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• Stocke uses <swordpacts> and <moirae> interchangeably; the former especially for Devil's Nest business. Any of his friends/fellow Nest employees probably have his number.   • He's careful to use randomized names on the network the rest of the time; watch out for that if you want your character to contact him about something he said! (Basically just come up with an excuse for them to recognize his writing and all is good.)

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[themasterthief]

[Garrett slipped down a bit, putting himself at Stocke's level exactly. Behind him was an almost invisible line of web that held him suspended in midair, making him almost a match for Stocke's shade-y levitation.

There was a small glint to his eye that held his slight amusement, gone in a flash.] It's comfortable, but it can always be made in a better place than this.

[He almost ignored it. It would be simple to bypass the statement altogether and pretend it was never said or heard. But he did hear it ... and quietly replied.] You as well.

[His eyes rolled skyward and he huffed out a breath of air audibly.] I know. I can't imagine why she'd want me that badly. [His gaze dropped back down to Stocke.] Let's not stick around to find out. Take the lead.

[makehistoria]

[Leading the way it is! Stocke lets himself drop back to the ground, landing with two feet and one hand, then straightening. He shades his eyes from moonlight as he looks up, waiting for Garrett either to join him down below or make moves to skitter across the rooftops.]

It's not close. We'll make better time if we catch one of the buses.

[Or hitch a ride on top of one. Same thing.]

[themasterthief]

[The thief pulled a small face at the mention of buses. As an arachne he tended to just run from city to city. It was quick enough for him. Arachnes were damn fast. And besides, he usually left a day (well, night) early if he had a particular time limit to a job.

Anyway, he did not comment though so maybe he would endure it this one time. For Stocke.

There was a moment of consideration before the arachne lowered himself the rest of the way down on his web line, touching down on the ground lightly with his feet. He would have stayed up high on his own. He may even end up there again yet once they started heading out and Garrett got a feel for the direction they were headed. He could easily track Stocke from above. Well, unless they turned into a game. In which case...]

[makehistoria]

[Well, hey, if he wanted to carry Stocke -- but Stocke remembers the last time he touched Garrett, and the thief's reaction. He figures that's not an offer Garrett would make.]

[The shade does seem a little startled by Garrett joining him on the ground - but he's hardly going to object. He sets a fast pace to where he knows the Vandare-Bavan bus stops, at this time of night; no games this time, though maybe if Garrett prompts him... Either way, the arachne should have no trouble picking up where they're going.]

[The bus is idling when they arrive, set to take off in about five minutes. Stocke jerks his head in the direction of the roof, assuming that - like him - Garrett will want to avoid the humans crammed inside.]

[The shade himself steps inside just a moment to pay for the both of them instead of sneaking above - if only to make sure there's incentive to keep running these things this late, a good time for nocturnal monsters. He ignores any and all comments and exclamations from human passengers, melting into his shadow form to drift through the roof and settle (solid) up top.]

[The driver doesn't react. He's probably seen more than a few monsters in his time, taking this route nightly.]

[themasterthief]

[Despite the fact that Garrett was the permanently solid one he seemed to disappear and reappear as if through walls on a frequent basis during their quick trip. He was hardly doing such a thing but he did flit about quickly and silently, disappearing off into tangent alleyways or dark recesses that went elsewhere entirely. Garrett was simply testing his knowledge of the city and working out how much of it had changed. Most of it hadn't, at least not by much he figured, and found many of his old boltholes and alternate routes intact as he somehow still kept pace with Stocke along the way.

Without preamble, Garrett climbed on top of the bus and waited. When Stocke joined him up there Garrett's only response to the shade paying was a very obviously lifted eyebrow.

Though it was not in his expression or demeanor, and he had no intention of sharing his opinion, he did not approve of the payment. Well, "approve or disapprove" wasn't really the right idea; he just didn't understand it much less would he ever think of doing it. He couldn't fathom why Stocke had just bothered.

Hence the almost questioning eyebrow raise towards the other.]

[makehistoria]

[Stocke responds to the look with a faint, wry smile. He doesn't bother with anything like commenting on Garrett's lack of paying habits; instead, it's just...] Encourages them to keep driving at night. And not run for it if they see a monster coming for a ride.

