Nnhhghggh. Fragging- to the pit with it!" He did not miss the climate, he's damn well sure of that, and now a muddy rock has lodged itself right in his toe plates. He's so focused on it, he doesn't seem to notice anyone near by.

[freewoman]

It was the voice that had caught her first. She wasn't particularly looking for anyone, mostly surveying what she could. Her head turns at the sound, looking up the street to see Drift possibly sitting down. He seemed to be cursing-- if that was cursing to a metal giant-- about something.

It didn't take her long to slip down the cracked road, skirting through some debris that littered off of the street. She moved up to him and gave him a slow smile. "Havin' trouble?" Ygritte asked.

[weapabilities]

Her voice snaps his head up from glaring at his own foot. Only a second to realize before he's straightening up.

"Ygritte!" He slams his foot down quickly, wincing.

"Ahhhhhhh nothing too troubling, no."

He's like a cat, he doesn't enjoy being caught in undignified situations.

"What are you doing. Uh. Here?"

[freewoman]

"Raiding," she answered him honestly before looking him over. Something was definitely wrong.

"Come on, you lug. What's wrong? I could hear you cursin' from down the street." And she liked him well enough to actually see if she could help. So take it, Drift. It didn't come often.

[weapabilities]

"Raiding what?" He cants his head slightly, peering at her before the ball is abruptly back in his court.

"Ahhhh... well. I mean. Just a- you know it's so muddy here because of the rain. I wasn't looking where I stepped and I kind of. Got a pebble stuck in the mechanisms of my foot."

You'd think they'd have evolved or adapted something to deal with the ever-common plague of 'getting something caught in your transformation seams' but apparently that's not the case.

[freewoman]

"Whatever I can get into," Ygritte answered honestly and with a smirk that said she was up to no good. It was the way of her people, and if a person wasn't good enough to hold their prize possessions, they didn't deserve them. Ygritte was used to fighting for everything.

"Can't your big, metal feet crush it," she said, balling up her hand to pantomime what she meant.

[weapabilities]

The smirk is returned, Drift flashing a very fleetingly genuine grin at her.

"Point taken." He understands having to fight for every scrap you get. He doesn't begrudge her what she has to do to survive.

"Well... I mean not really. It's kind of stuck up in a joint and to be honest with you it really hurts."

hope this is okay!

[onemistress]

Elizabeth had been minding her own business as she walked about the streets. Still trying to get used to how things worked here. She still couldn't get used to how this place worked, from the lights that seemed to work by magic to living without servants, it was as awful as it could be. She stood out, brightly colored silks even if their hem seemed to become perpetually stained in mud and the pearls around her neck -- that she was never going to let anyone take if what was said of them was true -- and the gold rings on her fingers.

Or at least the rings had been. In the rain they tended to slip loosely on her fingers when she was walking about. Instead she'd taken to threading them onto a ribbon and tying them off around her wrist. It seemed safer than leaving them in her rooms at least, which were hardly secure at all. Mostly they seemed fine, and she hardly noticed them until there was a strange tug.

Her hand went to it immediately, catching what felt like a hand there. What on earth -- She turned immediately, snatching at whoever would dare steal from her. "What do you think you're doing?"

I'll work with it~

[freewoman]

This might not have been the smartest move in hindsight. While Ygritte was proficient in raiding, downright thieving may have been more Remy's thing. But all she could see what the food she could trade with that gold. Or even what could be made out of it if it could be melted down. No, it wasn't good steel, but it was good all the same.

But then her wrist was caught, and Ygritte was standing here. Her free hand went to her dagger, willing to fight her way out of this. "I'd suggest y'let me go," she told her, assuming the woman was like any other high bred lady.

<3~ This can only end well...

[onemistress]

The minute the hand went to the dagger, Elizabeth went stiff. Thieves, she knew, thieves, she could deal with. Wasn't the first time she'd caught someone doing so. Only fear didn't grip her, it was just a simple matter of calculation. Fear was something she'd learned to live with.

But she could see where she was outmatched. Fighting hand to hand? Not something she was well not equipped to do. No matter her joy of hunting, once an arrow had taken down a beast, slitting its throat was easy.

