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Who: Briggid and ??? Join her, intervene, watch and take notes?
When: Around the first week of the month
Where: Wealthy districts of Lasker
What: Briggid decides to play Robin Hood. Because that didn't result in a mutiny last time or anything.
Rating: PG

[Every night for the past week or so, Briggid has been out and about in the wealthy districts of Lasker. You might not recognize her, though. Not in the cheap, shabby clothes, the hooded jacket, or the actually quite good quality knife she's using to mug the wealthy, with that well-worn phrase: ]

Your money or your life.

[She wouldn't actually, mind. She's not that terrible. But she can't stand the thought of having let hundreds of refugees die in favor of a man who seems flagrantly awful. Being congratulated by the rich people she rescued makes her fingers itch, and she can't blame the poorer residents for glaring at her when she walks past. So she'll slake her frustration by taking from the rich and giving to the refugee charities. Not Ryder himself, nor the other VIPs with the vicious bodyguards, but certainly some of the VIPs from the train are going to have less money after this week.
So you're liable to find her either mugging someone or slinking off to a charity, or possibly, on her way back to the Hall of Glory after a long night of wealth redistribution.]

[ooc: RIGHTEOUS CAUSE OR NOT... Briggid's little enterprise here is liable to result in ill-feelings from VIPs and their underlings, possible higher taxes to make up for the money they're losing, and charities suspiciously investigating who this mystery mugger is. So you know. Happy times.]

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*The pair of nobles step back in horror that such tragedy could befall them. And they would be all ready to hand over whatever valuable they had if not for one loud noise. With all the grace and subtle nature of a bowling ball dropping from a nearby roof... was a pink haired little girl.*

*One Briggid has met before. And naturally runs up to the nobles.*

Oh Em Ge, your gown is lovely tonight ma'am. Now, please, go the other way back to the party and contact the local authorities.

*Lola turned to face Briggid, trying to be all cool, and casual, and not at all like this is the first time she's done this. Worse thanks to Briggid's shabby clothes Lola doesn't even try to recognize her.*

I'll keep her here.

*Get ready to kick butt...*

[Well. He's not gonna stop a mugging. But he definitely recognizes that gait and this hooded figure is sround the right height... So he'll just be waiting for her in her escape alley, sitting on a barrel.

Noooot gonna say anything, but his sure is him shrugging as if to say what is he going to do with her.]

[...Dragon's blood, not now. Not that. Briggid is entirely surprised that one of her fellow 'heroes' is getting in the way, since she might do that too. But it's a pain in the ass.

Worse, it's that shoe girl, Lola? Great. And there go the nobs, legging it in the opposite direction.]

Dammit, you're in my way.

[She says it as a hiss, but it's not like she's practiced at disguising her voice. Briggid's never been religious, so she's just hoping as hard as she can that Lola won't make a giant scene of this.]

[A clean getaway...! almost. Briggid definitely recognizes that figure in the alleyway, and what the hell is a fop like him lurking around dark alleys for?

She slows down, not putting her knife away, watching him warily as she moves past. Is he going to stop her, or will he let her by? If it's the latter, she'll keep her mouth shut--she'd rather not betray herself by talking first.]

I-I don't normally do this, but I'm suppose to get in your way.

They're innocent people.

I'm a hero.

And you're a criminal.

*Lola looks to be doing the math that she is doing this right, innocent people being attacked by criminals is bad, and just because they failed the train of refugees didn't mean all the noble people needed to suffer. They certainly couldn't let crime run rampant, it'd make the heroes look worse!*

I don't want to fight you, but I can't let you go around attacking people.

Isn't this a little dirty, even for you? It's not as if they have the ability to fight back.

[Picking on the weak... That's low right there Briggid.]

[Well yes, technically, they are probably innocent. But they're innocent with money, see, that's the distinction.]

Relax. I wouldn't have actually stabbed them. [though she says that sotto voce; she doesn't want everyone knowing it or this won't work.] Just because it's illegal doesn't always make it wrong.

[Oh okay so he's going to be a nosy bastard. She'll humor him.]

