RP:A Ship Robbin' We Go

Summary: Nazaria and Meri want to make a bit of gold.

Cenril Docks

Nazaria had never left the docks after her departure from the blonde haired woman she borrowed as a fake Mum, a terrible fake mum at that, but the little girl never did reappear openly either. The ragged dress had been discarded in exchanged for a pair of torn off trouser pants, a piece of thin rope to hold them on bony hips, a slightly too big button up shirt that was tucked into into the pants and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a cap that the girl had carefully pulled all those golden locks up into leaving just the ends to fall over her face making a set of bangs to hide those eyes of hers. This lad, who looked much like any other lad working the docks for some gold, appeared first later that evening helping out a small ship at the end of the row unload its cargo. Again this lad appeared the next day spending a great deal of time aiding a large ship come to port off loading crates of fruits and fish. Small, but the hat wearing lad managed to walk the plank with crate after crate loading them at the end of the boardwalk onto the different carts for their next destination. While the youth, along with others, unloaded the ship others were loading the same ship. If anyone checked the docking schedule, this ship was not set to sail for almost a week. All this while the ship the lass docked on never moved until this day as the sailors began readying to depart back to the island. If they were already at sea when the jewel ship left the next day they would be waiting. There was three carts lined in a row with a fourth one tucked off to the back in another row. Every couple trips the lad with the hat would venture round the main three and slid a smaller crate, similar to the ones being loaded onto the ship, under the tarp on this cart in the shadows then slip back into the flow with the rest. The extra cart was guarded by a most lazy looking hound laying on the seat with eyes closed and drool leaking from his maw. Just a massive slumbering slobbering hound.

Meri did actually depart the docks for a period of time, for a number of hours in fact. She did not want to raise suspicion with Nazaria by tailing her so soon after their parting, which means that Meri is going to have to work hard if she intended to relocate -- easier said than done. For just like Meri, Nazaria seems to have managed to cleverly disguise herself. The disguise that Nazaria selected seemed to afford her the ability to move amongst the dockworkers with ease, even being mistaken for one of them. A young worker, but still a worker none the less. The disguise that Meri would probably earn her a few odd stares were she out in the open. Sure, there were those people who liked to keep their features hidden beneath the cloak of their hoods, but that was a good way to pull attention and earn unwanted stares, no? The disguise that Meri wore forced her to stick in the shadow but seemed to aid in making her blend with them, and kept her facade completely shrouded from view as she skulked in the shadows in rooftops and balconies that afforded her view of the docks. It took her some time to hone in on this lad, and the details that were transpiring each the worker neared the four carts, but soon Meri was fixed on that lad in particular. There certainly seemed to be something familiar about that one...Hm. Meri is not quick to abandon her post and rush in, watching was the name of her game for the time being still.

Nazaria managed a guise that worked well on the docks, especially with her youth leaving her the ability to appear as a boy. The young lad continued to work with the unloading of the ship onto the three carts while randomly making a trip to the fourth, he being the only ever visiting that cart. After about six trips spaced well out from one another of depositing the small crates the lad would begin to return back to the ship. Slipping carefully into the line of men carrying them onto the ship the lad appeared to be returning the crates firstly stolen from the ship. It was a good passing hour before the lad had managed to slip all six of the crates back onto the ship leaving the last cart empty of any crates at all. Shaking hands with a tall sailor the lad accepted another small handful of coins from working the job. With a flash of a grin, the first facial expression the lad gave, a glimpse of fox fangs appeared for a split second as he thanked the man for the coin and mad way over to the cart. Rounding the cart the lad stepped into the shadows, sliding the coin into a worn pocket, and leaning back against the building just at a point where she could watch the last of the on goings with the ship as they raised the plank preventing anyone from boarding it for the night.

