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Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 18, 2011 12:33:05 GMT -5
The street was horrendously busy, but that was something Richard de Calys approved of as it provided him with an almost invisibility. He walked - no, strode through the crowd with all the airs and costume of a gentleman (which he was) but the morals and scruples of a felon (which he was). It was a city of idiots and fools, he had always thought, full of people who were just begging to be taking advantage of. Well, if they would insist...
Richard was on top form today. He'd already relieved several young ladies of their valubles and, perhaps his greatest acheivement all week, found himself a rather fetching hat. He was after all still a duke, even if he didn't have the riches to show for it. But he had his title and his reputation, and of course his wardrobe to prove to the world just how important he was.
Speaking of important, he spotted a young man walking towards him. He walked with the arrogance of man who clearly had too many possessions in the world and needed some assistance. Richard was perfectly happy to oblige. He started weaving in and out of the passers by, picking up a few extra trinkets, as he made his way towards his target. There must be something of interest in the man's pockets...
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 21, 2011 7:43:34 GMT -5
‘Can I help you with something milord?’, the young brunette raised her eyebrows seductively at him and licked her lips in a fashion most fitting to her whoring career. She was pretty, there was no doubt about that, large chocolate brown eyes and small delicate lips made her look like the innocent virgin that she so obviously wasn’t. She raised the hem of her dress slightly to show him her skinny ankles And it had been such a long time since Dristan had let a woman pleasure him. It must have been at least 7 hours! But she was nothing special. And she was obviously not the kind of high class whore that he as used to. The last woman he had paid for had been in France. It had been rumoured that the king of France had even chanced into her bed. Dristan had even managed to get a huge discount from her thanks to the huge assent he hid in his breeches. Now the woman stood in front of him was something different altogether, in comparison to the courtesan he had encountered in france she was a whole new world. Alys had been clean from the tips of her hair to the ends of her toes. She had not flashed an inch of skin until the bedroom door had been locked and she had been one of the most discreet women he had ever encountered. The woman standing in front of Dristan at this moment had dirt smeared on her exposed calf; Dristan fully expected that if he suggested having her right now up against the wall of this alleyway, she would fully consent. Alys would never have consented to that. The woman in front of Dristan now had no class. Dristan could easily entice a woman similar to her into his bed without having to pay for it. Besides, Dristan preferred the blonde haired, blue eyed type of money snatcher anyway.
‘No I’m fine thanks’, flashing her a charming smile he turned his back and walked out of the alleyway. Honestly! Having to pay to play with a woman like that was ludicrous. For ugly, smelly, poor men obviously she would be their only option, but not for Dristan.
Leaving the alleyway Dristan turned and walked confidently into the crowd. The picking of women today was fine. But Dristan suspected that if he really concentrated, it would be easy to find some lucky lady who would be only too happy to do him a favour for free later. It just depended on who she was. But Dristan wasn’t feeling too picky today, just as long as she was clean and took pride in her appearance he expected that anyone would do.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 21, 2011 12:29:10 GMT -5
The young nobleman was coming closer, and was apparantly unaware of Richard, or his intentions. But then why would he be? Richard had quickly learnt the art of the pickpocket, and prided himself that he was quite the expert in such matters. As he continued to walk towards the man, scanning his person to find where his purse was, it occurred to him that a few years ago he would feel sympathy for him. He was, after all, doing nothing wrong, he was simply wandering through the city. But Richard was a starving man, well, not exactly starving, but near enough. He needed whatever was in the man's purse more than he did.
It was not that long ago that Richard was able to wander so freely with a full purse. The fact that he was doing so right at that moment didn't count, because he'd earnt that money that day. His latest mark could hardly boast the same feat. Just one look at the man told Richard everything he needed to know about him: he had never done a hard day's work in his life, he had far more money than he knew what to do with and he knew how to dress well. Richard liked that, being someone himself who took pride in their appearance. Still, he needed money, so he approached the man with confidence and loose morals.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a bakery." He said to the man while quickly sliding his hand round, taking the purse and depositing it in a hidden pocket of his cloak that had been designed for just such a purpose. Sometimes it was just too easy.
