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[pyrazine]

WHO: Luana Marcos and the good people of this world
WHAT: Open log for CR purposes
WHEN: Time is a construct and life a prison
WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall
NOTES: Save this child from herself.

Growing up in Rocinha does something to a girl; it makes her unable to trust things like hiring boats. Getting pushed around (to say the least) at least once a day by someone who is supposed to be your guardian probably doesn't help either, but if Luana were going to point out where did this shitty attitude come from, she would likely say it was growing up in the one of the biggest slums in Rio.

But after a few days of walking around the Gallows, she was getting stir crazy. Even in Minas, which was boring as hell, she had work to do. In theory she knows she can find work to do around here, but it's a new day and she's still not sure that she wants to. No one here has stepped up so far to prove that they were worth working for.

Getting to Kirkwall is, well. Not easy enough, but easier done than getting back. She spends the day sort of keeping a low profile, which is simple enough for someone used to places far more dangerous than this. She takes a few moments to check out the local dog life - always good to know what might be willing to chase her if she shifts - and the other things that a city might hold. She's doing that thing that people who know how to steal, borrow, lie, or sneak do, where she is clearly casing the joint, the joint, in this case, being the entire damned town.

Meeting her there is easy enough.

The not easy part is when she gets back to where she ditched the boat, and finds that there is no boat. No way back except maybe to swim, and she's not entirely sure she wants to do that; at least not yet. Meeting her at the docks is another thing entirely, because while in the city she looked casual, here she looks harried, annoyed, kicking rocks into the water.

What the actual hell.


[meet her in kirkwall or trying to get back to the gallows, either works for me! if you'd like anything specific don't hesitate to pm me. action brackets or prose both acceptable]

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[montalis]

It's Darktown that Luca crosses paths with her, doing what he does for the majority of his job: people watching. Observing, blending into a background and soaking it in. Learning. Without all his Seeker gear on, of course, because it's like walking into a room and declaring out loud - I'm a spy! But this is hardly for work (well, mostly, everything is always at least a little bit for work), just reading the pulse of the district.

It's then that he spots her very obviously casing... the entire town, but at the moment, one of the market stalls.

"I wouldn't hazard it." Luca speaks up from the bench he's chilling on when she passes by, tilting his head to look towards her a moment, glancing over her while taking in smaller details. After a beat, he points back towards the stall in question.

"The dwarf clerk's kindly enough, but those are Carta goods." In case she's new enough that the statement alone doesn't make sense, he adds on: "They'll be after your kneecaps later."

[pyrazine]

She lifts her head a little and looks over at this boy - man? - and his goatee, which in Brazil is a way that middle class boys wear their facial hair to flirt with middle class girls. Luana knows, she's witnessed it with her own two eyes. She tips her head a little now, and smiles, the kind of smile that is ascribed to thieves everywhere. "Why is it always the kneecaps?" she wonders out loud, backing up from the stall. "They should go for the teeth. Or the fingers."

Both of those things are more valuable to her than her kneecaps. But the point remains - she needs her kneecaps too. She slides against him on the bench, her leg curling around his ankle from the back. "What's Carta?"

[montalis]

“A man or woman missing a finger or tooth could still find work fairly easily. But without the ability to walk? Not so much.” He is a man, and probably wouldn’t be allowed into the Seekers if he wasn’t yet. As for the goatee, well, he’s Antivan and it’s just genetics that his 5 o’clock shadow can’t be fought, okay, not his fault. The girl slides up to him and gets immediately cozy - not something Luca was expecting, but he neither shows surprise or disapproval, a small, easy smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

Oh, gurl. Are you trying to play him right now? He’s done that song and dance himself enough to recognize it, but there’s a lot of fun in this. Thieves and spies can really be some of the most interesting people, he thinks.

“The Carta is the largest and most influential Dwarven crime ring. “ The mafia, basically, but mafia isn’t a word that exists in Thedas, sooo.

[pyrazine]

She considers that a minute. She's dealt with drug dealers, and with dwarves - well, sort of - but the combination of the two is interesting. She bites her lip a little, thinking around it, and her leg stays where it is. If she's flirting more, she's not letting on. "So," she drawls a little, "you're saying not to piss them off."

She shrugs. "I can do that," she finally decides. "I wouldn't really steal anyway," she adds, and she means it, for whatever it's worth.

[montalis]

Flirting for purpose, or for none at all, is an atmosphere Luca's comfortable in, so if she is flirting more, it doesn't appear to bother him whatsoever. Luana's been fun company so far, and even if Luca gains nothing of real important from this conversation, it's been a good time, and that's worth it enough. Chuckling, he shrugs, and lowers his voice, ducking his head somewhat to whisper between the two of them. "I am saying, if you plan to piss them off, be very certain they do not catch you."

Excuse me, Mr. Seeker, maybe you shouldn't be encouraging illegal activity? But, he's not the city guard, so what's it matter to him? Not his jurisdiction. Anyway, it doesn't seem like it was her goal after all.

"Oh? You'd been watching the stalls very closely." And not very subtly, hence his remarking on it. Which is maybe another form of him letting her know to be more careful. Then again, Luca, given his trade, does tend to catch onto these things faster than most.

[pyrazine]

She shrugs again, and smiles now, flirty and cute. She really is charming, her smile bright and sweet. She considers what to do next, but she looks at the stall. "If I decided to steal," she begins, shaking her bangs out a little out of her eyes, "I would never get caught."

She was a thief, once, but she's not a thief anymore. She was a lot of things, once, that she isn't anymore.

"I like to keep an eye for people who might be willing to help a girl out. You know. Food. Work." She nods a little in that direction. "But apparently not those guys."