Pop Go The Weasels [open]

[Promeleon]

Caspien leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, feeling the slightest of specks of rain against his exposed face. The country of water could suck a dick. It had been an unpleasant experience since his arrival, and the fact that Barghest was enjoying it simply furthered his frustration. There could be no enjoyment in being slightly moist at all times, unknowingly soaking up the mist any time you stepped outside. He could not wait to be back inside and dry, his body was not built to spend so long out in the cold, and his choice of clothing and equipment could attest to that. His usually sharp blonde hair was tied back by a hair elastic. It still stuck out in places but the bun contained most of the shocking blonde hair. The chest rig hung tightly against his chest, twenty eight knives positioned handily within reach if he needed them. The map was still neatly folded in the pouch at the back. The long sleeved black polyester sports jacket sat over top, hiding what would otherwise be a rather conspicuous arsenal. Only the keenest of eyes would be able to see it beneath his clothing. If it were the chest rig alone, his arsenal might not have been pushing his luck, but the five knives in his right sleeve, four of which were hooked up to a wrist holster, and the six knives in his left, which possessed yet another holster, had gone a little overboard.

The jacket hung slightly over his utility belt, the black fibers of which blended nicely with the black pants. In the belt was the usual continuation of his arsenal, featuring a pouch of ten small marbles, a multi-tool, gyrocompass, three spring razors, a smoke pouch, an incendiary pouch, a goo pouch and finally a flash pouch. All of which sat neatly next to his lockpicking set. The only possession he had left was sitting firmly in his left hand, his slender fingers supporting the pages while his thumb pressed into the inside of the spine, spreading the paper so he could read. The B.I.N.G.O. book was always a favourite of his to read. Most of the pages had been imprinted on his mind, but a refresher would never hurt. In the land of water country he had heard a few names that sounded familiar, and while he had been here, waiting for the stupid dog to find its way back to him, he thought he would take a look around. His thumb slid from between the pages of the book and he set it down gently on the cool glass table. The cafe he currently found himself in was quite pleasant, the gentle aroma of sweetened chocolate from their fresh baked goods had been difficult to resist, but he reminded himself to take a sample on his way out. On the house of course.  Caspien did not feel as though staying here any longer would be beneficial.  Perhaps he had hoped to overhear some conversation, though even he needed to admit that the chances of that were bullshit.  

Standing up, he stretched out, then he reached for the book and slipped it into his jacket, readying himself to leave.  He assessed all of the people in the room, none of which were too attentive, busy chatting with others about whichever inane thing entertained their dumbass minds.  It was with almost no effort that his hands slipped into one of the bell jar containers and removed the contents.  When he found himself on the street, he enjoyed his snack as he walked aimlessly, keeping an eye out for something interesting to check out.  This street happened to be one of the wealthier ones, there must have been something here worthwhile that he could investigate and make a little profit from.  There were plenty of people, maybe they would have something on them.  His placid face broke out in to the first grin in the last twenty minutes, the corners of his mouth slowly creeping up, revealing his devilish smile that could chill a fire.  His long fingers danced excitedly by his side at the prospect of doing a little well earned burglary.  

[Promeleon]

Tracking |109|
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: Characters use this skill to follow the trail of animals and other persons.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Can be learned by an Animal. Tracking means the user found a trail if they gain the check, while failure means they did not. If user fails this initial skill check, they simply cannot find that particular trail. After finding a trail, further checks may be necessary depending on the situation. Darkness, falling rain/snow, a dust storm, moving from one terrain to another (such as from sand to rock), one trail splitting into 2 or crossing water are examples why a user might need another Tracking check. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

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Barghest stomped on the cobblestone earth in the center of the walkway. The rain really fucked with his nose, even his keen sense of smell was useless when everything was all wet. The stupid blonde had been easy to track this far into the village, and he prided himself on being undetectable. Once he had tracked the man to the limits of whatever this shit hole was, the water had finally made him too hard to follow by scent alone. Now he had to look for clues. The weather was blue, so it was blues clues. There had been no luck for the first little while of his search, and he had almost given off and wandered back into the forest when he had discovered the scent was no longer powerful enough to track. He had not thought that there would be any other way of tracking the idiot by anything other than his scent, not because Caspien excelled at espionage, but because it had not crossed his mind that there were other techniques to do this. Now that he had thought of it, finding that moron would be as simple as him.