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 22, 2011 14:27:42 GMT -5
Dristan was becoming bored, he had passed hordes of women and not one of them were suitable bed mates. The women he had passed were either too dirty, too smelly, too ugly or too ill. Most of the noble looking women he passed were suitable enough but Dristan wasn’t in the mood for a long wooing session today. The women behind the stalls looked attractive enough, but they were either busy or too old for any vigorous exercise. Dristan scanned the stalls he passed again. If a stall had two tenders then one of them could possibly sneak off. In the far corner of the courtyard he spotted one. An older lady with brown straggly hair was showing off her wares to the passers by whilst a younger looking dirty blonde woman sat beside her on a crate with a bored look on her face.
Ruffling his hand through his hair in a familiar gesture Dristan changed his course slightly and headed strait for the stall before he heard a voice, ’Excuse me I’m looking for a bakery’, the casual air of the man was the first thing that alerted Dristan that something wasn’t right. The second thing that alerted him was the slight pressure against his cloak that felt almost as if someone was brushing up against him. Dristan was a finely dressed nobleman, usually people addressed him as ‘My Lord’, some people even averted their eyes. People hardly anyone brushed up against him, even in the market place. The only time people did that was if they were trying to arouse him.
Dristan smiled comfortably and placed his hand on the mans arm and gripped it lightly, making sure that if the man attempted to run he would have a good enough hold. However he didn’t want to cause a scene and he was aware that for some people a situation like this was the line between eating and not eating.
‘The cook stall are back in that direction’, he pointed behind himself before continuing on smoothly, ’However I would appreciate it if you did return my purse to me, if youd like for me to pay for a meal all you have to do is ask’. [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 23, 2011 18:09:32 GMT -5
Damn. That hadn’t worked. He must be losing his touch. That was a depressing thought. Richard prided himself on his quick fingers but obviously that wasn’t good enough today. He looked down at the man’s hand on his arm, but didn’t try to break free; he probably wouldn’t be able to. While it was true that he was a gifted swordsman but he didn’t happen to have a sword on him, and he wasn’t any good at any other type of fighting so it was best if he just kept still. Besides, he was a thinker, not a fighter.
He grinned up at the man because he was forced to stand still, and he didn’t like not moving. A grin was doing something at least. Behind his hopefully convincingly naive exterior he was trying to decide how best to get himself out of the current situation and whether he could somehow leave with the man’s money. He was slightly confused by the man’s relaxed attitude towards him, but then he couldn’t complain. He had clearly chosen the right person to get caught by. If the situation was reversed Richard would certainly not be quite so calm.
He regarded the man’s words for a moment, and then decided he may as well take him up on his offer. He produced the purse from his pocket, which was slightly awkward as the man was still holding his arm and said “Well, if you insist. Seeing as you’re paying we might as well find something more...appropriate than a baker’s stall. Richard de Calys, by the way.” He tried to bow but it was hard to do so without one arm. “Duke of Cantia.”
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Jul 24, 2011 8:19:38 GMT -5
For a moment the man in front of him looked alarmed and slightly confused by the fact that he had gotten caught. Obviously this must not have been one of his best days for stealing rich mens purses. Not that Dristan had a large amount of money which he kept in his purse anyway. Although Dristan had almost tripled the money had had first taken from his fathers strongbox before leaving Camelot he hardly ever carried much of it in his purse. As a lone traveller he had soon realised that if he wasn’t more cunning about the way he handled and kept his money-outlaws did not care how noble you were if you travelled without an escort- then he would loose it. Therefore most of Dristan’s money was cleverly sewn tightly into small pockets in his cloak.