[The engine rumbles to life; Stocke leans onto his hands, digging his claws into the roof.]

[themasterthief]

Huh. [There was no shrug of his shoulders, but there may have been the sound of one in his noncommittal noise.] Well, whatever helps you sleep at daylight.

[The arachne hunkered down, steadying himself against the upcoming wind once the bus got out of town and set course with a decent speed. He didn't have to dig his claws in; his 'stickiness' would work well enough, reinforced with a bit of webbing.]

[makehistoria]

[One of Stocke's tendrils flicks, amused. Only Garrett...]

[Ok, fine, no, that's not accurate. Only Garrett and about half the population of Djävulenstad...]

[The ride's a quiet one, with very few stops between Vandare and Bavan, at places too small to put on the map. Even those stops last for no more than a minute each, just long enough for someone to get off. When they do get to Bavan, Stocke waits several stops within the city before abruptly motioning at Garrett to get off -]

[(While the bus is still moving, of course. ...he's sure Garrett will have no problems handling that.)]

[- before cutting a course to the northern end of the city. They've still got some walking to do, but the trip's shorter from here.]

[themasterthief]

[Garrett didn't even hesitate when Stocke indicated they should jump from the bus even as it still moved forward. Even had he not been an arachne he probably would have done so with little hesitation, only waiting so long as to time his jump right. As an arachne, he merely leapt first and considered his next course of action second. It was easy to throw a line of webbing out as he flew off the bus, catching the nearest building and hauling himself up to the roof in record time.

He followed Stocke from his vantage up top, again disappearing periodically only to reappear a few minutes later with nothing to say of his 'invisibility' act. Like in Vandare, he simply was exploring old pathways and hideouts as they moved through the city.]

[makehistoria]

[It's quickly clear why Stocke chose specifically this point to hop off - it's the closest to the northern road out of Bavan. He pauses at the edge of the city to watch the rooftops, waiting for Garrett to finish whatever's left of his refamiliarizing loops. Then he tilts his head in the direction leading out of Bavan - this way. Garrett will have to give up his rooftops for now.]

[The shade melts into his less solid form for speed - though as an arachne, Garrett can probably outrace him twice over. Their path from here goes along the main road north for a while, then splits off - some time after it does, Stocke slows to a halt. He drops both back into his nearly-human form and onto the sand that's now underfoot, motioning Garrett closer.]

...you'll have to stay near me to get past the border. [A pause. Stocke won't say he's remembering something, but...] No need to touch, but be close enough that you could.

[Thirty seconds' worth of steps later, the edges of the city bloom out of the sand.]

[themasterthief]

[Well it wasn't a wrong assessment that Stocke made about the remembered idea. Garrett simply nodded though a part of him was probably relieved for that lack of touching. He could have gritted his teeth and managed it with Stocke--as long as it was on his own terms--but not having to was so much better still.

He did as told, sticking ridiculously close to the shade without actually touching. He seemed really good at it actually.

Once the cityscape became visible Garrett looked around his new surroundings mildly. Though his gaze was always assessing he tended to look bored more than anything else. It was just one more city to memorize and terrorize stalk through the shadows. He'd figure it out with ease given the time.

Later. Now, he stuck with Stocke as the shade led the way ever forward.]

[makehistoria]

[This end of the city is near-silent, closer to empty than any of the rest. Not entirely, but you wouldn't be surprised if someone told you a decent chunk of the buildings weren't occupied.]

[Not to say there aren't people, even at this time of night - or perhaps because it's this time of night? They watch Garrett cagily maybe anticipating that terrorizing? but seem more familiar with Stocke.]

[The shade himself raises a tendril in a sort-of wave at a few, but his attention's clearly still focused on Garrett.] ...here we are.

[He jerks his head toward the city center, visible through a faint incline toward the coast. As well as by holding the city's two highest points - a hill with the glittering lights of a single building perched on the top, and... is that a clocktower? That's a clocktower.]

Nest's that way. [Wry -] In the very center.

[themasterthief]

The crown jewel here is the 'Nest, huh? Well, at least the city doesn't lie with a big, fat mansion that costs more than it took to build the rest of the city proper.

