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    Another dawn broke out across the tall port city of Halin. Never truly asleep the bustling metropolis seemed to just let out a big yawn as the late shifter were bundling up and trudging their ways to bed and the early risers stretched forth towards the sky trying to capture of the sunlight and use it to fuel the beginning of their daily rituals.

    Cars and alarms blared through the smog and mists that coat the streets. Shifty eyes and even shiftier hands moved through the quickly retreating shadows taking whatever they can before the light of day spoils their presence. The sound of steel cutting leather here, sound of a heavy fist impacting flesh over there. Halin really is a city of perpetual noise, but even down here far below the penthouses and airships of the rich peace can be found. Be it in the grave or inside the large warehouse hideout of the Bay Water Bandits. Today the sun in perfectly aligned to wake two young thieves. A boy with magic in his eyes and a flute and a girl with sharply pointed ears and a pair of hand blades. They were coworkers, comrades, and occasionally friends, they formed quite a deadly duo when working the streets. But soon they would need to become more than just Thieves, they would need to become Heroes.

    The sun beamed in through the hole in the roof and slapped the young man with magic eyes fully in the face and was followed by the chill gust of a wet wind. With an annoyed shiver the boy curled up into his blanket and tried to will the sun and wind away so he could get a few more hours sleep. But the wind continued to blow through his small room and soon he growled something in a foreign languages and rolled from his small bed magic extending from his hand and forcing heavy boards over the holes in the roof and wall. He laid there on the smooth stone floor dressed in just a pair of black briefs. The cold was invigorating and soon he was on his feet and fumbling around the room pulling his scattered clothes on. He smacked the small metal partition that split the room and grumbled in a still sleepy voice.
    "Up and at'em Libby. *yawn* Boss wants to see us early for...*yawwwnnn* some shit." He grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at the small table he and his partner Libby Marin shared in their room. The Bandits have a lot of members and many of them had to bunk-up co-ed style, Whistler much preferred the quiet Half-Elf to damn near all the others. He at least knew she wouldn't cut his throat in his sleep.
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    Deep in a dream-filled slumber, Libby Marin laid motionless on her corner cot, the gentle rise and fall of her chest being the only sign to any onlooker that she was even still alive. It almost seemed as if nothing could wake her—not the bite of the cold wind nor the scratchy discomfort of her mattress. Yet, the verbal beckoning from her partner-in-crime stirred her. The sound of his voice echoed within her mind, causing her to mewl like some snuggly kitten until her lids finally flicked open.

    The sun was exceptionally bright today, Libby soon found. Squinting as she shuffled up from her sleeping position, the girl looked over at her roommate in mild disorientation. A few moments of silence passed before she smirked warmly, her eyes quickly becoming flooded with amusement.

    “Morning, Merning.”

    The alliteration of the greeting made the half-elf chuckle a bit.

    Libby then rose to her feet, still fully dressed in her clothing from the day before. She had been so exhausted that she had not even bothered to change into pyjamas, instead slumping into bed as heavily as some stone flung into a creek.

    “What does he want?” she continued in a light-hearted manner, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Three swift paces then led her to the window of their room, from which she gazed out into the organised chaos that was the city of Halin.

    Libby blinked as the warm sun lightly caressed her face, and she awaited Whistler’s reply.
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    Whistler chuckled.
    "You love saying that." She's said it every morning since they've been paired off and that was two years ago. You'd think it would get annoying, but Libby had a nice voice so the boy didn't mind much. At least not as much as he minded waking up the crack of freakin' dawn for some special fetch mission. The Mage finished his water and chucked the bottle before going back to his bunk and grabbed his cleaver, pan pipe, and the small satchel that carried his penknife, compass, lockpicks, and the small wooden puppets. He slipped the pipes into his satchel, attached the cleaver and it's sheath to his belt and leg then reaching under his pillow he pulled out his mother's amulet. It was a simple bauble of ivory with the image of a dancing puppet in the purple gem.