After the initial shock of capture, the purse thief’s face suddenly changed into a beam as he smiled at his captor. Dristan smiled back slightly but kept his light hold on the mans arm. As he still hadn’t made a move to return the purse, Dristan wasn’t going to take any chances on letting him go so easily. Although the purse did not hold much money, Dristan’s pride and number of bedmates were still at stake here, if he let this thief run away without retuning his purse then no woman would want to sleep with him for at least a week! Dristan was still perfectly calm though, he was slightly smaller than Dristan and he looked similar in age. There was something that Dristan could not quite pin point which singled him out from other pick pockets and thieves that Dristan had previously come across. It was as if this profession had not always been his life. Dristan could see it in the way that he was standing and in his general appearance. Although the clothes that the man wore obviously had peasantry origins; there was just something different about them.
After a moment the man moved, in a second of shock Dristan’s fingers twitched slightly as if to take better hold of the mans arm so that he would not be able to run away. Once he realised what he man had pulled from inside his cloak instead of tightening his hold he instead held out his free hand whilst at the same time he regarded the mans words with humour and could not help widening his smile slightly. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes- what had he now gotten himself into? ‘As I offered I suppose I could find somewhere better than a cook stall’ he answered to the mans comment.
At the mans next words he could not help raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise. So he was an impoverished nobleman. Although Dristan had guessed at higher origins he had not supposed that the man would have originated from a rank so high. Once he had taken back his purse he in turn bowed and returned the favour, ‘And I am Lord Dristan De Archer. Where did you have in mind for lunch?’
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 1, 2011 9:53:33 GMT -5
Gosh. Richard hadn't expected the man to be so hospitable, but then he was Richard de Calys and, really, should expect nothing less. Despite his lack of money - a temporary state that would soon be rectified - he was still the man's superior; he was still royalty and he was going to make sure it was known by all he came across.
He took amusement from the man's reaction at his revelation. Clearly he had not been expecting someone such as Richard to be stealing, it always amused him to tell people. There was a certain delight he took in surprising people, and, as he found out shortly after being forced into poverty, he was a very surprising person. No sooner had he lost his money than he had discovered that he was rather good at helping others lose theirs. Apart from at this moment in time of course, but he had managed to get a meal out of it so he was still doing quite well.
After Richard had returned the man's purse, his new acquaitance introduced himself. Hmm...a de Archer. He probably should've heard the name, but he was drawing a complete blank. He didn't much care of drawing blanks. He liked to think that he knew everyone important and everyone that could be useful to him. The new name was filed away, he would find a use for it later.
He had already decided that this Dristan de Archer would be useful to him, as long as Richard put a bit of work in first. In his experience flattery always made people easier to pursuade to his line of thinking. In context however, it was hard to get flattery into the conversation so he just grinned and said, "Where would you prefer? After all, you are paying."
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Aug 4, 2011 14:54:08 GMT -5
Dristan sniffed the air and inhaled the familiar market smell. Although he had consented to something more than a cook stall, Dristan had to admit that the smell of meat on a stick was particularly enticing at this moment. Dristan sighed quietly to himself, perhaps he shouldn’t have so readily agreed to be in this mans company for such a long time. If they had traversed to a cook stall then the time that he would have had to have spent in the company of this ‘Lord Richard’ would have been much shorter. Although, it wasn’t exactly like Dristan had anything else to do with his day. The potential robbery had completely flattened his libido so strutting off to find a suitable wall or bed companion was practically off the table. Plus he wasn’t quite in the mood yet to visit his family lands. For all he knew, if he did go visit his father then the old man might be so angry at him that he threw him out after five minutes. Then he would have to find something else to do. Dristan supposed there was not much reason to not spend a little bit of extra time with Lord Robber. For all Dristan knew they could be compatible companions and become the best of friends. At the thought Dristan smiled.
