That little bastard! He took my gold-pouch!

Triella went tearing after the little homeless kid, shoving several people trying to get to noisy merchants offering fantastically overpriced wares. She'd come ehre to FINALLY pick up an axe...and an urchin stole her gold! Was the universe TRYING to piss her off!? Or was LaPlace playing a ridiculously stupid joke!?

"I'm gonna find that kid...wring his neck....after eating his flesh....making him drink his own piss...I'll burn his....face...." She kept pausing in between words when squeezing through the crowd. somewhere Robyn was nearby, she'd probably be like a hunting hound and track him faster than any living creature could. Or get confused and follow in the wake of angry people behind Triella.

Either way, that kid was in a world of hurt when Triella caught him. He'd be HER play toy, not Robyn's. They'd play with him for a week at least, hopefully longer. Or maybe turn him into their own little gold-snatcher...

Alice-Mommy was gone! Robyn made an 'oh' of surprise with her mouth as she considered the implications of a vanishing Alice-Mommy. Either Alice-Mommy was a figment (who had fooled all the other figments) or Alice-Mommy was magical. After playing rock-paper-deadly punchy attack of doom- with herself for a few moments, Robyn knew which one she wanted to bet on. Alice-Mommy was magical and thus could do magical, magical things that only magic people did. Becuz magic was magical.

Yeah... no wait, vut?

Annnnyways, Robyn-rin had to go find Alice-Mommy! Even figments got lost sometimes, and Alice-Mommy certainly wasn't an exception to the rule of losty-findies which indicated that something lost must become something found before someone else found that which was lost making it their findy. Alice-Mommy was her findy and her findy alone. If anyone else tried to take Alice-Mommy away Robyn-rin would gnaw on their bones and bathe in their blood and then play doctor with them and then tell them where exactly in life they had taken the wrong path and all sorts of good leetle acts that good leetle people did.

So off Robyn-rin went to go look for Alice-Mommy. First she found some random people lying on the ground, moaning. She gave them some water and then shoved them out of the way because they were messing with her ability to find Alice-Mommy! Ooooo... those darn not Alice-Mommy people! Always getting in her and Alice-Mommy's way!

He always was just in her sight-range. Like it was his own little demented game. Maybe she'd rip out one of his eyes and feed it to him, replace it with fish-hooks or something barbed. Triella shuddered at the joy of inflicting a fairly long-period of a never-ending nightmare on this thief. The only sad thing was that it would end much to soon when his flesh expired.

He turned down and alleyway and Triella slammed into the wall, bouncing off and stumbling down the alley. She had braced for the blow, so was onl bruised a bit than anything else. He got a lead enough so that he crawled over a brick-wall in the middle by climbing along some windowsills and trashcans.

"Little monkey bastard!"

She jumped up to of the sills and dragged herself over, cursing as a chunk of her grey cloak ripped off. It could at least serve as a pointer in her direction if Robyn was following her.

Robyn put on her detective hat. Not literally of course, Robyn owned no hats (or shoes for that matter) and thus couldn't very well put on a *real* detective hat but she could definitely make a good go at it with a fake one. It wasn't a fake-fake-fake, just imaginary which was better than a fake-fake-fake because those kinds of things were heavily frowned upon and/or laughed at. And Robyn didn't feel like being laughed at today. She had just lost her Alice-Mommy! She needed some compassion and some feelings! Not some... not some crudstunk that someone had thought up on the spot to make her feel even worse than she felt now.

Come to think of it, she didn't feel all -that- bad. She felt... almost liberated. Quasi-liberated. Very free.

Something like that. There was an exhilaration that accompanied becoming a detective. She had to search for clues, find out where Alice-Mommy had gone and then save the day by putting on her super-Robyn hat and then blasting off to defeat meanie-poohs for meanie-poohs were undoubtedly the most dangerous things to ever grace the green earth of the greensies.

Yar. She had found a clue! An important clue! Some hair! It was dark... and fine... and could be Alice-Mommy's. Then again, it could be lots an' lots an' lots o' people's hair. Robyn considered this fact. Naaaah. That couldn't be. Alice-Mommy had very particular hair and she was sure... sniffing and searching the young undead detective made her way towards Alice-Mommy.

Landing heavily she kept running and turned left. Just in time to take a fist to the face and let the world go black.

She woke up, not entirely certain how much later, being tied up by a particularly large ogre-like being. She seen the little kid, who turned out to be a hobbit, and another small gaggle of humans. all of them looked like normal city-scum, but what was the whole ambush about?

"We know what you did to find Santa..."

What were they talking about? The visits to the hobbit town maybe?...that'd explain why the hobbit was missing his left ear with bites marks. If you do a job, make sure you finish it or it will come back and bit you in the ass. that's what Triella frequently told Robyn, maybe she should lsiten to her own advice sometime.

"So what? Are ya gonna try and be all big and bad? I warn ya, there's a psychotic undead monster looking for me. She won't be too happy if Alice-mommy gets hurt..."

There was a strangeness to the air. Vaudeux tore his way up the street. It was too dark and presences eminent for his liking. But he couldn’t help but taste, with his tongue, a vague familiarity that was so crisp in the air like a tight winter’s breeze. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, as he marching up the cobbled path, but he could feel its presence like a close friend. It followed him like a shadow, into the alley’s, into the ways were he could cut and splice his footfalls for a more linear path - for a shortcut to his destination. He turned the next corner, the glorious tails of his cloak flapping in his wake. If the moon was uncovered it would have glimmered like thousands of shimmering stars. The cloak the endless, dark void, with the soft material threading in what would be the distant shimmering galaxies.

His tanned digits tufted the garment ever close, afraid of the proverbial shadow to capture it’s loins. He swept up the allies with a gait that suggested as if he was being chased. Drifting back into a child-like state of fear, he avoided his thoughts, if only to not be caught up in his being, and the senses that frightened him so. Exiting the alley, he found himself under the watchful eye of an overhanging torch. It winked down at him a reassuring wink. His element was always so beautiful and comforting, like the tomes of his reflection, a part of him that would be his real, true source of comfort. Then, when he turned, he caught the tail end of a skirting bandit, snickering gleefully over his night’s score.

So that is it then, Thought the Ainur, glaring off at the dancing silhouette as it disappeared into the distance. My past thievery was one to stalk me into my night’s plights. He smirked handsomely to himself, now craving the sweetest of apples. A fruit he had always fount easiest to pilfer.

With a bellow the ogre-like creature swung a tree sized club in a downward motion, stepping to the right with a wide swing, Triella avoided this. One of the humans raised a crude, wooden buckler in defense, only for her weapon to chop it in half, and cleave through his arm.

With a slight hop she mounted the giant club and ran down its length before bringing her axe down on top of the ogre's skull, killing him instantly. The giant body wavered for a moment, refusing to die before toppling backwards with a loud thump.

Spinning on her foot, she managed to deflected a dagger aimed at her lung into jsut grazing her waist before the bloodied axe blade thumped into the hobbit's skull...