Salted Thief

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   The half-demon’s lips quiver upwards into a broad grin, the silvery chain’s movement paused as to clutch the piece between talon-like fingers; that same hand drawn up close against his chest in gratitude. With his right foot pivoting back, it crosses behind the opposite ankle, and his form dips low at the waist in a more than needed bow of dramatics. 

          “Well ain’t you jus’ the sweetest, y’er the first one ‘ta give me some REAL directions.”

   Straightening back up his foot gives a slight pivot as if to turn away, and follow the given directions, though, he pauses, and elongated ears give a swivel backwards.

          “–Eh? What’ya mean? This is surely related ‘ta what I needed ‘ta know.”

   Rolling his shoulders back the reddened scales that traveled up his spine flex before laying back in a fold across each next one. With a cant of his head those golden ringed loops sing with reach click together, and despite he talks to the one now stood behind him, Renwil seems to refuse to turn and actually face them, now.

          “How ‘bout we exchange some questions?”

                  Nea’s gaze slowly rises from their phone to the other as the other bows. Their eyes roll and they pull some off-brand candy from their pocket to shove it in their mouth. 

      As the other continues talking, they blankly stare, stiffing their need to call the other annoying. Finishing their current snack, they shove their hands in their pockets, giving all of their attention to the other. “ You get three questions, and no you cannot learn my name. “

        Standing and leaping onto the next roof over to follow the yelling character below, Nea caws once more (almost as a goodbye to the birds watching them). Holding out their hand, they catch a spring and look it over, then drop from the roof and roll a few feet. Rolling onto their toes, they turn and hold out the spring.

    Just some random shit

          Eyes linger a little too long, and they return to their snack. Distracted with their thoughts, they manage to bite their tongue and a very muted slurry or swears escape their mouth. Shoving their phone back in the pocket, they seem to try and look down at their tongue.

                   “ Stupid fuckin’ body. “ Grumbling, they rummage around in their many pockets to find a nicked pocket knife, cutting their apple instead of biting into it. They look back up at the crimson character and raise an eyebrow.

     HOMERIC EPITHET.

Giant Killer ---   You are nea the giant-killer. In Homer’s epics, he attributed this epithet to Hermes, the messenger god who had a secret side business in giant-killing. Hermes is considered the protector of thieves, travelers, and athletes, and enjoys things like poetry, music, and journeying to and from the Underworld just because he can.

         FATAL FLAW.

Your brutal honesty. ---    You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honorable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.

        GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH.

Murdered by accident, in Achilles’ armor  ---   One day, during the Trojan War, Achilles decides to just up and quit. He’s the greatest warrior apparently ever, so this is something of an issue. You can’t bear to watch men die in battle for Achilles’ pride, so you don his armor yourself and lead his men into battle. Everyone thinks you are Achilles, and morale is high. You die, however, because somewhere in there you remember that you’re actually terrible at fighting. Silver lining: Achilles avenges your death something FIERCE. So that's something.

          WHICH LITERARY SETTING DO YOU BELONG IN?

Juliet's Verona house  ---  You got Juliet’s house in Verona! Not only is Verona one of the most beautiful places in Italy, it’s also the setting of one of the most iconic love stories of all time—perfect for a hopeless romantic like yourself. You can walk the old-fashioned cobblestone streets, eat your weight in deliciously photogenic gelato, and look out from your balcony at night, waiting for your lover to climb up the wooden trellis and profess their undying affection. Just don’t get caught up in any ancient grudges/new mutinies—for your sake, and for the sake of students in English classes for centuries to come. 

you are drab olive #688E23

   Your dominant hues are green and yellow. There's no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don't want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again.    Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen.    Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.

             Now, Nea wasn’t one to stalk people for long periods of time. The hated learning people’s weird habits, but something had sparked their interest. Someone had told them that the Emperor had a very ‘mild’ reaction to the situation at hand so Nea wanted to investigate.

        Slinking through shadows, a skill practiced so well, the ex-convict watches the emperor carefully. However, they barely move, breathing slowly with short breaths. Their chest barely moves as they sit, waiting and watching. It doesn’t take much to be noticed, for they’ve barely avoided encounters with random employees over the last few days.