Admittedly, the cloaked woman did not fully comprehend what she was witnessing from the distance. At first Meri was thinking that Nazaria had managed to get herself on a job as a dock worker, unloading ships cargo so they could be further transported. Her assumption was that Nazaria was trying to jilt the shipment so that she could unload the goods and make a profit for herself. Except the crates that were slipped onto the fourth cart are returned to the ship? So perhaps the tall man that Nazaria was shaking hands with was the one trying to short the deliveries? Hm. It did not appear to Meri that Nazaria had managed to empty any of the crates that made it to the fourth cart, so this had to be a team effort between Nazaria and the sailor. Meri would not find out by remaining unseen in the shadows, but also was not keen on revealing herself with ease. That cart that Nazaria ducked behind? It begins to move seemingly of it's own accord, wheeling it's way forward without the apparent help of anyone. The truth is, there was some force acting upon it. The blonde up in the rooftops has become fond of relying on her telekinetic abilities, she has worked hard to improve them over the years. Flaunt it if you've got it. The fourth cart does not wheel forward a meager couple of inches, it moves a good several feet before abruptly stopping. The goal was to distract Nazaria so that Meri could descend down from the rooftops above and claim a position in the shadowed alley behind Nazaria. It's a safe assumption that the psion was relying on said abilities to facilitate a smooth landing. "You took the crates back to the ship. Why." The fox-girl perhaps might have the ability of scent to her advantage, but there was just something about this shadow-laced disguise that the rogue woman was wearing...

The slobbering slumbering animal in the front of the cart slowly opened one eye as it began to move, yet he closed it back again assuming it was time to go. Lazy mutt. Nazaria behind those false bangs went wide eyed with a slight panic, much similar to the heart-skip-a-beat moment she gave the blonde hair woman the other day, as her covered cart began to move without a driver. Exhaling a breath the barefeet of the lass followed along with the cart at a slow pace just behind it to keep up with it yet not to start a huge scene either, considering there was stolen goods beneath that tarp. Last thing she wanted at the moment was to end up behind bars in Cenril. Then it stopped and the gal let out a small exhale of a breath. It was the sudden landing of one behind her that got her attention before Meri could speak. The sudden vibrations hitting the ground, bouncing waves reaching the barefeet of the terramancer, that gave away the cloaked stranger. About the moment Meri spoke Naz turned on heel to facing this guised new person. It was not the voice, but that familiar scent wafting off Meri that eased the mind of the werefox. Exhaling a breath she forgot she was holding the fox-girl placed a hand over her chest, “Oh, it is just you. Why does it matter to you what I do with creates?”

Nazaria's reaction was quite telling. The fox-girl couldn't see it due to the disguise but a smirk was forming wide beneath the fabric of her disguise. "I think I have my answer." Meri says, the cart wheeling closer to Nazaria and Meri, again moving as if it had a mind of it's own. It didn't. Meri's mind was helping it along. "But I think your load is a little light, don't you?" It's at this point that Meri's gaze shifts away from Nazaria, to the ship that she was assisting unloading for a bulk of the day, the one that has raised it's gangplank to prevent people from being able to easily sneak aboard. "What would you say...If I said that I could get us onto that ship, probably without them noticing us, and definitely without either one of us having to swim?" The gears in Meri's mind were turning, but she was not brazenly striding out of the alley way, she wanted to make sure she had an accomplice for her greedy adventures.