    It was supposedly a magical amulet that made his puppets stronger, but he never learned how to activate it, so no he just kept it as a good luck charm. Putting it around his neck and under his shirt he shrugged at the pretty Half-Elf. "I don't have a damn clue, he just said we needed to be in the Bounty Room shortly after dawn with all our gear and tools with us. So let's get rolling." He grabbed a couple more bottle of water and put them into his bag before stretching tall and yawning loudly again feeling all his joints pop pleasantly.


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    Libby studied Whistler’s movements with the most curious of eyes.

    “Ye. Perhaps a wee bit,” she responded, lightheartedly.

    The short-haired girl then wrinkled her nose in silent wonder, considering the amulet the lad hastily hid beneath his garment. Of course, she had noticed the stone before, several times; but had thought it rude to inquire about the strange effect, thus far.

    Yet she was curious as all hell.

    “Apple?”

    Libby suddenly tossed a piece of fruit to Whistler, seemingly out of nowhere, from someplace behind her back. As he had been tussling through his things, she too had begun to fetch her own items, and happened upon her private fruit stash.

    She reached for a peach, and bit into it heartily.

    Shame there is no time for a proper breakfast, she thought to herself as she chewed, quietly, the juice from the fruit running down onto her chin. Nor time for a proper wash, either. Yet, did any of that even matter at the end of the day, honestly? The types of jobs that the Bay Water Bandits had her doing thus far had been rather... grimy, to say the least. Perhaps it was better to wait to wash until after the job was complete.

    Whatever that job was.

    Running her fingers through her hair, Libby gave a bemused sigh which was soon punctuated with a small smile.

    “Well? Let’s go see what this arsehole has in store.”

    Then without a second thought, the girl began exiting the room as she beckoned the lad to follow.
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    Whistler caught the apple and took a big bite out of it. The girl's ability to magically have food always astonished him. But he never questioned it, bopping up he walked side-by-side with Libby and after locking the door of their shared room he walked along eating his apple merrily.

    The hideout of the Bandits may look like a ramshackle warehouse on the outside. But inside it was a full miniature city going underground for a mile or so. The top part were rooms and messhalls, they were on the top so any time their secret got out the Bandits could be gone before the Black Jackets nicked them. So far it's never happened, but Rike hasn't kept the gang going this long leaving things to chance.

    Below the residential section was a few layers of marketplace stalls and even a few brick and mortar shops. Rich smells of cooking meat and veggies filled the air and the sound of vendors trying to get customers to buy their wares and a few guards wearing the modified metal/leather armor of the Bay Water Bandits their rifles and weapons openly on display. Many people down here were poor sods like the rest of them, but Whistler noticed a few rich people incognito shopping the best black market in Halin.

    The pair walked past many people they knew and gave nods in greeting. Rike's office and the Bounty Room was on the bottom floor of base. The six guards they passed recognized them and once Whistler told them of their appointment with the boss they were led into the Bounty Room.
    Rike was standing at the head of a long table on which a long map of Halin was set out. It was full of pins and pencils marks. This was Rike's master plan for Halin, where he was systematically robbing the rich blind and uplifting the poor. Only the boss knew the full plan, but grunts like Whistler and Libby were given pieces to follow.

    He nodded to the teenagers motioning for them to join him. They joined him at the head and pointed to an apartment in one of the middle class levels in Halin.
    "Got a long con for you two. And being so close to each other will be essential. At dusk you two are gonna be transported to the Bluefin Apartment complex and live among the middle classers gathering intel on an organization called the Golden Crests. They're like us, only they work in the opposite direction, they're lapdogs for the rich banker Rizzol and his investor buddies. They hustle and strong arm poor people to join Rizzol's Banks where they get their entire life savings skimmed until they're broke and need to become indentured servants to the big wigs."

    Whistler grunted lightly crossing his arms over his chest.
    "Boy doesn't that sound familiar?"


