The Third X; The King of Thieves, Bakurah's Deceit
OOC: WARNING, BAKURA-CENTERED FICT! Oh and thanks again for the reviews!
Bakurah was still restless from his kill the prior day, and had yet to find the treasure he desired. The ring gleamed in the sunlight, "I want it's power.. but were is it hidden?" he mumbled to himself as he walked through the street and pretended to look at the stalls. His clothing was more lavish than before, he wore these when he went into the market, along with a crimson sash around his left arm to mark him as untouchable to any thieves that happened to stumble by unless they sought out death.
Bakurah grumbled and made his way into the shop on the far end, the gold trinkets glittered in candle-light as he greedily looked at them out of the corner of his eye. He walked up to the shop mistress. She was a well known sorceress and he knew to cross anybody but her. "Ma'ala It'Suki!" He greeted on his knees, eyes bowed in respect, Ma'ala waved an aristocratic hand and glared angrily, "Bakurah, what have you done this time!?" she asked him in a scolding way and he smiled sweetly, innocence and hurt seemed to emanate from his very core, but she wasn't up for his follies.
Bakurah smiled charmingly, and offered her a ruby sheath to go with the dagger he gave her the day before. Ma'ala raised an eyebrow and Bakurah stated, "I want you to rid the world of the knowledge that the Mazaki family existed, and I want you to erase the memory of a foolish young girl, Anzu." Ma'ala raised an eyebrow, "It'll cost much more than just a sheath for that." She stated. A large polished sapphire was placed on her counter. "I'll be done in the morning, but I can't guarantee anything for the girl, she'll make up most of her childhood but she may remember some truth." Bakurah nodded and added another, although smaller, sapphire for good measure before leaving the way he came.
OOC: WARNING, BAKURA-CENTERED FICT! Oh and thanks again for the reviews!
Bakurah was still restless from his kill the prior day, and had yet to find the treasure he desired. The ring gleamed in the sunlight, "I want it's power.. but were is it hidden?" he mumbled to himself as he walked through the street and pretended to look at the stalls. His clothing was more lavish than before, he wore these when he went into the market, along with a crimson sash around his left arm to mark him as untouchable to any thieves that happened to stumble by unless they sought out death.
Bakurah grumbled and made his way into the shop on the far end, the gold trinkets glittered in candle-light as he greedily looked at them out of the corner of his eye. He walked up to the shop mistress. She was a well known sorceress and he knew to cross anybody but her. "Ma'ala It'Suki!" He greeted on his knees, eyes bowed in respect, Ma'ala waved an aristocratic hand and glared angrily, "Bakurah, what have you done this time!?" she asked him in a scolding way and he smiled sweetly, innocence and hurt seemed to emanate from his very core, but she wasn't up for his follies.
Bakurah smiled charmingly, and offered her a ruby sheath to go with the dagger he gave her the day before. Ma'ala raised an eyebrow and Bakurah stated, "I want you to rid the world of the knowledge that the Mazaki family existed, and I want you to erase the memory of a foolish young girl, Anzu." Ma'ala raised an eyebrow, "It'll cost much more than just a sheath for that." She stated. A large polished sapphire was placed on her counter. "I'll be done in the morning, but I can't guarantee anything for the girl, she'll make up most of her childhood but she may remember some truth." Bakurah nodded and added another, although smaller, sapphire for good measure before leaving the way he came.