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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/11/2018 11:59:38 AM
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Dale checked his watch, almost losing the teen in the process... He'd have to be careful. However the wallet taken from the other poor citizens only confirmed his suspicions. Oh well, he had time. Shaking the stone, he would see where his wallet was by the trailing to the exact pocket or waistband. Perhaps he could get it without trouble, without force. He quickly macerated his way through the crowd once more. Eventually matching the teen's speed, and keeping close to the thief. He had pocketed a few wallets in his younger years, nothing as quick and major as the person in front of him, but he knew how...
No, he felt too dirty. Once more his hand made contact with the shoulder, steering the thief to the side of the crowd, as a father would with a misbehaving child. Rather than talking, he reached for where the line ended and pulled out his wallet, keeping it tight in his hand.
"Sorry, I couldn't take it anymore. You pinch the money yet?"
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[i]The boy’s face went visibly red with surprise. He’d also been caught in the view of his companion, who merely crossed her arms and leaned against the side of a building, a stupid grin across her lips. She was going to enjoy this. The boy on the other hand was surprised when the man reached into his hoodie’s pocket for his wallet back. He seemed a little reluctant to speak.[/i]
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"Ah- sorry." Dale let go, opening his wallet and putting aren dollar bill where his wallet once was. It seemed that despite the thievery, he respected someone with the guts to steal from the large man with the sword. "I'd let it go, but I've got some personal things here, so I'm sure you understand." The man held out his hand, the process seemingly only taking a few seconds. The thief had a few choices, one being running away, but starting so close, the man could probably catch an arm or piece of clothing. "Name's Dale, if you need a place to stay, the Good Knight's Night always has an extra bed for the mode who need it."
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[i]What appeared as niceties to the boy’s companion drew a noticeable frown on her face. She was more or less hoping to watch him get his ass kicked. So much for that. The boy on the other hand, was thankful that the man he’d stolen from wasn’t planning on kicking his ass.[/i] “Thanks...” [i]He muttered, hardly above a whisper.[/i]
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"Pinching your money leads to bat habits. Habits which can take a dark turn. Jail ain't fun." The man sighed, giving the teen a light punch to the shoulder, though despite the look, there was certainly force behind it. "The meals are crappy."
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“Can’t go to jail if they can’t catch you.” [i]He said, offering a mischievous grin.[/i] “Besides, I think I’ve seen a lot worse than a jail cell.” [i]The boy replied, though there was a seriousness in his tone.[/i]
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Dale did not return the grin. The only expression on his face was a stone cold mask. He leaned in towards the teen, an grabbed the shoulder once more, this time with added pressure. "Worse than jail? You'd have to commit some pretty bad crimes to go to places like that." The voice dropped to a whisper when he spoke next, to avoid attention. "What have you seen?"
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“Oh only the aftermath of the Third World War, my parents killed, the criminal underground, killer robots, assassin guilds, and mercenaries. Nothing too crazy.” [i]He remarked, completely deadpan.[/i]
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"You shouldn't speak so lightly. Shrugging off pain only makes it worse later on down the line." The man let go, wiping the hand he had grabbed the thief with on his pants. "I just hope you didn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it."
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“No. I don’t like killing. Don’t really like even hurting people.” [i]He replied, a bit more quietly and honestly.[/i]
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Dale crossed his arms, exhaling with a sigh of relief. He wasn't dealing with a murderer, unless the teen was as good at lying as the previous incident. For now, he decided to trust him. "No parents? No wonder you're pinching pockets..." Thinking for a moment, he put out his hand, as a sign of piece. "Again, I'm Dale, but I never got your name. It's not much, but I co-run a tavern in town. We're always in need of extra hands, and it provides decent pay and a bed. Even if you don't want the job, we're always open for people who need shelter or a talk."
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“Well... not biological parents... I guess I have parents again?” [i]The boy stopped for a minute, but then decided to return the handshake.[/i] “I’m just visiting... I don’t live around here.” [i]He said, almost awkwardly.[/i] “My name’s... uh... Miles...” [i]He said, a bit unsure of the much larger man.[/i]
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"Miles... Do your parents know you are pinching pockets? I'd certainly hope not." The man gave a firm shake and let go, taking a look around the square, as people began to notice the lingerers. Scratching the back of his head, the man spoke again. "Good Knight's Night, 'case you need anything."
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“More or less?” [i]He said with a shrug and a mischievous grin. He didn’t really want to name-drop the two he spent the majority of his time with, and so he didn’t.[/i]
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"Hm... I won't comment on your parents' parenting ability, certainly not something I have experience in myself. However, I'd stay off the pockets for now. Surely you've seen what a petty thief earns here in a world of anarchy. A missing hand or head, that's what. Lucky, you've been." He sighed, heaving his massive barrel of a chest and running a hand through the thick red hair. "Keep safe. My offer will always stand." With that, he began walking off, with a final wave, and pat to make sure his wallet was still there. [spoiler]Sorry, notifs have been wack, missed Jen's and yours, no alert for when they came. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End. All good fam I’ve been busy and tired. I’m remembering how much college sucks for the fourth time.[/spoiler]