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    For the entirety of that walk, Libby traipsed alongside Whistler, intensely mindful of the sights, scents, and sounds that loomed around her in this place. This was the cacophony that was the Bay Water Bandit’s hideout; and it was incredibly intoxicating in its own thuggish sort of way. Sure, this Lair of Thieves may sometimes be damp and dingy (and filled to the brim with some unsavoury characters), but it was raw. It was honest, ironically enough; and now it was home.

    So the girl had slowly learned to thoroughly enjoy the rather inelegant vibrancy of being a Bay Water Bandit. She was breathing in the environment around her—both literally and metaphorically—only to suddenly notice the delicious smell of rosemary bread loaves baking somewhere nearby. Ho lee shit, did it smell delicious. It was times like these that she wished she could turn off her sensory skills, because they were extremely distracting at times.

    So much so that she could could not pay attention to much else, and barely even noticed when they had finally arrived at the entrance of the Bounty Room. The girl went smack right into Whistler as he halted, causing her to mumble an apology while the door creaked open.

    It was Rike.

    He was quite the daunting figure and, blinking up at him, Libby tried to hide the meekness she always seemed to feel in his presence. As the two young thieves were escorted in, she remained lost in her own little world, wondering in silence. Why had they been summoned so early? That meant he had something important for them to do, right? Perhaps she would have a chance to finally impress him!

    And by him, Libby was thinking of Rike. She felt as if she owed him a lot, because... well, wasn’t he the one who had helped her finally have some sort of stability in her life? Wasn’t it he who thought she was worth her weight in this underworld, when it seemed like so many others did not?

    So as Rike continued voicing his plans, Libby began to ignore her sense of smell and turned to her senses of sound and sight. She got lost in the way that he sounded, in the way that he looked, and zoned out as she gazed at him in a sort of blooming admiration (that may have been noticeable, or perhaps not). Why was she always so tongue-tied when he was around? She couldn’t help but feel infatuated by the way he seemed to garner so much respect.

    “Hm?” the half-elf responded after her long bout of silence, realising that Whistler had said something. She responded, in kind. “Oh. Um. Yeah. Sure.”

    Libby then turned over to Rike, and blurted out a bit too eagerly:

    “We can do that! No problem...”

    She then pulled out another apple from her pack, and one of her daggers. The blade was immaculately polished, and she used it to coyly cut off a slice before handing it to...

    “...er, Rike.”
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    Rike smirked under his hood taking the apple slice from the odd girl. He often worried she was too soft and genuine to be a good thief. And if wasn't for her friendship with Whistler who has as hard and deceptive as Linny wasn't he mmight've put her to work in a local brothel just to keep her head attached to her shoulders. As either a kitchen worker, maid, or even a working girl she would've done well.

    Luckily though he kept her on as a thief all those years ago because these two teens were the best team of Thieves he had and they were close enough to pass as the couple he needed. He tossed the pair a couple of sealed envelopes and popped the bit of fruit into his mouth crunching it merrily. Where did she always find such fresh fruit? He watched the pair open the folders and nodded as Whistler was the first to answer incredulity heavy in his voice.
    "You want us to play a newly wed couple named the Axins. And you figured Barthalemew was a good name for a janitor at the Rizzol Bank?"

    Rike nodded watching Whistler pour out the rest of the envelopes contents which included employee badges, a gym membership, and a registration card for a middle class bar's billard league. "Yes, they'll call you Bart and it's one of the code words you'll need for your contact up there. It'll also give you deeper access to the bank."

    Whistler scoffed lightly the name sounded so pretentious. He looked over at Libby curious what she got landed with.
    "So what stupid name and job did he give you?"

    It's a good thing Rike liked them or Whistler's lip would've gotten him beaten many times before now.


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    Libby's eyes noticeably brightened when Rike accepted her gesture with a smile. She had half expected the man to brush her off, so she couldn't help but glean encouragement from the contemplative look in his eyes.

    She wondered what he was thinking as he considered her. He seemed to be internally assessing something, and the fleeting moments of direct attention felt like a good omen of things to come. The girl smiled warmly back as she accepted the folder, but also shivered as she felt her heart beat in her throat. Whether this fluttering was caused by anticipation, fear, or fondness... well, even she herself was not entirely sure.