With a brow raised the fox-girl questioned in a whisper, "Light load? Stealing off with six crates of gems and jewels is a decent...wait a minute..." the blonde paused as the cart started moving again. It surely wasn't uneven ground causing the wheels to move it back to closer to them. Meri had watched her working all day to move crates under the covered tarp, but to later carry away matching ones back onto the ship only those were already there and empty. Ship would notice if six of their deliveries went missing. The lass had worked the docks long enough with enough guises that she'd robbed most every ship a few times. The wheels were turning in the girl's head as this stranger went on about getting to the ship without swimming. Not enough solid ground this eve to make a land bridge over like she'd done before, so how could this lady do it. Granted the fox-girl was just assuming Meri was like her, a earth weilder, not one with mind powers. "You ain't be trying to get me arrested as some city cop now are ya?" A most delayed question after Naz admitted to having not one, but six stolen jewel boxes under that tarp. Yes, there was a half fanged grin at the idea of more filling that wagon of hers. "Ya really can get Both us onto and off the ship without getting wet? I don't fancy being all soaked," she asked most curiously while making a point it would be both going on and off the ship, didn't want to be left to be caught and jailed on the ship while this stranger walked away with it all. To that, if she didn't have to get wet it wouldn't mess with her abilities.

"Naw." Comes Meri's response to Nazaria's concern that Meri might try and have her arrested by Cenril's law enforcement. It was up to Nazaria to determine if Meri was lying but in truth, if the blonde wanted to cause troubles for the fox-girl then she had a bulk of Nazara's working day to come up with a way to do so far sooner. "So what I am thinking is this...It will do you no good to leave this cart here, covered or not, while we are creeping around the ship. So take your haul back to a safe place, unload and bring the cart back. I think by the time that you do that, the ship will have quieted down enough..." They have only just raised their gangplank, after some food finds its way into the belly of the crew and the booze starts flowing they will eventually quiet down. Or so Meri assumes. "What do you say? If you are worried that I am going to call the law on you, you don't have to come back. Heck, gives you plenty of room to try and get me put in jail if you wanted." Ideally though? They would just agree to rob a ship together, two minds is better than one in this case. Also six crates is impressive, especially for a solo job, Meri was just talking a little smack -- possibly as a tactic to get Nazaria to agree to help steal more.

Silence, beyond the noise of those beyond the shadows on the dock, stood between the two females. All bloody day the fox-girl had spent carefully robbing the ship at the same time as making gold off the crew for working a job to get six crates unnoticed switched with empty ones. It was clearly not her first rodeo in stealing in plain sight. The cloaked stranger could have turned her in the previous day when she started talking about the topic or at anypoint during the long day after she'd figured out what was going on, but she hadn't so perhaps she wasn't going to turn her in, not yet anyways. Naz had not working with a partner in crime since that one and only time, which got her locked up and set her mind to 'I don't need a partner' so many years ago. Meri now offered a dry way, still unexplained, to reboard and hull off with more. The idea of more with a great deal less working almost had the fox drooling, almost. Finally, the girl spoke and broke the awkward silence, "I will take the cart to unload and be back in say an hourish with the mutt." Seems Meri had managed to rope in the fox-girl for a dual theif job. Once the blonde let her go Naz slid up into the seat of the cart and would begin to depart to unload the cart off in her stash location, filled already with other goods, almost like a mini-dragon hoarde. Returning with the cart at just past the time she said Naz was in another guise, too risky to be the lad again. Her clothes were simiar if only more torn up like she'd washed up from the sea, even though she was perfectly dry, with blonde locks spun into a strange array of what looked like dreads and tied back behind her neck. No shoes, but a worn eye-patch covering that bright silver eyes so only her deep blue eyes was exposed. Oddly enough the face of the fox girl looked different, facial markers were different with remarkably chubbies cheeks and freckles dusting the entire face. Skin covered in dirt made her look like one dirty little pirate kid. Never the same face twice in one day.

