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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 21:44:21 GMT
It only takes her a few seconds to get the door open; the lock isn’t in any way complicated. It does make a bit of noise but the commotion of the party upstairs definitely muted it. The next room is quite dark and a thin billow of smoke trails out as she cracks the door. She can’t see detail from the doorway but it looks like an apothecary office by scent and the sight of a few bottles and the like. There’s a table in the back with a very low glowing incense stick of some kind and a small statue she needs to get closer to really get detail on.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 21:50:57 GMT
Johanna crept closer to the statue as quickly as she could. She needed to learn more about the incense and the statue because she was almost sure there was something strange going on.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 22:03:24 GMT
The statue is about six inches tall and depicts an old man stopped over with a cloak thrown over his head and a little staff. The incense is purplish in color and smells like it’s got sage and rosemary added to it. There’s another chest in the corner with a cheap lock on it. It’s too dark to read the books even if she opened them.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 22:04:38 GMT
Joanna knew there was nothing she could do about the statue or the books but she quickly opened the chest.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 22:12:36 GMT
She doesn’t have time to inspect the chest and as she goes to open it she heard clanging sound. It is apparently an alarm of some sort. Fortunately it wasn’t an actual trap. She doesn’t hear any reaction from upstairs. The chest is filled with clothes ranging from rich to poor, an unloaded pistol, a noble’s dagger, and some more of the bottles filled with some translucent liquid That has particles suspended in it.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 22:23:22 GMT
Johanna winced. She took one of the tiny bottles and slipped it in her bag, then closed the chest and went back to the room. She would make sure she shut the door on the way back as well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 22:28:43 GMT
She goes to head out and she sees the man sitting on the stairs across the way, watching her. “Not very polite,” he said. “Looking for a restroom?” He has a pistol in his left hand but it isn’t pointing at her. Yet.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 22:34:24 GMT
She made herself smile at him despite the way her heart thumped with fear. "Somethin' like that. A girl has to do some things alone, darlin'. Besides, I spend most of my time sleepin' in an alley." She walked closer to him and batted her eyelashes. "I'm ready now. Are you done with your business?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 22:37:07 GMT
He raised a hand casually to warn her to stop. “We both know the door was locked darlin’,” he drawled. “So it gets me wondering who you’re working for’d be interested in me and mine’s business.” He sits with his feet on the floor and the pistol facing at the ground between his knees. “Alley ain’t the worst place you can sleep, do believe me on that my dear.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 6, 2020 23:00:27 GMT
"I've slept in worse places," she said. "I ain't workin' for anyone. I came here because I wanted to. It was the incense that did it. I wanted to know what it was, that's all. Now how about you put that pistol away and we have some fun instead?"
She smiled seductively at him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 2:09:35 GMT
The man rubbed his stubble with his hand then shrugged. "Right," he said. He got up. "Well, guess the secret's out. Go on back in there and grab a bottle," he said. "May as well have a party. You can leave yer dress with me, I'll get the ladies to clean it up some," he added as an afterthought. "A lady should have the finer things in life."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 7, 2020 17:20:38 GMT
Johanna toyed with a lock of hair from her wig. She was honestly beginning to regret the entire incident. "That will cost more, sir. A poor harlot like me don't take her dress off with her cull. I ain't got much beside that dress, honestly. If one of your people tears it, well, you can imagine..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 17:42:06 GMT
He tossed two more silver coins at her. He seemed legitimately curious at her delaying now. Johanna heard the door open upstairs.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 7, 2020 17:46:14 GMT
She didn't want to go back into the room. She opened her satchel, pulled out the bottle she'd stolen and flung it at the man's face. Then she bolted for the door. She would run as fast as she could and get away if possible.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 18:07:19 GMT
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The small potion smacks the man in the face but doesn’t break. “Fuck!” He cursed as it smacked him on the right cheekbone. She dodged past him and sprinted up the stairs and surprisingly she didn’t hear a shot. The upstairs room has one of the men from earlier who had left and he heard his friend curse downstairs. He’s right between her and the door and he seems less friendly than his friend. He has a cleaver in his hand and a pistol at his belt and looks much more willing to use it.
“Stop right there!” He commanded.
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