There were a lot of distractions in this place, there had been a lot of people paying attention to him too, though they mostly backed off as he growled and stormed through the street with as close to a scowl as a dog could form.  With the steam pouring off of his body, he was sure to look like some sort of demon dog.  There were a lot more people out in the rain in this town than he thought there would be, it was very annoying, as it made for such asn abundance of smells, that he could not distinguish one from another, especially when rain muddied everything up.  The sound of the rain gave him a sense of ease that he had never quite experienced before, he wanted to eat, yes, but it seemed like too much trouble to go through to try and eat one of these humans, even one of the small ones.  This moment of peace did allow for proper searching, as he was not looking for food, he was searching for his idiot food ticket.  The thick metal collar on his neck rattled as he shook his head, trying to get the water off of his face. 

His leather like nose pressed into the ground, his olfactory sense working overdrive in an attempt to try and get some sort of idea about the location of his charge.  There were no scents of him in the air, the next best smell would be copious amounts of blood.  While it was not usually the humans job to be violent, when a situation called for it, those knives of his were unforgiving.  Though the coppery tinge of blood was in the air, it was surprisingly abundant throughout the city, too many sources to even get a clue from.  There was not much going on in the dogs head, he had used up all of his thinking power and now he was as stunned as the blonde idiot around shiny shit.   A pause.  Barghest looked to his left and then to his right, the people who edged back from him as he looked were ignored.  If he wanted to find Caspien, he needed to find the shiniest and most expensive thing in the city.  It was not much to go on, but it was a start, and with that in mind he continued plodding along the cobble roads, nose pressed into the earth, ears open for the slightest sound of coins jingling. 

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Caspien looked at the dumbass mutt as it wandered around the roads looking for him, it was supposed to be an expert at tracking and it was proving itself to be anything but at the moment.  The dog was retarded, which was fine, he could find a use for anyone, but he had been fairly certain that the dog was an able tracker.  He had not even been hiding his tracks and the useless fleabag could not even follow the clearly obvious signs.  His hawkish eyes wandered over to the grass on the eastern flank besides the gates, where he had knowingly left his boot prints pointing right under the branches of a very low hanging tree.   There were not too many other things around here that would haven any reason to go that far under the branches, and he knew that Barghest loved to pee on everything, and he had expected the stupid dog to piss as soon as he entered the place, and the tree there would have been the most predictable spot for him to go.  The thief cursed the dogs unpredictable stupidity, why had it chosen now of all times to use its pea brain instead of just following its instincts like it always did. 

A derisive snort escaped him and the beige head of the dog snapped up, his beady black eyes meeting the inky depth less pools of Caspiens own.   The dog growled and sprinted forwards, teeth bared and tail frantically trying to steer his hulky body towards the lithe con man.  Sensing that this was going to be trouble, the sneaky blonde moved swiftly, scaling the building next to him, his hands deftly catching onto the holds, allowing him to climb fluidly.  The dog leaped and snapped at his right ankle as he scrambled up the wall, his teeth inches away from tearing his entire foot off.  The rogue swore, while the dog just continued growling, staring up at him with his hungry eyes.  So it was pissed, but that was its default setting, so it did not concern him as much as it should have done, especially now that he was climbing atop a short building, the side of a store of some sort.  He sat at the edge and dangled his feet down, staring down t the stupid moot.

"OI!  Fucking prick, if you do that shit again I will eat you alive"

The dog growled loudly and the sat down, accepting the truce between the two.  Caspien waited another minute before showing any signs he was coming down.  The dog was a moron, but it was surprisingly patient and good at playing idle until food walked right into its mouth.  His feet hit the stone with nary a whisper and he looked down at the dog by his side, he would be amicable enough for now, at least if his luck was not pressed.  The two walked through the streets, with Barghest surprisingly reading the mood and staying silent an the thief did his thing.  His ears perked at any information he could deem sensitive.  There had to be someone outside of the gates who he could find, he just needed to keep his ears open.