This second disguise was harder for Meri to see through. As someone who has a bit of artistic skill, it was easier for her to imagine how an individual might look if certain physical characteristics were changed up. In this case, it is the cart and the dog that really clue the blonde in to Nazara’s approach. Meri’s outfit has not changed, but she has less need for she has not been interacting with the dock workers all day. By the time Nazaria returns, the docks have considerably quieted. The place is almost never entirely silent but...it was definitely quieter in the nighttime hours. Tonight the two women did not have the luck of no moon not their side, but they were not also suffering the misfortune of having to steal under a full moon. Meri intercepts Nazaria while the girl and her cart are still a distance away from the ship. It is still within plain sight, but they are not going to park the cart too close. Meri had ideas. “Pups can guard the cart,” it will be less enticing now that it does not contain any goods, the lazy pooch will probably be more of a deterrent. Plus they would not be leaving it for super long. “You know your way around this ship at all?” Meri did not, but Nazaria may have had the chance to board during the day while working at some point. During the short walk from where they are leaving the cart to the ship that Meri and Nazaria are intending to board, Meri explains. “So once we get on the ship? We’ll snag what we can. Jewels? Awesome. If we take their payday for shipments sent off? Even better. We’ll load everything on to one of the rowboats they have tied to the side of the ship? And that will be our escape route. Perfect world we won’t be noticed. We’ll drift back to the cart, load up, make our escape and then split the loot. Worst case....Well we will figure that as we go along.” All of this is of course not said at a loud volume, Meri was speaking in whispers. If this sounded good to Nazaria, the two were quite near the backside of the ship in question. If Nazaria was still on board after hearing the plan? The two forms would lift off the docks and glide up through the air, boarding silently at the stern of the ship. The approach is cautious one, Meri would not let either of them land without a sneaky look to make sure the coast was clear.

The look on that masked face even with a patch over an eye was priceless as Meri lifted the two up into the air, carried them over the water and safely onto the stern of the ship. This was clearly the first time the dirty pirate kid appearing lad had ever experience levitation. As the two moved without getting wet over the sea the fox-girl returned a whisper, “I have robbed this ship alone more times that I have fingers and toes, let alone about every ship that sails these seas. I am no young chicken however youthful I am. This ship is a strange one when transporting its goods. The jewels are stored in crates similar to the bland ones I hard earlier, marked with little symbols for bread in the right corner. Stashed in the other foods to keep pirates from thinking they are worth something, few steal food when on the sea. The gold? That is a bit tougher as it is kept in a safe within the captain’s room. Other lesser jewels and items of value are below deck in the storage with everything else. Simple really. Most men on this ship tend to stick to the drinking when its not work time.” Smiling the fox-girl let out a slow exhale as the two were finally on solid ground again, even if that ground was wood. Remaining silent after Meri deemed it worthy of the two to set food on ship Naz listened with her feet for the echoes of the men. True earth was easier to see with, but many years of this life and Naz had almost mastered the ability to see through the planks. Opening her eyes the girl pointed to their left and whispered softly, “Three are drunk over there swaying and singing some lude song, but I don’t see anyone to the right.”

The two women seemed to be in agreement with the plan they have laid out, each seemed to have their part to contribute. Meri had the means to get them on to the ship unnoticed and Nazaria had the knowledge about the ship, she could easily lead the way to where they needed to go. Meri would smirk, but given her current outfit that would be hard to see. What would be easy to see would be the easy nod of agreement to Nazaria's insights. If the path to the right was the path that was clear, that is the direction that they would go. From here on out, Meri was silent -- as any savvy thief would be. Sometimes even whispers can draw attention to those of sensitive hearing, Meri knew better than to take chances. The woman kept to a low crouch as they crept across the deck, sticking to the right. Since it has been established that Nazaria is more familiar with the ship than Meri, the fox woman is nudged forward to take the lead. Meri is careful to keep close, but also smart enough to keep a watch on their rear. This is clearly not the first time the tattooed blonde has snuck into places that she does not belong in. As tempting as the Captain's gold might be, Meri is not sure she wants to raise the alarm bells of the entire ship. Sneaking into their food rations sounds much easier, but even if Meri is letting Nazaria lead them along the easy route...? The blonde is ready for a tussle, just in case. She does seem to be the punchy sort. The two thieves have the fortune of sneaking their way through the ship unnoticed all the way below deck into the storage room that Nazaria describes. At least it seems that way. But would they be able to sneak out just as smoothly? With any goods? Meri quickly begins to search for the crates marked with the little bread symbols. Tricky to do in the dim light with the large number of items in the storage area.

