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Post by Gaius Aurelius Artifex on Jan 1, 2020 2:05:38 GMT
He leaned against a wall and observed the passerby. Having finished his patrols for the day he was free to do as he pleased with his time. Usually that meant going to a bar and getting drunk as quickly as possible, but today was just a little bit different. Gaius was lost in his own thoughts, recalling what had just happened. On his last patrol he had run into a mother with her child who had just been robbed. The stolen items in question where nothing major as it turned out. Just a linen bag with some groceries in it, yet to the mother reacted as if she had been robbed of her most valuable possessions. These sorts of grab and dash robberies were all too common in the Wharf. The streets were narrower compared to the other cities and often more crowded as a result, furthermore, once one managed to get out beyond the walls and into the fishing hamlet, many Enforcers gave up the pursuit or failed to track the thief further into the huts by the beach. Often times it wasn't even the rich getting robbed. Sure, sometimes a golden pocket watch got yanked from someone's hands, but Gaius saw people part with their lower value possessions far more often. The thieves and robbers of the Wharf did not steal to get rich, but to get by.
Gaius gave chase rather eagerly in this case. His shift was ending as it is and truth be told he had had little excitement or fun for the whole day and he saw this minor robbery as an opportunity to make up for that. Perhaps he could end the day on a high note after all.
As if to reward his enthusiasm the thief in question, after noticing the Enforcer after him stopped once he had some room right on a corner where the street got a bit wider. Perhaps fueled by a mix of adrenaline and fear he tried to draw his weapon, a simple shortsword, presumably with the intent to scare Gaius away or injure him enough that the Enforcer could not pursue him further. "S-Stop I'm warni-" is all the thief managed to say before being silenced. His sword had not even cleared its leather sheathe before the thief had a shield rammed into his jaw, the strike powered both by Gaius's sprint and the subsequent tackle into the criminal. Whatever fight had been in the thief left him, as did his consciousness. After making sure the criminal was still alive and procuring the assistance of a nearby patrolling Enforcer to see the man carried off, Gaius made his way back to the mother who had been robbed, her bag in tow with him. He'd be lying if he said that the gratitude and praise he received once he delivered the stolen goods to their rightful owner, didn't produce an amazing feeling. Both mother and child shared the reaction and Gaius was even offered something from the bag, a piece of cheese by the looks of it as a thank you. He politely refused, assuring the two that he needed no compensation and that their words were thanks enough.
Those were the good bits of being an Enforcer. A healthy mix of gratitude, adoration, praise, doing good and the chance to knock out a few teeth of those who deserved so. Of course Gaius would have preferred if his thief had been more of a fighter and they had at least the chance for a proper exchange of blows, but he'd take what he could without complaining. If every day were like this one he could perhaps get used to this job after all. He eyed the streets for a few more moments, secretly hoping to be given a second chance at flexing his muscles. He was getting thirsty now and would be making up his mind on if he was going to get a drink or go home any moment now.
Still, he couldn't help himself but bask a moment longer in what a good feeling his job managed to leave in him for a change. It was an unusual bright day for the Wharf as well. Gaius had gotten used to clouds dimming the sky by the time he was done with work, but today the sun was still shining unobstructed, illuminating the white streets of the city. He did have his set of favourite bars around the city, but right now he was leaning against one he didn't usually frequent, mostly because it was the closest one at hand. It was right at the outskirts of the commercial area of the city, a bit away from all the other shops and bars. Streets were a bit wider here, and they only seemed to grow as the mass of people going about their day grew smaller, becoming a trickle over time. You could still vaguely hear merchants shouting about their wares and bragging about their low prices, but even those sounds became infrequent. From where Gaius was standing he could just about make out the Lighthouse atop of the cliff which served as the bulwark of the city. These were the streets and sights he grew up with, and becoming immersed in the scenery certainly contributed to his mood. He let out a sigh of content.
Post by Riina de Bastille on Jan 2, 2020 17:58:38 GMT
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Gee, if life didn't have its own bitter circles. Repeating the past in cycles that might've made Riina laugh at the sheer stupidity of it all, if she wasn't inherently a cynnical little kitten. Standing in the backroom of a bar that she did not know, with an apron wrapped around her waist and tightened around her neck, she was doing the dishes for another sleazy I will pay you the bare minimum. Even less if you break something, kind of fleabag that tended to run these places. A person so enamored with their own greed that Riina would've rubbed the skin entirely off of her hands before earning enough to buy herself something which would have even remote long term value. Fortunately, Riina only needed to earn a little. In fact, the girl didn't really need to earn anything. Given that the enforcers had taken her in, temporarily, she was given a place to sleep and some mediocre meals at the station. Nothing too great, but for the little work she had to do for them, she could live with it temporarily. In earnest, working in the bar behind the scenes was a little more her though. Standing in line with the enforcers versus being part of the organic city, learning all the secrets, all the dark corners... Riina knew which side of that conflict she would pick, any day of the week.
Hanging up the apron, the girl walked out from the back stages quietly, stretching and begrudingly letting the owner know that she had completed cleaning - and that nothing had been destroyed, gone missing or the like. Because, of course, Riina looked like she was one to steal whatever she could get her hands on. The owner went out into the back, looking through the work. A few moments passed, before he came back out with a small pouch of coin. About to explain why Riina was being deducated a little in her pay, the girl immediately shook her head from side to side. "Look, pal, I know how this crap works. You're trying to breach the agreement we had. You can either pay up for honest work done, or I can get you in trouble with the enforcers for unlawfully running your shithole of a business." The owner began arguing back, as the two of them began raising their voices, Riina being adamant that the work she had done as was per their agreement...
