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[inquisitor_lavellan]

It was just another day on the job as a mercenary.

Scenario 01 - Genessia City - (not) breaking a leg

The pickpocket hit Alleyana's client and then ran like hell to get away from the armored elf at their side. It didn't do any good. A hooked chain snagged the thief around the ankles and then they were flying through the air, landing at Alley's feet.

While the thief was still dazed from that, Alley planted an armored boot on their leg and applied pressure. "Give it back," the elf ordered, as calm as could be. Once her client's money was back in their hands, Alley picked up her foot and unhooked her grappling chain, letting the thief limp off. That leg wasn't broken, but it would have been if the warrior had been trying.

Scenario 02 - Genessia City - no trespassing

Alleyana stood in front of a closed door, her shield bolted onto the flat bar that made up her left forearm. She stood facing out, at passerby, clearly blocking the way in. It wasn't a popular destination, just a little pawn shop, but her employer had wanted privacy... and so privacy they would get.

The scarred elf didn't have her weapon drawn, but her body language was clear; she didn't need it to stop anyone from getting in. And if she did? Well... maybe it was better to try a more diplomatic approach if one wanted inside. Or if one was just curious.

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scenario 2

[imalooter]

Of all the cities he'd paid a visit to here, Genessia seemed the most like home. Nova City was too modern, Everglade was too Sleepy Hollow, and Fayren belonged in a fairy tale. He supposed he could have looked into settling down in Attleton, but a few visits there was too much like suburbia. Fet hated the suburbs. So, Genessia would be his new home while he tried to figure this place out.

First, after the reports he's heard of the other places, and this place too, outfitting himself with some appropriately homegrown weapons was a good idea, and if the old man taught him anything, which he'd taught him a lot, it was that pawn shops were a great place to find things that can be modified.

Standing at well over six feet and broad of shoulder, Fet was well aware he cast an imposing shadow, but he came up short as he approached the door to this particular establishment. Was that...armor? A shield? Pointed...ears? There were elves in Fayren, he reminded himself. He pasted on a charming smile once he was within earshot, his Ukranian accent giving his words a melodious lilt.

"So, does this mean this one's closed today?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

The Inquisitor was accustomed to Avvar, who were usually taller and broader than this stranger, and Qunari, who were always bigger yet. But this was one of the larger regular humans she'd seen, certainly.

Alley tipped her head a little to one side to look up at the stranger, unperturbed. The shield bolted to her false arm, currently hanging at ease at her side, was huge and a bit... spiky. It looked like it weighed nearly as much as she did.

"Until my client is done, it is," Alleyana replied calmly. She wasn't automatically going to be threatening to someone just asking questions. Only if he tried to muscle past... that would be a mistake. "It could be five minutes; it could be an hour."

[imalooter]

He frowns slightly in thought, nods, and takes a cigarillo out of his vest pocket and lights it, moving to lean against the side of the building as he does so. He clenches the smoke between his teeth, the wraps his lips around it, inhales, and lets the smoke out slowly. If he was going to be here a while, he may as well get comfortable.

"So, what's your story, huh? You don't see armor like that round here very often."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley glanced down briefly at her own armor. The metal was all dragonbone, tinted with silverite; the leather was all dragonhide. It was custom-made specifically for her, for the Inquisitor, and thus it was unique even on her own world. Not that wearing armor was odd there, though it was a bit odd to see an elf so well-geared.

"It's the kind of world I'm from," she said, back to watching passer-by, "more like Fayren, but with less pretentiousness. Mostly."

[imalooter]

He nodded at her explanation. He could appreciate the protection, even his own world begged more Kevlar than leather. "The kind of world where, when it comes to blows, they use swords, huh?" He looked appreciative. "I can respect that. When you're gonna kill somebody, you gotta look 'em in the eye, you know? There's something...I don't know...honorable about that."

scenario 1

[firefandance]

Yukiko had finished getting everything she had needed for her other little venture. Things were going well at least and she was happy. However as she was about to head home, she had come across the whole situation and was honestly surprised.

Mostly because of the thief limping off. Whatever they had done they obviously hurt someone. "Did you really need to be that harsh?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Yes," Alleyana tucked the coiled chain away. She only had the one hand; her other forearm was just a flat metal bar from just below the elbow, down. "A bruised leg is nothing; that idiot will pick a better mark next time."

[firefandance]

"Then was he trying to run. I find being that harsh is more understandable if they try that." At least in her mind because then you won't know what might happen at least.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"He realized my client had a guard and thought he'd be faster than me," Alleyana agreed, and tipped her head forward briefly, "he wasn't."

[firefandance]

She guessed that would teach him, or it will teach him to be more of a alert the next time. She couldn't say she knew which way it would truly go.