The thieves found their way down to the food storage with little hassel and trouble. A few minor moments where the fox would change their direction down another way for a moment to avoid being spotted by drunken sailors wandering the ship themselves. Until the two were within the dark room with the creates the fox did not speak a word, a chuckle at first watching Meri looking in the dark for a small symbol of bread. The lass tapped her foot a few times ever so gently on the floor and waited for the vibrations to return to her foot. Debating in her head she spoke in a whisper, “I would check the ones in the back corner farthest from the door and the window, under a tarp or cloth item.” Her whisper came to an end as two drunken sailors appeared in the room the two women where in. Meri’s dark guise in the the unlit room left her mostly unnoted, however the eye-patch wear kid was caught by the light of their lantern. It was then the little fox fell perfectly into a character and walked closer to the wasted men with legs on shaky movement, giving a false look of broken leg walking.

“Oh, by the grace of Sven it’s TImmy!” the taller one with the light gasped in shock. His counterpart, a short fat man, hit the arm of the fellow in his company, “Timmy is dead you fool!” It was then both stared on with blurred vision at the little lad moving hauntingly their way. Hushed whispers of bickering about how that was Timmy between the two, a small arguement about the very facial features to the eye-patch.

“Bring me the gold or I’ll haunt your families until they go mad..” Naz said with a gurgle to her voice, something scratchy and dead like, “Load it to the boat, then go back to the feast and say not a word or I’ll find you when you fall asleep this eve” she finished as a old rusty dagger fell free from her torn up sleeve, aimed at the two now shaking drunken men. It was a feat to watch just how fast the two sailors could get themselves out of that room with fear in their eyes to comply to the orders. Meri might remember that some years ago there was a young lad from one of the local ships that was killed at sea his body left mostly untouched, but the face was bashed in and destroyed to the point the face itself was lost to reconigination.

Clearing her throat after the room was clear the fox turned to join Meri once more, “I would suggest that we hurry along now in loading crates into the same boat as the one they are aiming for. If we get it done before they get there it will, I think, be easier to ship off to land from there.” Tucking the blade into the waist of her ragged pants the fox began to to search for the marked crates, tapping on the one she found before tapping another. She was looking for the ones that were heavier. If she was going to steal something it would be the ones with the hopeful better loot. Pulling out a crate carefully she slid it out onto the empty floor and turned to look at Meri. Two ladies, two sets of arms, how many crates did she think they would manage to carry above deck and onto a getaway ship.

Check the crates toward the back. Check. That is exactly what Meri is doing right up until they have a couple of unexpected guests bust into their party. It's questionable what Meri does and does not remember from a couple years back, it's a complicated story that Meri is not usually inclined to speak of. She might have heard of someone being brutally murdered like that, but stories of murder and mayhem are rampant in these lands and thus she does not fully connect the name to the death. It does, however, strike her as odd that they seem to recognize the disguise and place the face to that of the dead man. Strange. There is a time and a place for conversations like this and this would not be the first time that Meri has been known to keep company with killers....Which should really come as no surprise. Look at the situation they have made for themselves. Meri is a far cry from a saint.

The woman shrouded in darkness shrinks back further into the shadows to avoid being detected while Nazaria confronts the two sailors head on, managing to scare them out of the room. Would they obey her command? Get the gold and bring it to the row boat? Or would they sound the alarm? Mentally Meri was preparing for the latter, for the two men to be rousing the other men on the ship to put a stop to the two thieves. The blonde wastes no time in springing back into action, the two men have barely managed to make it fully out of the room before she is back into motion. It is true that they only have a pair of arms each, which makes carrying crates difficult. Maybe if they had not been spotted they would have more time to be more subtly haul the goods back and forth between this room and the row boat they planned to abscond. They don't have that time.

