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(closed) But some parties you just don't want to be a part of.

Who: Gaius (

deceptions), Bernard (

myfairlily)
When: Ambiguously Viola 14ish, give or take a day or two
Where: Ambiguously somewhere in Caissa
What: Lost item fetchquest for Koon, making Bernard's nickname canon.
Rating: Nothing exceptional. Rated S for Stupid.

[And that was when Gaius turned to Koon and said...]

Listen. All I'm saying is that I'm not sure about the thing this place has fo-

[And that was when one of the monkeys he was poised to question swept by them carrying that one thing they were looking for! The sudden segue into a chase was...well, a sudden segue. However, the chase ended as abruptly as it started; the monkey was on top of a building. A rather large one.]

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[Meanwhile, at a different time, in a different place, Gaius turned to Bernard (who he didn't know besides 'some guy with ears - surprisingly popular - who also seems to be pulled into this same shit he was in given the outfit') and then turned away.

Then turned back to him, having thought twice about it.] What I don't get is why all of the monkeys.

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Suit yourself, then -

[ Monkeys. Koon misses his old reflexes and speed the moment he realizes that there's no way either of them can catch up to this monkey. Expression twisting into a frown. ] Oh, come on.

You don't happen to know how to climb, do you?

Even if I said I didn't we both know how this'll end up. Hold this for a sec, will you?

[It's a don- wait, where did the donut come fr- does it matter? Hold the donut, Koon.

Meanwhile, as the monkey eeps while playing with that one thing they really need to get while dancing way up above, Gaius is reaching for...that one thing that isn't on his person anymore because they woke up naked.]

Crivens. I'm ready to climb. Ready to run if it bolts?

[Nothing in the way of a rope or net or anything to chuck at the monkey, either. He's gesturing for the donut back. If it's successfully returned he'll stuff it in his mouth. If not, he'll be sad. If Koon ate it, Koon's an ass.]

[ Koon Aguero Agnis definitely doesn't hold things for people on a regular basis, but when there's a monkey and a possible chase scene involved, he holds the donut. Bonus points, because it's with a thief he's befriended and that's definitely seeing its uses now. He doesn't eat it, he's better than to eat something someone's already taken a bite of (princess).

But at least that lets him hand the donut back, taking back a couple of steps to keep the monkey within view (and his options to run after it open). ] Yeah.

Have fun.

When don't I? [Very frequently, but they both know that. The donut, with a shrug on Gaius' part, promptly gets shoved into his mouth and he says something muffled, a mfmrr, but it's lost in donut.

And up he goes. He's like a fucking monkey himself, the way he scurries up that wall. He's clearly done this so many times his brain's threatening to drain out of his ears and puddle against the ground.

But that was when it happened.]

[Well, somethings.

The building was two and a half floors tall. A split level entry, probably, but it didn't matter. Gaius had managed to clear the first story and was working his way up the second when the monkey decided to book it-]

Hey!

[-and the inhabitants of the building noticed that a ginger 'hero' was climbing to their roof for some reason? Well, they didn't know he was ginger but they saw his leg flailing. One thing led to another-]

[And a few moments later he was staggering out of a fortutiously placed snowdrift which he had whomped into viciously moments ago. But he was used to this.]

I'm fine! Which way?!

[And he'd run after Koon if Koon was in the process of booking it after monkey, but it's like that question you ask as you do a thing.

Monkey was going down, now.

(And there's some screaming from the building. It'll get cleared up later.)]

[ Koon's only known the guy for a week and he's pretty sure there's been a number of "unfun" moments. He simply raises both eyebrows at the muffled donut noises, and instead opts for keeping blue eyes on the ginger as he nimbly climbs.

If Koon ever doubted Gaius was a thief, he sure isn't now.

But then the monkey's moving and Koon bursts into action - ] Go around the other way!

[ At most there's a split second glance back to double check Gaius hasn't died, and once that's been confirmed (sort of, it's more the "I'm fine!" that sets it in stone), Koon's running. Past all the crowds of people who seem to want to stop and stare at the fair-haired Hero.

Koon grits his teeth - they need to move, damn it. ]

On it!

[Gods, everyone seemed like they were out today. He went the other way, running past startled crowds of strangers, a few of whom shouted encouraging things like, "Get those Noir, hero!" and "We're cheering you on, hero!" There was a decent chance that later on the two of them would be the subject of some random low key rumors that died as quickly as they sprouted up about some kind of dire hero training later.