They'll live. Not everyone can say the same. [There's a p clear UNLIKE THE PEOPLE ON THE REFUGEE TRAIN subtext.] Is lurking in dark alleys your hobby?

[as a criminal himself, Kaito was well aware that he had no moral high ground when it came to stopping a theft. there was even a small part of him that admired some of his fellow thieves-- those who turned their heists into performances, or those who adhered to a strict moral code or standard of art while performing. because of this, he wasn't usually the type to step in and halt a theft-in-progress. it wasn't his job, after all]

[but a mugging?]

[there was no finesse, no art, no beauty in one of those. and his appreciation for life and his will to preserve it outweighed his admiration for the art of crime]

C'mon now. That's a li'l barbaric, don't you think?

[his voice is smooth, and it comes somewhere from behind Briggid, where he stands with both eyebrows raised and both hands resting deceptively in his pockets]

If you're that desperate for money, you could've just asked.

*Sadly that 'it isn't always wrong' outlook just feels a bit too like Noirian thinking for Lola's taste.*

This feels pretty wrong to me, threatening people, stealing. They don't deserve this. And you don't deserve their stuff!

*A ball of swirling pink and green energy starts to form in Lola's right hand as she moves her fingers. Probably a bad thing to have a run-in with.*

So are you going to give up or am I going to have to make you?

About as much as deflection's yours.

[So yes??? Slipping off his barrel lightly.]

You know I've been hearing some rumors.

[Briggid frowns at that glowing ball of energy, but she restrains her instinct to step back. She's not interested in being chased off so easily.]

I'm not keeping it. Those "very important people" will have more after I rob them than the refugees in this city do. It's not even balancing it out.

[SHE'S AN ARCHER SHE HAS VERY HIGH DODGE]

Have you.

[the embodiment of totally interested here]

[Briggid tenses at the voice behind her and turns her head enough to see. Hands in his pockets? Hands on a blackjack, or worse. She carefully shifts so that she's standing side-on to him, the better to keep an eye both on him and her would-be victims.]

It's not for me. Go away.

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*Give her a moment. She's trying to figure out what you just said.*

...You think because they have money, you can just do what you want to them!?

*Lola was aware that the refugees needed help, and that the elite could do something. But... attacking them, putting them through that? Some of her best friends were rich and would definitely help if they were asked. Maybe Lola was naive, no, she definitely was. But here she feels confident she's on the right side.*

*So she'll just launch a ball of exploding ear splitting sound at Briggid's stupid thief head! Loud ear splitting screaming to anyone inside it when it goes off.*

[he doesn't move when she does, though his gaze does flicker from her to the cowering victims and back again]

Ah, s'that so?

[he inclines his head to the side slightly]

Are you sure the recipient of your gift will appreciate the means with which you obtained it? Or. . . do you plan on keeping that part a secret?

[It's okay he's skilled in being a blunt fuck THEY EVEN OUT]

Yeah. About an idiot trying to change the status quo by doing the most damage to the situation possible.

[LOOKING AT U BRIGGID]

You sort of fit the description.

[She has enough wherewithal not to accidentally stab herself in the ear trying to shut the noise out as she backpedals out of the ball of it, CRIMINY, OW, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT LOLA.]

THEY'LL BE FINE! AND WHERE DID THEY GET THEIR MONEY, ASK YOURSELF THAT!

[because in her world most rich people get that way by taking from other people, just because it has steam power doesn't make Blanc any different okay]

[ugggggh he's not going away. She glares at the still-cowering victims, are they stupid enough to still be here? She'd have attacked by now if she wasn't going to run. and she obviously can't proceed with the mugging with flipping Socrates here, if her world had Socrates.

~~there's no Socrates~~]

Watching to see who wins the debate? Get back to your mansions, or wherever it is you were going. [back to whathisface busybody.] Brilliant deduction. You shouldn't boast about charity, anyway.

[willing or not.]

[between both of them they'll bludgeon the realms of irony and debate into submission]

I'm sure your rumors paint me as a ruthless murderer, but I haven't hurt anyone. I don't even cut the strings on their purses.

No, you just put the paranoia in their hearts.

[WHICH ONE LEADS TO WORSE THINGS?]