A living breathing human was something else again to an animal. "You're more skilled with such things than I am, that much is plain. But if you pull that on me, I shall scream murder until the whole city hears of it." Her grip loosened a little. "So perhaps we can solve this in some other way?"

probably not, but haha, that's most of her cr~

[freewoman]

She didn't want to cause a scene. Most of how Ygritte worked was staying under the radar, stealing when and where she can, but not hitting a spot twice unless the people were exceptionally idiotic. Her hand still held the base of the dagger, though she didn't pull it, nor did she make to attack the woman.

They seemed to come to some understanding though. When the woman's grip on her hand loosened, Ygritte dropped the bracelet. "Let me go, an' I won't gut you like a beast." It was her last warning, the situation be damned.

[onemistress]

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the threat. "That's a new one." But all the same she loosened her grip.

Her hand went to the jewellery again, fiddling with it, then looked at Ygritte again, looking her up and down. "Before you go..." she let her wrist go finally, her hand falling back in place. "... Where did you acquire a jacket like that?"

Because her own jacket wasn't made for this kind of constant rain, and she was going to have to start finding clothes that were better suited sooner rather than later. The furs at least looked warm.

[freewoman]

She withdrew her hand quickly and the dagger stayed sheathed under her fur coat. Ygritte was ready to make a break for it, but stopped steady when she was asked that question. The lady wanted to stop and talk about fashions?

"Home, actually. It was made by some women village long ago," Ygritte told her, looking down at it. It was dirty and muddy, but it managed to keep her warm and dry. It was far more durable than what most people brought to the city from their homes.

"Talk to a woman named Gwen though. She serves a Lady Morgana. She makes my trousers, and I know she could use the coin." Okay, so Gwen gave her clothes in trade for sword lessons, but she wasn't going to tell this woman that. Not if she could help a friend.

[bloodyantivan]

Zevran didn't get out much as he used to do. Since being blinded in the bombings navigating Exsilium became a new sort of challenge, one he was still acquainting himself with. His training as an assassin made him fairly well-equipped to fight without any visuals, but moving around in his day-to-day was another game entirely.

Today was a simple enough exercise - he was headed to the Initiative building to do some training, as he always did. Along with him is Atticus, Elissa's gigantic mabari hound, as heavy and thickly built as the best warriors, if a little nearer to the ground. No leash or anything so undignified for the beloved companion, which turned out to be a problem: he smelled fresh meat coming from someone else's bag and was briefly distracted, bounding over to Ygritte with an expectant look.

The elf approached, clucking his tongue. He was dressed in a skirt, a long jacket and high boots: comfortable clothing in mute colors that blended in with the residents of the city. Better to dress this way than in his leathers and attract the attention of a people all too happy to place the blame on Transports for their predicaments.

He does carry his daggers strapped to his back. The only other out of place element would be the dark glasses hiding his eyes: a bit unnecessary in the gloom of the city.

[freewoman]

Ygritte had her bag close to her, hand over the furs of it and her spear strapped to her back. She wore her fur coat and trousers, already stained with mud on the bottoms and on the knees. She didn't particularly care. Dirt was dirt, and it was a part of her life. Her hood was down and her hair was tied in a loose braid to make it easier to scout. Which was what she was currently doing.

She was used to large canines, around Ghost enough. Plus she had met two of the Stark's wolves here. Ygritte stilled when the beast approached her, sniffing at her bag. "Hungry there?" She asked him, stretching out her hand for him to smell.

It was hearing his voice that her stiffen. Hands curled in as she saw him, jaw tight. "He yours then?" Her tone already clenching.

[bloodyantivan]

Atticus sniffed at her hand politely, then trotted back over to Zevran.

"You would think we do not feed you enough, the way you go on," Zevran chided, reaching out to the warhound until Atticus licked his hand. With the mabari properly spotted he stroked his snout, then behind his ears.

He recognized Ygritte's voice, and also that she was far from pleased to meet his acquaintance. Well, he had offered to fight her. Twice. And it had not seemed a friendly thing from her side. He smelled the mud and fur and meat on her and wondered if she wa much like the Dalish, living hand to mouth in the wilderness, shunning an untrustworthy civilization.

"He is not mine," Zevran admitted. "We are merely looking after each other at the behest of our lady. I am not much one for pets, personally."

[freewoman]

She hadn't meant it in a friendly manner, but he wasn't worth her time. Not with how much she was currently doing. She remained stiff and at the ready anyway. Her eyes flickered back down to the beast, and she petted its side. She could relate to it more than she could most people in the city.