They do have a psion amongst their party though, and Meri puts her telekinetic abilities to good use. She is not going to be able to clear the room of all the crates marked with that bit of bread, but with a creak and a groan several of the crates begin to take to motion. How far they will get with this? That depends on several factors, the heavier the load the harder it will be for the psion to maintain concentration enough to move their haul. Made more challenging if they are bombarded with sailors, Nazaria will have to be able to hold them off in order for her and Meri to escape with this haul. To the rowboat they go, stolen goods in tow. Normally Meri would take more covert means for plundering, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Nazaria lifted up the one crate she had pulled aside as Meri with those strange powers of hers managed to float a line of crates off the floor. Magic, she knew it existed, it was a part of her yet it was nothing like what she had recently witnessed this woman partaking in. Arms full the fox started off ahead of Meri, making sure to hold the door open long enough for the woman and her trail of boxes to exit the food storage before carefully shutting the door. Silence as she waited, listening with both feet and ears for the sounds of alarm. None. A nod of a head and the lass started off leading the way. Each stop she checked to see if the cost was clear before moving forward, always giving the other theif enough time to follow suit behind her. Odd talent, but the crate she carried was put atop her head as she rose up to the deck of the ship before taking it back into her arms once more. Listening and watching the fox scouted before giving Meri an all clear. It was not until the pair reached the row boat that they encountered any sailors. It was just the drunken two from earlier loading two crates into the boat. Turning on foot the both looked pale seeing the ghost of Timmy again this time with the cloaked figure behind him along with floating boxes. Surely, the theory from before of ghosts was proven at this point. Reaper of death in that cloak with little Timmy! Yes, that smell was urine. Before the two had taken off looking as pale as seeing a ghost one if not both had wet themselves. Carefuly to step around the puddle of yellow Naz loaded the one crate she could carry in arms into the boat before turning to watch Meri and her magic some more. So far, no alarms had been sounded by the drunks of this ship.

Meri has not met too many that boast the title of psion like she does. She has heard stories, but never met them, so Meri is quite in agreement with Nazaria's assessment of her abilities. The woman is relieved to find that the coast is clear all the way back to the boat -- and when they do get to the boat they are only greeted with the two sailors that Nazaria had initially scared off. Did they bring the gold as demanded? Did her Timmy routine -- whatever it was -- actually work? It looked like it did, but Meri is not going to fret over it too much, not until they are down on the waters and distancing themselves from the ship. It was no easy feat to move all of those crates from point A to point B, but all of them are eventually lowered into the row boat. Meri climbs on aboard as well. Nazaria will hopefully do the same, it is likely neither women will want to linger on this ship for too much longer. Meri goes to one side of the row boat, gripping the rope rigged to the pulley system that is meant to the lower the boat down. She motions for Nazaria "Come, let's go," she says to the foxy female in a whisper, "On three cut your side and let's get the frak out of here." Were Meri not a psion, this endeavor might send them on a hard crash landing into the water...but the blonde has probably demonstrated by now that she could do something about that little problem. All Nazaria had to do was trust and cut. "One. Two. Three." If Nazaria puts that trust into Meri, the blonde will deliver and the boat will land on the water as softly as a feather hitting the earth. If only Meri does the cutting, only one side of the boat will drop and that will present a bit of a complication for the psion. Just trust, Nazaria!