"Guess that makes sense. You were just doing your job."

2

[followthetwine]

Merrill was jogging through the streets, having found a cat and decided to follow it. Because it could probably lead her to even more cats. And she would have to live with cats since it seemed like even griffons didn't exist here.

But she recognized that grumpy look. Merrill liked to think she was good at picking out people by their grumpy looks. She had known enough grumps.

She stopped right in front of Alleyana. "You know if you smile more, people won't walk away."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley was, in effect, a captive audience! "Maybe I prefer they do. This ain't some diplomatic mission I'm on."

[followthetwine]

"But that's no way to make friends!" Merrill said. Because that was the important part.

"You look so... So... So intimidating here. Friends would fix that, you know."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"I'm here to do a job," Alleyana frowned, "not make friends. Were you... chasing a cat?"

[followthetwine]

"But that's the best time to make friends! It's how Hawke made all of hers," she paused, thinking, trying to remember how Hawke met everyone. "Well... How she met most of us."

She paused again, this time looking down the road she had just been running on. "I wouldn't say chasing it, no. I just wanted to see where it lived. Cats usually stick together, you see."

01

[toaster_puppy]

In a daze, the thief hobbled into Genos and bounced off with a pained gasp. Genos let him go with a stern stare at his back until the thief had disappeared around a corner. As tempting as dealing with him would be, he was more interested in the one that had taken the thief down. A vigilante? A bounty hunter maybe?

"Who are you?" As always, Genos was full of tact.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alleyana kept an eye on her client, but also took a moment to stare at Genos, too. Was that... armor? From the neck down?

"Alley. Who are you?"

[toaster_puppy]

"Genos." He looked her up and down, curious. No one dressed normally here or the world he came from, but he rarely saw full armor one someone that wasn't prepared for a fight. The scars alone suggested she was plenty capable.

"Hero, S-class." That meant little here. "Where are you from?"

He flat out ignored her client.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Thedas," Alleyana tipped her head a little to one side. "Does it matter? I haven't seen armor like yours before." Because what else would she assume a cyborg's body was?

[toaster_puppy]

"It would matter if I knew where or what that was." It was worth a shot. "As for my 'armor', it's my body, it's full robotic."

There went the hope of asking her if she'd seen more like him. He'd found no leads on the mad cyborg yet... Maybe that was for the best.

2!!

[debtpaid]

[Junk stores, pawn shops, or even stores that sold obscure old knicknacks in general are pretty great if you're trying to find a unique item for whatever reason. Kaden's current task is just that—he needed to find an old figurine to replace the one someone's boyfriend had broken before the boyfriend got in trouble for it. In return, Kaden was going to get a bag of apples he needed to finish another trade! He was certain that he'd seen the item in this shop only a few days before when he had peeked in, so he came as soon as he knew it was open. ...Only to find a very intimidating looking woman standing in front of the door like she plans to stonewall anyone who wants to get inside.

Bummer.

He approaches Alleyana cautiously, his large fluffy tail the only indication of the vague apprehension he was feeling.]

Oh man, don't tell me the shop's closed!

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Well, fox ears and a tail weren't the weirdest thing she'd ever seen, but Alleyana figured it was up there for at least the day.

"Until my client is finished inside," the Inquisitor said simply, "it could be five minutes; it could be an hour. I don't know."

wHOOPS forgot to prose my b

[debtpaid]

Hey he doesn't exactly see people with pointy ears all the time...mostly just Corrin. But in any case, the lady seems nice enough considering she's talking to him. It makes Kaden smile a little bit in return, and relax. Somewhat relax, that is.

"Aw man, hey could you let me in just real quick? There's this little statue I need to get and—" he starts, as he steps towards the door carefully. "I won't bug your client I promise! I can be super sneaky and leave the money on the counter and everything!"

it's cool :3

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley adjusts her position just slightly to more firmly block the door against this... fox person. "Your statue will still be there when my client is done," she says, "I'm not paid to make exceptions."

That's a very large, spiky shield bolted to her prosthetic forearm. It looks like it weighs nearly as much as she does. She doesn't raise it, yet, but it's there.

[debtpaid]

"Aw, come on, pleeeease? If you do me this favor I'll owe you one, and I always make good on my favors!" he pleads. Okay maybe she's not SUPER nice, but she's not being mean either.

The shield and the...not arm that it's bolted to doesn't pass his attention either, and he reaches out to poke one of the spikes, immediately pulling back and shaking his hand in mock pain. Sharp indeed.

"I'm supposed to get this done before too long, or the lady I'm trying to help out's really in a jam!" Or, she won't be able to make jam. He's pretty sure that's what the little old lady wanted with bag of apples. Or was it pie?