<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: 23 Dyo, 81380 Who: Ador-Kal Lorasti (May be putting in other characters later) Where: Docks of Terhesian Port Wearing: Sleeveless white top, and sandblasted jeans. Black thongs.</td></tr></table> Ador-Kal strode confidently along the docks at Terhesian Port. She looked at the crumpled letter she had in her pocket once more. It seemed to say what she wanted it to say. She went to sit down on a bench, waiting for the person who had sought her out and bullied her into this meeting through countless letters and whispered messages. She started walking away when a thill came and sat next to her on the bench, but she changed her mind. Ador-Kal propped her hands on her hips, and asked, "You're the one who wants to talk to me?"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Character: Toxica Yaxah Wearing: Black Tank Top, Long Jeans with ripped knees and cuffs. Also wearing wooden ring, painted gold.</td></tr></table> <span style='color:green'>"Yes, unless you aren't Ador-Kal Lorasti. Assuming that you are,"</span> the thill reached into her denim pocket and pulled out a small glittering stone. <span style='color:green'>"I have a proposition for you. Before we go any further, if you squeal you'll pay in more than dollars."</span>
"Don't double-bluff me Toxica. I know a lot more about you that you would care to know." Ador-Kal felt a glee inside her, because the words were truth. Through her dealings with one of her close friends on the inside, she had found out many facts about many people in the business. When she saw Toxica, she knew at once that was the thill's name due to the description she had been given. "Because I major in Escape Artistry, that's why I haven't been caught yet. But you major in Con Artistry, and you can't con me." While she was talking with the teenage thill, Ador-Kal moved her feet in position to run. You never knew when you could be in trouble in this business.
Toxica laughed, much more warmly than a stereotype criminal would. <span style='color:green'>"Well, you're not a poser. Or a squealer, it would seem. Can you tell me what this stone is? In the slight chance you can't, it is a sapphire. Surprisingly, not a forged one. I have twenty of these babies at home. Perfect to compare fakes to. Your secondary trade is forging, and I hear you're bloody good at it. You share your gift, I share the profits. And trust me, I've been conned once, just once. That's pretty good when you live in the Black Market for twelve years. And I've gained enough money to live comfortably. So, are you in?"</span>
Ador-Kal considered Toxica's offer, and ignored the barbed insult she had poked her with. She took the stone, looking it over in her hand and laughed, a frigid laugh. "You say it is not a forgery?" She laughed again. "You are so, so, wrong Toxica. Look here." She pointed at a barely visible scratch on the sapphire. "That is a mark of a forger. Not just any forger. It was me." She looked up at the thill. "Now you have been conned twice in your life."
Toxica looked down at the tiny jewel. Damn, the thill was right. Why ws she such a retard? Arrogance, she answered herself. Her cheeks went red underneath her dark grey fur. <span style='color:green'>"Correction, the jewelery shop has been conned. Alberta's is of the highest quality, and I don't think she wants to sell fakes."</span> A lie, she bought it from the Black Market. No worry, hypnotism helps in persuasion. She looked the other thill in the eye, and put that convincing look on her face. Escape Artist or not, you are always convinced by hypnotism.
Ador-Kal immediately believed the thill. She didn't know why, but she just accepted that. Her subconscious was screaming out at her, but she ignored it. Curiously, she looked at Toxica, and asked, "How did you get the money?"
<span style='color:green'>"Easily. You forget my expertise in Con Artistry. And how does a crook like us get money?"</span>
Ador-Kal smiled. She knew Toxica was hinting at something. And she knew what that something was. Her stance became more trustworthy, so she could show Toxica she trusted her. No farther than she could throw her, at least. "I've got someone that I think you should meet, Toxica."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>A few minutes later</td></tr></table> Toxica followed the taller thill into a police station. She felt like hitting her. What the hell happened? First the person tricks her, then turns her in? She didn't though, she didn't know how kindly the police would take to abuse inside the station. She followed Ador-Kal into a dimly lit room, and saw a familiar face there. <span style='color:green'>"Polgara,"</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Polgara Gadedra, wearing feminine black and white suit.</td></tr></table> Polgara rested her feet up on the desk. It was a normal day for her, filled with complaining citizens and sullen criminals. Until one of her contacts, Ador-Kal Lorasti walked into her office with Toxica Yazah in tow. <span style='color:yellow'>"Well, hello, young Toxica,"</span> she said, her musical voice reverberating around the not-well-lit room. <span style='color:yellow'>"And Ador. Nice to see you too."</span> Ador reacted rather quickly, and looked from one thill to the other. <span style='color:green'>"You know each other?"</span> she asked, stunned. Polgara nodded. <span style='color:yellow'>"Toxica here has been in a lot of trouble before, and I was obliged to get her out of it. Actually, some of my contacts insisted."</span> She then raised her voice, and yelled, <span style='color:yellow'>"Gisela Iravisc! Get in here now!"</span> She then lowered her voice and kept talking in a normal tone. "<span style='color:yellow'>So, how is everyone?"</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Too many characters Naomi</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Good point. But Gisela will be briefly in and out, and that's all. :P I have too many interconnected characters.</td></tr></table>
A young brown arden poked his head around the corner. "Um ... Detective Gadedra, Miss Iravisc isn't here today," he said timidly, before exiting the room. <span style='color:yellow'>"Ah, well."</span> Polgara sighed and flapped her hand. <span style='color:yellow'>"I did so wish for you to meet Gisela, but anyway. Take a seat."</span>
Toxica did as she was told, and rested her head on her hand. She tapped her fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently. <span style='color:green'>"So, Pol, whats the news today? No ones dead, we can rule out that. Kidnapping, maybe?"</span>
Polgara looked at Toxica, a hint of cynicism in her gaze, as she smiled faintly. "Toxica, don't worry. I just wanted to talk. You have been active, haven't you?" She smirked at the grey thill. Ador-Kal looked at the shorter Toxica, a smile perceptibly flickering around the edges of her face. "Well, she's been trying to make me forge copies of a sapphire from Alberta's, if it makes you happy to know, Pol." Ador stuck her tongue out at Toxica, and waited for her response.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>You love your cynicism, don't you?:musicnote: </td></tr></table> Toxica rolled her green eyes. <span style='color:green'>"Let's keep the, ahem, unpleasantness about that to ourselves, Ador."</span> She shot her a look that meant she was serious, then turned back to Polgara. <span style='color:green'>"If you want to talk, then what about? It's not your style to just talk to say hello."</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Yep. That's Cynical Naomi for ya. :P</td></tr></table> Polgara gazed pensively at Toxica. <span style='color:yellow'>"Very well, if you're that impatient. I need someone to steal something."</span> <span style='color:green'>"Really?"</span> Ador asked, a light in her eyes. <span style='color:yellow'>"No. Toxica, stop being so mistrusting. Why don't you think of a reason why I asked you here?"</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"Very good Toxica! A plus!"</span> Polgara said, clapping her hands sarcastically. <span style='color:yellow'>"Well, Toxica, I expect a 20 percent share in the profits. And no questions."</span>