The dead can't hurt you. [Only the living.] --Who do you think these nobles are going to blame? Heroes?

[Or a much lower hanging fruit. Like the refugees.]

[. . . ah. a flicker of surprise crosses his expression, almost as though he hadn't expected her to let the mugging victims escape so easily. he watches them dart off into the night, muttering "thank yous" at the hero who saved them, before he speaks again]

Y'know, whether you intend to follow through or not, most people don't appreciate having their lives threatened.

[he narrows his gaze and studies this figure carefully. from a distance, of course]

I can appreciate a li'l bit of Robin Hooding, if that was your goal, but you're picking the wrong way to go about things, here.

*One of the many benefits of being a Rook.*

...Some of them probably have always had money, and others worked hard to get money whatever way they could.

*Lola's not one to jump to criminal moneymaking schemes. Even if she has actively been a part of one. But there isn't an internet here so you can't possibly make lots of money with naked photos.*

[Briggid grimaces behind her hood.]

You think I should roam the streets with a tin can asking for their donations, then? I don't know who or what Robin Hood is, but what people want to spare and what they can spare are two different things.

[on the one hand: screw them they can cower in fear for a change like everyone else.

on the other hand: shit.]

Just like home. [bitter bitter bitter] So what's your idea, a public confession? Might as well be hated by everyone.

[she's pissy but ngl she's considering it, if anything bad starts happening to refugees cause of this.]

[Ugh, good, the ringing has stopped. Briggid sticks a finger in her ear and wiggles it, no point in bothering with the hood now that she's screamed her lungs out.]

Try that again and you'll be sorry. [ugh. well... technically speaking... her own family is monied, it's true. she might have robbed them if they'd ever run into each other on the sea.] Talking now. All right, some of them might not deserve it, but: they have ways to cope. The refugees don't. This isn't for me.

Briggid!?

*No more hood, and shouting, and now Lola can actually see who you are. Lola looks even more betrayed and hurt this is a hero she's dealing with, not some... common street thug!*

So this is how you spend your time off!? And there are better ways to help, better not doing criminal things ways!

*Not that Lola has done anything yet, she's been busy! And... she's not quite sure what to wear to refugee slums.*

My idea is you play this right. [...] You can gain a lot more by giving people what they want than stealing from them Briggid. And what they want is an hero.

[SAYS THE GUY CURRENTLY ON THE RUN or. Something. Idfk. BUT LET'S SAY HE SURE AS SHIT ISN'T IN GOOD GRACES.]

[his mouth twists into an amused grin]

I was thinking of something a li'l more subtle than either mugging or begging, honestly. Something that won't cause an outbreak of fear and nasty rumors.

Pick pocketing, for instance.

[just. staring. YOU'RE LIVING IN THE NYBG GREENHOUSE THROWING BOULDERS ZELOS.]

As though either of us are anything like heroic. [ugh. what do people want, anyway? besides money. it's a lot easier to give money than like... whatever... heroes give, inspiration or morale or something.] So what, I should put on the uniform and persuade them nicely?

[seriously zelos just try to imagine her doing that. please. try it.]

[If the situation were different, Briggid would laugh. Criminal things ways.]

If doing it this way means getting interrupted and attacked by misplaced do-gooders, I'll listen to other ideas. But this gets me a lot further than rattling a tin cup.

[Okay, now that sounds more promising.]

That would get less attention. Make people less suspicious of the donations, too... [She's noticed getting a bit of the fisheye from some of the charities lately as the news of a mugger in the rich districts continues.

Too bad she never learned the skill from the army thief.] They'd still notice. But pickpocketing is quiet, normal crime.

[LOOK. HE MAY HAVE-- ....I can't even defend this fucking hypocrisy really. But anywho...]

That would be the idea. [He crosses his arms.] Don't you ever get tired of demanding the world work the way you want it to rather than the way it does?

[Seems stressful. He's just saying. But...]

Run an archery contest, stupid.

Bingo! Now you're getting it. There's a time and a place to shove yourself in the spotlight, right?

[and she was right. pick pocketing is a quiet, normal crime]

Not that I would ever condone crime, of course. No matter what the reason.

[the way he says that is almost wryly sarcastic]

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