Dristan placed his hands on his hips and stared around the market. The two of them stood together he noticed, seemed to be getting a lot of strange looks. It was not often that a finely dressed nobleman and a raggedy peasant stood in each others company for such an extended amount of time. He briefly assessed the options as to where he could take his impoverished companion and came up short. Since his last visit to Camelot four years ago Dristan expected that some of the available taverns might have gone out of business so he decided to leave the intricate details to his companion. ‘What about a tavern? Do you have anywhere you particularly like?’
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 4, 2011 20:21:00 GMT -5
Hmm. Now that was tricky. Richard had been relying on Dristan choosing where they ate for two reasons: firstly, it meant Richard wouldn't have to and secondly, as with any city, some taverns were more expensive than others. Even though Richard had tried to rob the man a few minutes earlier he still had his manners and would not want to choose somewhere that would put a dent in the man's purse. Still, he was a lord, he should have plenty of money, and especially enough for lunch. But there was still the problem of where to go.
Richard didn't really go to taverns. He had to steal his food because the money he stole was spent on hats. This meant he was rarely at liberty to visit any taverns - unless of course he was planning on increasing his income. Well, there must be somewhere, they were in Camelot!
And then a thought occurred to him, a clever little thought which he voiced almost immediately. "I propose we take a walk and see what we find. Then we can both decide. Does that sound fair?"
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Post by Dristan de Archer on Aug 5, 2011 17:09:07 GMT -5
Lord Robber seemed to be mulling it over. Honestly there must be somewhere in all of Camelot where they served food underneath a roof, preferably with freshly brewed ale and easy on the eye servers. Dristan knew the name of exactly the place, the brothel. But he didn’t think that they would get anything much like food in there. Not food for the stomach anyway.
To Lord Penniless’s request Dristan nodded and answered, ‘Shall we walk then?’. Dristan started walking at a steady pace towards the exit of the marketplace . He remembered that there used to be a couple of well established taverns in this direction. Each one he remembered vividly encompassed a buxom and welcoming alewife. The husband to which would always be sulking in a corner at his wife’s ease and flirtatiousness with other men. Dristan remembered on particular encounter five years ago which had included himself and the alewife’s daughter being caught in an awkward position behind the beer barrels. Obviously her mother and father had been incredibly angry and had banished Dristan from ever returning the moment he had managed to raise his trousers. He wondered whether that particular establishment was still in business and whether they would remember him. He expected that the daughter probably would. It had been obvious from the expression on her face just before her parents had found them that Dristan was totally rocking her world.
For some strange reason Dristan had slightly relinquished his guard on his wallet for the moment. Although the man was a thief Dristan sensed that there was still some honour in him from his upbringing so he trusted him not to try for the wallet again. Not at least for the next five minutes. Dristan smiled suddenly as he spotted a familiar sign and lifted his arm to point towards it, ’What about there’. They were lucky, there was a new bush outside by the sign which meant that new ale had been brewed. They were in luck
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 21, 2011 17:46:18 GMT -5
Richard simply nodded in answer to Dristan's question. A full answer was needed, and anyway, the man had already started walking. As they walked, Richard could not help but reflect on both the absurdity and the luck of the situation. It was a rarity that he was ever caught pickpocketing, and it was even more a rarity that he was then offered lunch by his would-be victim. Yes, it was very odd indeed. But then, as he had thought so often, this was all that a man of his stature deserved.
He noticed that Dristan had become less guarded, which amused him. Clearly he was trustworthy now, or more trustworthy at least. Anyone who knew Richard would not be so relaxed, but in this current situation Dristan had nothing to fear. It was company now more than anything that Richard required. It had been such a long time since he had conversed with someone outside of business, such a long time since he had felt like his old self, and while this wasn't exactly a feast and dance it was better than nothing.
At Dristan's words, Richard was brought out of his own thoughts and followed the man's arm. Hmm. It wasn't a feasting hall, but it was the best he was going to get, and he really was not in a position to be fussy so he simply nodded and said in an enthusiastic way, "Looks fine to me." and gestured that Dristan should go in first, after all, he was the money.
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