[The following role-play is rated mature for any themes including but not limited to: violence, foul language, and non-explicit sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.]
The sun had not even poked his head over the horizon when a young man rose from his thin mattress. Under normal circumstances, the teenager would never be up this early, less he had stayed up the entire night. He had been sure to go to bed early last night, and he was ready for what he planned to do this morning.
Ignatius threw off the too-thin blanket and jumped out of bed. He was careful to keep quiet as he moved about the base. The base, of course, referred to the large underground establishment that his guild had claimed. They lived in it, all outcasts of sorts, and every member of the guild was fast asleep. Everyone except for an excited Ignatius. He could not help himself. Checking to see if anyone was looking, he hurriedly made his way to the opposite side of his room, where a small pouch lay hidden behind a chest he had made himself.
Too cautious to be overconfident, Ignatius looked around him and listened for any footsteps before opening the pouch. Inside was a shining silver necklace, a birthday gift for his best friend. Iris would love it; he was sure of that. She had other necklaces that probably meant more to her, but Ignatius had gotten it for cheap--rather, he had pilfered it--and thought it the perfect accessory to accent the girl's blue eyes. He knew what Iris would say: "But Iggy, you did not have get me this." Perhaps he hadn't. He had better birthday plans for the girl.
Iris was sixteen today. It had been nine years since her town, her family, everything she had known had been destroyed by fire mages. Everyone in the guild was supportive of her, and she had certainly come a long way from the seven-year-old Ignatius had met way back when. He was proud of her, and he was going to show it today. She was sixteen. To them, sixteen was the age of adulthood. With no one to stop them, Ignatius had grand plans to take Iris on a journey. They would go to find the ones who had destroyed her home, and they would be served justice.
Like the necklace, Iris did not yet know about the journey. It was all a surprise, and he was quite looking forward to showing her. He put the necklace back in the pouch and silently made his way to Iris' room. He made no noise as he placed the pouch at the foot of her bed. She would know it was from him. He was the only one crazy enough to steal such an expensive-looking piece without selling it for a big profit. Satisfied, Ignatius left Iris' room and went out to watch the sun rise.
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