As the door to the outside opened, someone entering, the voices of Riina & the owner could be heard well enough outside. Then the owner, in a fit of rage, picked up on the glasses which Riina had just spent time cleaning, threw back his shoulder and hurled it at her face with his full might. Narrowly dodging to the side, the glass torpedoed past Riina, nicking the tip of her ear and drawing a singular drop of blood. It smashed against the woodwork right besides the door. A smirk errupted on Riina's face, as she cracked her knuckles, fists tightening. "So not only are you going to deny me my pay, you're also going to attack me?... Well, then, I suppose you're in for trouble!" There was no doubt about it. From Riina's demeanor and the atmosphere in the room, she was mere moments from stepping ahead and ramming her fist so deep into his face that he'd regret ever crossing her. He should've just paid her as he promised, the fat sleazy cuck.
Riina was wearing a pair of enforcer's boots, going up to just below her knee, with a zipper along the side to make certain that the boots would not randomly come undone. Aside from that, her apparel was, to put it mildly, disorderly. The garments was a singular dress that she had frankenstein'd together from several other dresses. Mainly childrens dresses. The raven black hair was long and mostly unkempt, yet clearly washed at least once a day. Swinging playfully side to side, visible to any who entered, was her tail. It had a light bend at the tip, as if the girl was playfully preparing to pounce. Atop of her head, pointed directly forwards at her prey, were two large cat ears. Currently, the girl seemed to pay very little attention to anything that might enter behind her. Very much a feline in hunting mode.
Post by Gaius Aurelius Artifex on Jan 2, 2020 19:55:16 GMT
As the moment of bliss and content passed him, Gaius decided to move. There wasn't much point in spending the rest of his day on a street corner after all. Following the same sort of logic, he decided that he wouldn't be going home either. The day had been a pleasant one, may as well celebrate it with a drink or two. He didn't have the slightest idea about the reputation of the establishment he was about to enter, but as long as they had alcohol he'd walk away drunk and presumably satisfied. Even before he managed to set foot into the bar however, the commotion coming from the inside made him think that things would play out a little differently than he envisioned. Gaius smirked. Beyond the door awaited him booze or a brawl, and he was looking forward to either.
The moment he entered he was taken aback. It wasn't so much the interior that surprised him, in fact it was very much what he expected. Cheap, run down, dimly lit and a bit dirty, filled with patrons to match. No, what surprised him was the fact that less than a second had passed since his entrance and there had already been a glass thrown his way. Observing the situation for a moment longer it became clear that the projectile hadn't been intended for him, though given how close it had gotten to hitting the Enforcer it might as well have been. The source of the ruckus and the reason for the thrown glass turned out the be the two loud voices Gaius had heard even before he had entered the bar. Taking a quick glance at the two, it looked like a dispute between the owner and an afflicted girl, based on the snippets of the argument he had heard most likely a worker at the bar. Gaius couldn't help himself but spare a thought for the girl's get up. It was little more than tatters held together by string. What did stand out to him however were the modified Enforcer boots. Were they donated? Stolen maybe? There were also her afflicted features, plain for everyone to see, a tail and a pair of ears. She was a kitty-cat. Gaius had to imagine that didn't make this situation any easier for her, he knew firsthand how viciously the nobles heckled him sometimes, never mind how lowborn commoners may treat an afflicted girl dressed in rags. Still she seemed to proudly display her features, almost like she was inviting trouble. Gaius himself never put in any particular effort to hide or showcase his feathers, most of the time they were hidden under his clothes though during combat they were bound to come on full display. Of course there was also the matter of his hawk-like eyes which were impossible to ignore once they were noticed.
With a confident a quick stride he approached the girl from behind. Gaius couldn't help but take note of the hushed whispers and glances he received from the other customers at the bar. With his weapons and armor he stood out like a sore thumb as is, but his Enforcer uniform only made him draw more attention to himself. He could see it plain on the faces of everyone, an Enforcer was both a common and unwelcome sight for them all at the same time. Still none of the patrons made any moves to stop him or even address him, as he passed by them they averted their gaze and pretended they did not see him. It caused the Enforcer to grin just a little bit. He liked those sorts of reactions, that was another aspect of being an Enforcer that he enjoyed. If people didn't respect him, they at least feared him.
An argument between a burly man and a petite girl wasn't what he came in for, it was a lot less straightforward than breaking up a classic bar fight, but duty demanded he step in, doubly so because the girl had already alluded to the idea of calling in an Enforcer. He expected the whole thing to remain a heated argument which he'd have to resolve by words, but in the same moment he had that thought he was also proven wrong. The girl had reached back, ready to throw a punch at the bar owner. Gaius let out a low laugh at that as he stepped in. He had to admit, the girl had spunk. Just before she let loose he reached her from behind and put his hand on her shoulder, firmly gripping it. Gaius whistled, sharply and loudly, in fact the sound itself was reminiscent of the cry of a hawk.
"Easy there missy, don't you think that sort of work is best left to an Enforcer?" he asked her in an almost playful manner while also making his station clear both to her and the owner. "Now, would you two kindly explain to me what's going on here?" he regarded both the owner and the girl as he spoke. Gaius had his mind made up already, but he still had to hear them out, after all the decision was ultimately up to the law and not him.