Nararia was quick to follow suit after the woman once the crates had been loaded up ready to go and into the boat herself. She would never admit it, but there was an awe and jealous factor for the tiny thief of the powers which Meri possesed. Sure she had her own ability to literally have the earth and some plants bend to will, but still that was nothing compared to the blonde woman. Blinking Meri was talking and the fox had only heard part of what it was she was saying. It was when she started to count numbers that the girl realized what it was she was supposed to be doing over day dreaming of Meri’s skill. Trust. Trust a stranger. Well, she hadn’t turned her in thus far for crimes she’d witnessed her partaking in, so she must have some slight ounce of trust granted her way. As Meri called three the dagger the lass carried sliced through the rope with a single motion in timing with the other releasing their boat of stolen goods down toward the ocean below. Eyes held tightly shut with an arm covering her face, waiting for the splash to wash over her when they hit water. Nothing. It was as if they landed on a cloud rather than liquid. Mental powers, Naz, duh. Lowering her arm she turned to look at the larger ship watching it as if nothing had just happened then over toward Meri as she lifted that blasted eye-patch off her other eye. Blinking a few times as she adjusted to seeing again with both eyes. “That was incredible,” she whispered.

Meri is relieved that they managed to make their escape unhindered and that Nazaria cut the rope as instructed. It was hard to establish trust in such a short period of time, but if Meri wanted to screw Nazaria over...she could have turned her in sooner. Or put those mind powers to use to think up a creative escape that involved leaving Nazaria behind on the ship! Or even throwing the fox off their stolen little row boat. None of this happens, the two float peacefully away from the ship. It does not take their little row boat long to mysteriously drift behind the cover of another docked ship, slowly floating closer to the cart that is hopefully sitting waiting and guarded by one lazy pup. As they travel that short distance in the boat with the cover of darkness on their side, Meri is prying open one crate to see if they had actually lucked out. She is targeting one of the crates marked with the bread, not one of the ones that the spooked sailors delivered to them. "Was a pretty darn solid job if I do say so myself," a compliment meant to be paid to the both of them, she was not just trying to fuel her own ego. "Do feel like we got rather lucky though. Could have gone south real fast." The cart is within sight before Meri manages to get the top off crate number one to reveal just how lucky they were or were not. Meri decides this is a good time to ask, "Why did those two get so spoked when they saw you? Who the hell is Tunny?"

Within the crate marked with a symbol of bread Meri would find a loaf of small bread sitting solo, but when lifted it out reveal a fake lid. Beneath it was a series of jewels already polished and ready to go into different pieces of jewelry. Within the other boxes there would be similar finds, some with jewels and others with the gold or silver pieces awaiting their precious gems to be fitted. The other two unmarked ones would be found to be filled with gold coin. Seems the two drunken men followed their orders to a fine t. No magic trace on the coins. Meri was indeed right when she said it had been a good night of spoils. The fox would give more credit to the woman with her mental powers than her own skills, but she also knew that she had played her part well enough. Silence as the two found way back to the cart right where they left it, lazy pup and all. It was about this time that she questioned the girl about who Tunny was, “Timmy,” she corrected in a matter-o-fact- tone as she turned to hand Meri something. When she had not been facing her the lass had peeled something carefully from her face. It was a mask, but not just any kind of mask. It was a magically preserved face from another human that had sense died, Timmy if one felt like taking a good guess. A real human face made into a mask. No wonder earlier she had trouble recognizing her. “Timmy is a boy that died at sea on that ship in the middle of the night many months ago. Captains lad. Assumed to be taken by the seafolk after some ship was risen from the depths of the water. They say he haunts the ship and no sailor on that ship wishes to risk another ship attack by ghost or seafolk so they pay tribute. So, when a good shipment it set for sail Timmy makes a visit to collect tribute for death and safe passage for the next few months until another shipment is good…” the girl turned to look at Meri with those bi-colored eyes and ever so youthful elf face. She could a pretty little thing if she cleaned up once in awhile. A fanged smile in the faint light of night as they reached the landing. A hand held out for the mask back. What a monstrous little child, but after this night, for now, Meri had earned her trust with this secret. If she wanted to turn her in or take the heist for herself she would have done it long ago in the mind of the fox.