"Can't tame a wildthing anyway." She didn't think of them as pets. Anything that looked to have power like that.

[bloodyantivan]

Atticus was, perhaps unsurprisingly, more than thrilled to have the attention of yet another lovely red-haired warrior woman. Zevran wondered if he'd have the heart to break the news of his disloyalty to Elissa later. He gets the feeling that he is lucky to have him acting as a peacemaker, though. His normally charming disposition hadn't made a good impression on Ygritte.

"The hound has been with my dear companion since they were pup and child. They trained together, dispatched of castle rodents together, escaped certain death together... it was all very picturesque. Fereldens are very close to their mabari. Many fight with them, and consider them to be part of the family."

Zevran sighs, scritching the beast along his backbone.

"I suppose one could do worse than to have a fighting partner that requires only beef bones to secure focus and loyalty. The drooling on the other hand, I could do without."

[freewoman]

"Sounds like a wolf I know," she said complacently. She thought of Jon and Ghost and missed them more than she wanted to admit. She was tough on the exterior, but Jon was one of the few people that she opened up to. She was glad his family was here, but she did miss the Crow.

"Y'make out in the end if it's just drool you must abide."

/sneaks in

[fe_male]

There was rather an art to the whole scavenging business. A sort of flair that either one possessed or did not possess that made them good at it or not, as far as he could tell. A body had to be reasonably inventive, or at least visionarily based, for the true potential of any one thing to be properly recognized. Of course, there was value in the genuine scraps as well, the tiny little things that were underfoot and overlooked. Value in that they could be melted down into something else, but hey, saves on some of the production costs either way. He'd been pretty desperate for certain metals when he first arrived. Not so much anymore, but sometimes the metal composition would be interesting and he'd have something else to consider using.

The drawback to the whole 'art' idea was that apparently everyone in the damn place thought themselves an artist, which meant that you'd wind up finding something that perfectly fit what you needed being used to prop open a door somewhere, and damn if the new owner doesn't realize they've got you by the short and curlies now that you're showing interest in their door-stop. Moderately annoying. Of course, you could always foist something useless back off on them, touting the potential of it until it was just too much to resist, but for the most part Tony liked to keep more positive public relations going on here. Especially recently. It was much easier to drop a few marques here and there - although he couldn't do that so easily either, his resources were infinitely more finite here than he had ever experienced back home. Well, except for a couple of specific moments.

But anyway. 'Reclaiming' usually didn't overlap with other transports so much. He wasn't sure why, he just hadn't run into too many of them doing it, which was weird because he was pretty sure basically everyone and their mother's pet rock were all doing it. Who knows.

"Got your eye out for anything in particular?"

<3

[freewoman]

Ygritte didn't know the 'art' of foraging. She just knew what she thought was costly and what she could trade for it. Granted a lot of her 'foraging' involved actual stealing, but it didn't phase her and she rarely got caught. If she did, it helped that she had a number of weapons on her person.

She was looking through some metal scraps when she heard the voice. Ygritte didn't know much about metals, except the difference between good steel and the softer kind she was used to. She didn't know a smith here though. This was just for trading to some of locals.

"Aye. Whatever I can trade for," she told him before recognizing him as the man that told her about flying northward.

[fe_male]

He remembers wondering why she wanted to go North; he doesn't remember a whole lot about whatever it was he actually told her. Probably nothing too useful - he doesn't see much of anything that's too interesting the further North you go. Weird things - who knows; sometimes it's fun. Exploring, adventuring. But usually it's kind of just flying over miles of not-grass.

That's technically specific, he supposes. Of a degree. "What're you looking to get?"

[freewoman]

Her hand closed around the fine wires in her hand, not particularly sure what he wanted. Her eyes scanned over the debris pile in front of them before her eyes flickered back to him.

"I trade. For weapons, food, services. What I need," she told him. Ygritte didn't use money, though she collected her amount each month. She probably had a few thousand stored away, but it meant little to her.

[fe_male]

He just wants some entertainment, and she's typically a bit of a character. Entertainment issue solved. For the moment he's just sort of standing off to the side, watching. He's got a bag already - looks like he's been out for a while, but it's not brimming or anything.

"Spending all your money in one place?"

[freewoman]

She kicked at a piece of rotting plaster before looking under it. She was mostly looking for wiring, the copper sold decently well. At his question she looked back at him. "The coins you mean? Don't use'em."