S-Sob, general voice test, looking at either anemoi or mayfield_rpg!

[hasagoldsuit]

1.

[Congratulations, you lucky boy/girl/weird creature thing. There is a stranger approaching you with what looks like a diamond ring in his hand. He also seems very distressed.]

Oh, finally! You've got to help me, please. It's my mother, she's sick and I haven't enough money to pay for her stay. [He pushes the diamond ring towards you. Before you ask, yes, it's real diamond, the glass ring comes in later. He got a jeweler to help out.] All I've got is this ring. I'll give it to you for a part of what I bought it for. Just please, help me!

2.

[So it's...probably some time after the above, or maybe not even related to the above at all. But you're probably pissed off at Moist for something. Trouble is, at this point in time, he's a reformed criminal. Mostly.

...unless it's just for stealing pencils, in which case, he gets bored, okay?]

Right, are you sure we can't talk this out? We're both civilized here, after all. Right?

3.

[Hoo, boy. Something has definitely gone wahoonie-shaped here, otherwise you wouldn't be panicking. Perhaps it's got something to do with what looks like an angry mob forming outside, or maybe there's a pissed-off muscle-bound fellow looking for one of you, or, heck, you could even just be lost! It could be anything, really.

Yet...Moist is grinning. It's the kind of grin he gets only when he's got a trick cooking up his sleeve.]

I've got a plan.

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3, Anemoi

[canthandleacape]

That's what you said before!

[hasagoldsuit]

But it's going to work this time!

[At least he's being optimistic about it.]

[canthandleacape]

I just know I'm going to regret asking this, but fine. What's the plan?

[hasagoldsuit]

It's simple. I'll distract them, you slip out, and once they don't notice me I'll get out as well.

[He has people skills, he knows this much. He can do this.]

[canthandleacape]

What kind of distraction do you have in mind?

[hasagoldsuit]

One that should get their attention. Trust me.

[canthandleacape]

You're not going to do something stupid and dangerous, are you?

[hasagoldsuit]

Something like that, yes. Then again, distracting them is stupid and dangerous in itself.

[But that's the thing. He loves to flirt with risk, loves the thrill of the hustle, loves the way he flies when he's at work.]

[canthandleacape]

Great. I'm really reassured. Maybe I should be the one doing the distracting.

[hasagoldsuit]

No, you do the running, I'll do the distracting. I'll be fine, anyway.

[...actually, he's not sure about that last part, but you never know until you try, right?]

1, is it actually OK if I say Ankh Morpork?

[inthebones]

((I'll change it if you'd rather not!))

[Susan eyes him with the same expression she gives a student with the excuse 'a troll ate my homework'.]

Did you just move here or are you particularly keen on having the Thieves' Guild get a good look at your small intestines?

It's fine! Don't worry, haha.

[hasagoldsuit]

[...well. She's got him. Clearly he's facing a cynic here, someone who's seen it all and is not impressed by what she's seen. Pretty yet prickly, probably in education, yet there's...something a little off about her that he just can't place a finger on.

When dealing with people like this, best not to get on their bad side.]

More the former than the latter. I'm rather attached to my intestines.

[Which is a lie, somewhat. He's been here for a few months now, long enough that he knows his way around and how best not to draw attention from the Thieves' Guild. Unfortunately no one told him about the werewolf in the Watch.]

[inthebones]

They all are, up to the point.

[Up to what point? No, not up to what point. Just the point of the blade. Susan tries very hard not to give in to her gut instinct of pushing past this idiot and continuing on her way.]

I can't fathom what you people see in this place. You'd be much better off seeking your fortune in Sto Lat or maybe Klatch or Uberwald.

Or, really, as far from Ankh-Morpork as you can possibly get.

[hasagoldsuit]

I've been to all those places before. It would defeat the purpose of traveling if I returned.

[Plus there's always the possibility that someone might recognize him, though it's rather low. And the next thing you know there's an angry mob forming right outside his door.]

[inthebones]

You're certainly not traveling the right way if you end up here.

As you like it, though. Remember to try some of Dibbler's meat pies.

[hasagoldsuit]

[He kind of has to agree with that.]

Oh, those. They're... [Excuse him, he's searching for the right words to describe them here.]

...well, they're definitely interesting.

[inthebones]

It's almost as if 'meat' is such a vague term that you really can't ever accuse him of being dishonest.

[hasagoldsuit]

It's...crunchy, I'll give him that. And perhaps tasty, if you stretch the meaning.

[inthebones]

It certainly takes a great deal of effort to taste, yes.

...In any case, I do believe you've seen it all already. Perhaps it's time to traipse off somewhere else.

[Yes Dibbler's pies are pretty much the only reason to visit Ankh-Morpork. Try it once, and you would never complain anything you ever ate again, even if it was made from dirt.]

[hasagoldsuit]

I've been everywhere already.

[Which is a lie. But he has been to quite a few places already. Ankh-Morpork is...well, it's a challenge, and one he's quite willing to take on.]

[inthebones]

[Susan sighs a little in exasperation.]

Do you read books at all? A mysterious stranger warning you away is a sure sign that you'd be better off circumventing the plot and starting on the sequel.

If you go around peddling this little trick again, the Watch will have you if the Thieves' Guild doesn't.

Try not to be too much of an idiot.

[hasagoldsuit]

I'll try, certainly. Thanks for the advice.

[And then he strolls away, glass ring in hand, never knowing that the Watch is closing in. Damn werewolf.

...it occurs to him, later on, that he never did find out just what was off about her.]

[inthebones]

[In 50 years, when he dies a rich man despite Susan's predictions to the contrary, he will meet someone who, perhaps, reminds him of a woman he once met on the street long, long ago, with whom he held a rather inane conversation about small intestines and Dibbler's meat pies, or perhaps those were the same things. He may realize then, who it was that he actually met that day.

If fate does not favor Susan, perhaps he will even meet her himself, carrying her Grandfather's scythe atop a white horse.

But that is a long time from now and it seems unlikely that these two will ever cross paths again.]