Timmy. Tunny. Typo. Whatever. :P Ahem. Sometimes it is better follow some sage advice that many mother's try and instill in their children -- look with your eyes and not with your hands. Nazaria does not have a hard time claiming her mask back for Meri is not keen on fully removing it from her grasp. Not that the woman is squeamish, she has seen her fair share in her years and her skin seems to only be getting thicker as she sages. "That's frakkin' gross," Meri proclaims. Maybe Nazaria will take offense to Meri's comment, but let's be real...Nazaria has confessed to basically wearing other people's faces. Too a good number that might have have the crime of murder under their belt? That is pretty...damn. Meri doesn't seem too phased by it for after making that proclamation she looses another 'frakk' beneath her breath when she opens the crate only to spy a loaf of bread. It does not take her too long to inspect further, the crate looked like it held far more on the outside than it did on the inside, only to make the discovery of the false lid and revealing the real haul beneath. She is not interested in cracking open all of the crates, just the one. "Well I guess it's one way to get the job done. I guess we can't all be illusionists..." Meri sure wasn't. That was a talent that she was quite envious of, could spend her time day dreaming wistfully about. If only. She was grateful for the talents that she did have though. Closer and closer to the parked cart they go, once they are near enough Meri reaches out to grab the dock and puts a stop to the moving boat. Nazaria is free to hop out as she sees fit, but Meri seems inclined to keep the boat for herself. "Fifty, fifty split? You take your haul, I'll take mine?"

The murders committed by the youth were a number beyond measure compared to her years alive. The number of faces she wore over the days and years only continued to climb with each new death gone unsolved or solved by other means. Somehow the youth never paid for them. Gross it may be, but it was something Naz had been doing for so long it no longer seemed that way to the girl, just a way of life. There was a chuckle as she agreed with the statement that not everyone is gifted as an illusionist, “No, but borrowing a face over a false one of magic keeps you from being caught by those most gifted in magical detection. If you’d like...I can make you a mask.” A small grin upon those dry lip before she slipped the guise of TImmy back onto her face and eye patch down. At shore she hopped from the boat with a light landing. “You can have two thirds of it. I already robbed it earlier and you honestly did the harder part of this haul.” she said in all honest truth. Too many crates would not fit within her cart nor her hidden hideout in the cliffs. True to her word the lass would only remove and load one of the two boxes from the drunken pirates, then the remaining bread marked crates that would equal her own one-third of the haul. All the while allowing Meri to keep the row boat, what use did the girl have for it when she had a cart of her own.

It was true that they would not have gotten on board and perhaps would not have gotten away with so much without her little skill, but her head was not so big that she would suggest that she is entitled to more of the cut. Nazaria put in effort too and Meri valued it. But. If Nazaria felt inclined to give Meri more of the cut for this haul, the blonde would not object. There was a greedy streak to her after all. As Nazaria is collecting what she deems to be her fair cut, Meri is shaking her head from side to side. "No, I think I will leave the masks to you. I don't want to cramp on your style." Once Nazaria has collected her crates, the boat begins to drift slowly southward away from the cart and the docks. The two still have a chance to exchange words, but Meri is obviously making her departure. "Pleasure getting into mischief with you. Perhaps we can do it again soon, but this is where our paths are going to part for now. We both still have a long night ahead of us." They both had to haul their loot back to their respective homes. Meri still has not had a chance to really look at what she got. A long night indeed. Meri waves to Nazaria like a member of the royal family on parade as she drifts away into the night.

The foxkin offered a fanged smile at the other woman after the last box of the haul was loaded into the back of the covered cart. Lazy hound opening an eye just to watch the happenings, but otherwise not even bothering to do a thing. Standing in the sand the lass offered a wave in return to the departing partner in crime from that night,” Farewell until next time.” the girl repeated in light tones watching the boat drift off into the darkness. Turning the fox made way back up to her cart and off into the night in the direction of the cove. Meri was right there was still a ways of night left and much to do. Perhaps she would see the woman again, perhaps not. One cannot predict the future, however she was indeed a good person to get into possible trouble with.