    But she did know one thing: this was her chance to finally solidify a bit of status for herself around this crazy place. She hated the feelings of inadequacy and irrelevance that she experienced all too often whilst comparing herself to some of the others who really shined around here (not naming any names). She longed for an opportunity to do something bigger and better; something just... just more.

    Because who wanted to be cooped up in those drafty living quarters forever? (No offense to Whistler, of course. He had always been nice enough.) But this was her chance to prove herself as deserving; so she just had to do amazingly well. She wanted to impress Rike so badly... especially after that one mess up of hers a while back. (The one she hated being brought up in conversation.)

    "Er, it's... Elisa," she said matter of factly as she ripped open the folder and began to read what was listed inside. "And Elisa is a... waitress at a nearby cafe called Deja Vķ."

    Ugh.

    The feelings of irrelevance were suddenly beginning to seep in again. Sure, she was growing tired of low-tier thievery, but cleaning up people's messes seemed even less appealing.

    Hmm. Oh, well. It could be worse, she supposed. Look at what Whistler had to clean, hah hah!

    Libby flashed her roommate a competitive grin that teased him regarding that fact. Her eyes even seemed to sparkle a bit, nonverbally challenging him to watch this.

    "I don't know why Whistler has to be so ungrateful to you all the time," she chimed, turning to respond to the offer. She took a few short steps closer to Rike, doing her best to put on a confident smile. She really was laying it on thick, and all in hopes that the formidable man might promote her, eventually. Hell, she even would settle for a bit of the appreciation she always ached for.

    "I, for one, am eager for the opportunity. Thank you so much! I won't let you down."
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    Whistler smirked and rolled his eyes at Libby. She had the biggest crush on Rike or she was desperate for a father figure and he fit the bill...or maybe it was both. The very idea made the young wizard's brain sore so he simply pocketed his new identity waiting for his new wife to get the stars out of her eyes.

    Rike on the other hand was deeply amused and patted the thin girl's shoulder. "I'm sure you won't Libby, as for Whistler, I don't mind too much. Those with magic are sometimes worth the guff they give, but he'll be your problem for however long we need you two undercover. Now go and prepare, you'll need to pass as a believable couple in deep love with each other. That means all the hugs, kisses, and public declarations of love you can muster whole not being over the top. Also might help to learn each other's fabricated backstories."

    Whistler scoffed again.
    "You woke us up at dawn to give us homework? Couldn't we have done all this later?"

    Rike shook his head pointing at the packets.
    "No big mouth we couldn't. You two need to study those and practice them, we're sending you on supply runs so you can practice being a couple. It'll build up your combined histories of coming from the depths of poverty by working your fingers to the bone to earn a place in the Bluefin Apartments, that kind of nose the grind attitude is what Rizzol and his goons look for in their targets. Young people too busy working yourselves to death to notice their money being stolen. Dismissed."

    Whistled nodded and walked up to Libby flicking her in her pointed ear.
    "Come on suck-up we need to go learn how to be man and wife." He quickly grabbed her hand lacing their fingers and leading her out of the bounty room.


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    After the subject of his magic had been brought up, Libby suddenly turned quiet, only offering a light nod in response to what was being said. So Whistler could get away with saying whatever he wanted, just because of his magic? Rike obviously thought so. How convenient.

    "Quit that," the half-elf muttered in reaction to his ear flick, swatting the lad's hand as she would a fly. It was times like this that she really regretted cutting off her long, flowing hair. While it had been impractical in so many ways, she could at least use it to hide her ears when she felt like it.

    "Who's a suck up?" she responded as Whistler voiced his next notion, her tone sounding as if she was in mild denial. Still, Libby hoped Rike didn't hear him say that.

    She didn't have time to consider much more after that, though; because before she knew it, she was being seized and towed away her roommate.

    "Where you taking me?" she inquired a few seconds into the walk, sporting a half-smile and a raising a brow in playful skepticism. "Why don't you just poof us there, Mister Magic?"
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