But that was later.

Now, he ran. And then managed to get around via the other way just in time to see-]

Gods.

[The monkey swinging into some sketchy old abandoned warehouse by the side of something or another. Not so sketch that they'd risk getting killed five steps in, but sketch enough that it was definitely abandoned...at least for the time being.

Sigh. They just needed to get the Thing, right? Right.

...

Sup on your end, Koon.]

[ And if the sudden cheers turn into startled gasps as Koon shoves one of the innocent bystanders for being in his way, he's also probably a contributing factor to the endless rumour mill. ]

Shit. [ Around the same time as he rounds on the other side of the warehouse-thing. Let's say the monkey went in through one of the side windows in plain view from both ends. Koon can just barely make out Gaius' bright orange mop (similar to his own light-blue, he imagines, the perks (and downfalls) of having fair hair).

He trusts that his current comrade-in-arms can see him, and slumps his shoulder dramatically, running his fingers through the light blue. What a pain. The same hand eventually makes a series of hand motions, mostly pointing, that spells out "we'll flank it from either sides."

Then he makes a "thumbs up" on his end to make sure Gaius got it. ]

[He squints at the figure before assuming it's Koon - how many blue-haired individuals would be waving frantically at him while wearing white and heading in a monkey direction? Exactly.

They're probably part of the reason why the guards and townsfolk end up so pissed off at them, aren't they. Aren't they? Well. They committed.

Koon gets a deliberate wave as well, and then he gives the other guy a thumbs up before turning towards the warehouse in question and entering from his side. And then pausing, because gosh, it's kind of dark in there. Musty. There's sunlight, but it's filtered through boards and beams and things of that kind. Old furniture. Older crates. Unbeknownst to Gaius, the warehouse was currently stuck in legal limbo as two parties tried to arrange to sell it, which is why it was so neglected. There's also the chittering of a monkey echoing, eerie and high pitched.

This is like some horror movie shit, except replace zombies with monkeys.]

[ Sometimes, collateral damage is necessary for the greater good.

But Koon sees the wave (and less of the thumbs up, maybe that was a bad idea), and disappears around the corner to enter the building too. He doesn't quite stop until he's up against some boxes though, and only then will he be studying his surroundings.

Hm.

Well, there's the monkey at least. Koon takes a moment to gather himself (he'd never admit it, but it's sorta creepy in here), and starts following the sound of the noise.

He can only hope Gaius is doing the same. ]

[Eep, eep.

It echoed creepily in the building as he crept as silently as a thief who was going to relieve a target of th- don't judge him. This is like the sort of story which ends with the punchline of 'and they all vanished mysteriously.' Then he realized something.

He realized that there was actually more than one monkey in this warehouse. He realized it because Monkey #2 threw something at him and the good news was that it also looked stolen (and, thus, worth something) and didn't hit him anywhere too important, but the bad news was that there's at least two monkeys in the warehouse.]

Cripes! [Ow.] Koon?

[The eep eep intensified.] There's another one.

[Bernard, meanwhile, doesn't know this guy from a tree, all things considered; but he has a birdy Carrier and now that he's actually addressing him -- well, his voice is a wee bit familiar. There was that one memorable conversation about footwear...

So, here and now, in this ambiguous location possibly populated with either monkeys, pungent monkey leftovers or whatever other manner of festival leftovers, he tilts his head in return. Pulls a face that he will definitely deny making later.]

Judging by the way they can't even make up their minds whether they like us or not-- [are we going for the grumpy guards angle, what kind of popularity are we talking at this point] --maybe it's a way to weed out the weak.

[He's not going to be weeded, but he is seriously going to need to cover his nose with something at this rate.]

[Let's go with the guards not liking them, yes. And let's assume that this is some monkey poo encrusted shitshow of a festival site that they're standing in.

In fact. Let's assume they were also told to find a relatively cheap necklace and a couple of other items that's somewhere in this monkey poo encrusted shitshow of a festival site. They have compatible jobs that led them to stand in the same place at the same time and nod to each other while going monkeys, why. And he'd bail (can't speak for Bernard, but he would) but then he knows the suspiciously staring guards would probably give him shit (much like the monkey poo encrusted shitshow of a festival site) if he doesn't emerge triumphant with a necklace.]

Maybe they'd be better off putting the monkeys to some better use. [Fighting a war for 'em.] What army would want to invade some godsforsaken place like this, huh?

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