[He sounded matter-of-fact laced with a hint of dry and dark humor. It seemed to be a running theme of cities to start with something nice that belied the lower ends. Maybe it was just the nature of always having new things built while old things just got even more old and decayed with time. Either way, he didn't really care so much as find it a fact of life.

Garrett's attention was drawn almost instinctively to the highest structure in that area though. The clocktower was a familiar sight no matter where it was or how it was built. If there was a clocktower in a city he was usually drawn to it. Of course, back in his own City it had been a convenient place to set up due to circumstances surrounding the supposedly haunted clocktower. But here it was just a welcome sight due to the familiarity of the inside workings of the clock mechanism that he had learned how to maintain on his own long ago.

He glanced back towards Stocke without another word. Waited.]

[makehistoria]

[Stocke follows Garrett's gaze, then returns his eyes to the arachne not long after Garrett does the same.]

The tower?

[Come to think of it, wasn't Garrett's lair back in Vandare - aside from his relatively regular visits to the web in the nest - another clocktower?]

[themasterthief]

[Garrett's chin dipped slightly as he went into a reply.]

...Occupied?

[Yes, that was where he looked. And yes, that was what interested him. And even more subtly implied, yes, that was where he had lived in Vandare, too.]

[makehistoria]

No. [Stocke is deeply resisting the urge to tease Garrett with a, "Not yet," but if the thief really is angling for it, you never know what might scare him off.]

...someone down in the city checks on it to keep it going. Not very often. [Which. There's probably been a couple times the poor thing just stopped and didn't get fixed for a couple hours, if not a couple days. Is it even always showing the right time?] Haven't seen another soul do anything else but pass underneath.

[themasterthief]

[He was silent for a moment.]

...they're not hard to maintain if you know how. But it's better if they're worked on a little every night. [Or day, but you know, he's a night person so it comes out that way. I mean, he's not volunteering to take over or anything. But he's completely volunteering to take over.]

[makehistoria]

Are you offering?

[Deliberately vague between whether he means "Offering to take over" or "Offering to teach me how." He can leave Garrett an out, either way.]

[themasterthief]

[Garrett hesitated, shifting his stance in the moment, before replying.]

Only if it's left alone. [aka: if it's his.]

[makehistoria]

That can be arranged.

[Oh no. Now one of Stocke's tendrils is twitching in restrained amusement.]

[themasterthief]

[Meanwhile, Garrett's face has gone beyond a mere line. There's too much effort in it. His eyes keep flicking to Stocke's tendrils and back.

This isn't funny. Stop that.]

Fine.

[makehistoria]

[On the contrary, Garrett, it's very funny. But Stocke is not going to say a word.]

[He huffs out a soft breath, making his tendrils still.] You want to take a look now?

[themasterthief]

[It takes a moment but the thief eventually settles slightly. He glances back up at the clocktower.]

Why not.

[makehistoria]

[Stocke dips his head. This way, then - it's not a bad goal to head toward, assuming Garrett doesn't quite want to deal with the Nest (and Greed) just yet. Give a view of the city down to the center.]

[The east city - deeper in than the outskirts, not quite the middle - is bustling at this time of night. Most businesses seem to still be open, and those few that have official hours listed do look to run from afternoon to the wee morning hours. Much of Djävulenstad is nocturnal.]

[There's also a layer of darkness and grime over much of it - not exactly unclean, but these definitely aren't the well-swept streets of Bavan's richer districts. It's not impossible to find little glittery things lying in the chinks between cobblestone - beads, pieces of glass.]

[Candles glimmer in many business's windows. Only white ones are lit, but some windowsills carry other colours for other days - yellow, red, green, purple.]

[themasterthief]

[Garrett's eyes roam over everything as they pass through the city streets. A number of shiny objects end up in his inner pockets as he dips down to pick up a coin here, a piece of metal wire there. He was scarily good at picking out the more useful items from the mere debris littering the ground. He never seemed to reach down when it was only a glittering bead or shard of misplaced glass.

There was a moment when the thief also had a small rest on top of an old wooden gate, his head cocked to one side as he stared at a nearby window with some interest. There didn't appear to be much worth stealing inside, not that could be seen from this window at least, but his focus seemed transfixed.

As they continued on a few seconds later, Garrett sidled up next to Stocke and walked close to him for a while. Eventually,]

What are those candles about?