Chapter four: Daggers and Thieves
Aight my home dawgs, you are in for another VERY LONG chapter. I just realized that I never gave an explanation for how Kara looked so here goes. She's about fifteen, with stick straight black hair going to her mid back or so. about 5'8" with light blue eyes that turn darker when she gets pissed off. Pretty athletic. as you can see and um. really flexible. I think that's it. WOOHOO!!!! I'm done! Now I think that I am gonna bring someone else here. any suggestions? I think that she'll be a seer, a real powerful one.. Hmmmm.. Think think think think think.
Disclaimer: I own none of Tamora Pierce's stuff. I got in trouble last month for stealing Numair and putting him in my room so now I have to pay for him. damn attorneys...
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"Yes, you have it alright," Numair Salmalin said, examining her hands, "And you're quite strong in it too. And you said that you DON'T have the Gift in your world?"
"Well," Kara replied thoughtfully, "we DO have some people like that. but it isn't as you mean. For us, it is mostly seers and a few people with telekinetic powers but that's about it, and they're really rare." She looked at her hands, "So I have the Gift? Sweet!" Numair looked at her inquiringly.
"Ummm. sweet means good. It's slang in our world. I tend to use it a lot." The mage nodded, "So what other words do you use?"
"I'll tell you later ok?" Kara replied, quickly getting up and pacing around the room. She didn't want Daine to get mad at her for being too close to her guy. That would be VERY bad. "So do I have a lot?"
"Of what?" Numair asked.
"Of the Gift you dolt," Kara said exasperatedly, picking up Numair's staff from the corner and spinning it between her fingers.
"Well, it isn't really a matter of whether you have a little or a lot since it can't be measured but yes, you are strong in the Gift." Numair stood up and took his staff from Kara, placing it back where it was.
Kara continued to walk around and when she saw a vial that took her interest, she picked it up. "What color is it?" Kara inquired, gazing at the contents and reading the label-wakeflower-she undid the cork and took a light sniff. Ugh! Gross. that was NASTY! No wonder it woke Daine up in the second book, that thing could raise the dead if it wanted to!
"Why don't you take a look yourself? And STOP sniffing my wakeflower!" He finished, snatching the vial up from Kara and replacing the cork.
"No need to be snippy about it. And plus, I don't know how." Kara took a seat again, swinging her legs over one of the arms of the chair and taking a look at her nails.
"That is what I am going to teach you and anything else you will need to know about your gift, including how to use it. Now, close you eyes and look inside yourself."
"How?"
"You don't know how?"
"NO! Otherwise I wouldn't be asking smart ass!"
"Just, think of how your soul would look, here, I'll show you."
The mage placed his hands on her head and she closed her eyes. There! It looked just like Pierce said it looked a little ball of fire right near where the middle of her chest was. Yes! Kara thought, doing a mental dance, she had the gift that she wanted to have, purple, so dark that it was almost black. She returned back to the human world, jumping up and doing crazy disco moves singing "I've got a pretty gift; I've got a pretty gift! YAY!" Numair looked at her like she was crazy. maybe he was right.
"OK, all done." Kara stopped suddenly, returning to her position on the chair. "So when do I start learning about my gift?"
"Right now," He replied, standing up and getting a book off one of the shelves.
And so it began.
They worked everyday from 8 to 4, ranging her lessons from simple fire magic, to battle magic, to defense. Kara discovered that she was more adept to the elemental magic's of earth wind fire and ice. Months rolled by and Kara got into a routine at the place.
Once, when she was bored because Numair couldn't do lessons that day, Kara took a trip to the Marketplace. Her teacher had given her some pocket money and she needed to buy a dagger to practice spelling.
Kara walked down the Market road cautiously, not wanting a repeat of a few months ago. Examining a few shops, she looked for the blue sheen of Yamani steel but couldn't find any daggers that she liked.
The last vendor that she tried was an abnormal looking tent with the sign, "FINE YAMANI STEEL!" and in smaller letters, "Swords, Daggers, and more!" Kara walked into the tent with an uneasy feeling.
Hundreds of blades lined the walls! Short swords, long swords, throwing knives, daggers, all shining the blue sheen of Yamani steel. The tent must have been spelled to be bigger on the inside than the outside because it took up space about the size of a tennis court.
Standing behind a collapsible counter was a woman dressed all in black with a veil over her nose and mouth. She looked up and said, "What are you looking for?"
"Uhhh. a dagger," Kara said, eying the area of throwing daggers longingly.
The strange woman gestured at the wall of daggers and five flew off their places, burying themselves inside the opposite wall in a neat line about eyelevel to Kara. Kara jumped; the walls seemed to be made out of wood covered in canvas, not just a thick canvas as she thought.
"Take a look," The woman said and bent back down to her work. Kara moved toward the daggers and took a closer look. The first was ok, but had nothing on the hilt. too boring. The second she examined w/ her gift and found that it had been used for bad purposes before, no way was she using THAT one. The third and fourth ones looked a bit rusty and had strange red markings that looked oddly of blood on them. ewwww.
The last by far was her favorite. Shining silver in the hilt, the dagger had a mixture of earth, wind, fire, and ice symbols. Curious to see what the rest looked like, she tugged on the hilt with her left hand. When it didn't move, she used both hands and pulled as hard as she could. Kara would have to use magic to get it out.
Kara easily changed the consistency of the wood to something resembling water. When the blade dropped, she caught it by the hilt. A jolt ran through her so that she almost dropped the blade. Opening her eyes (she had been squinting them shut); Kara realized that the dagger had shown no signs of being in the wood. When she took a closer look at the blade, she realized that fire played along the edge. Dropping the dagger, it slowly drifted to the floor where it stopped, an inch or so from the ground. Picking it up, Kara felt the dagger turn to something strangely resembling water.
Kara suddenly remembered the veiled woman. Snapping her head up at the counter, she realized the woman was gone! On the counter were two things. First was a plain leather sheath for the dagger. Next to this was a SWORD that matched the dagger. When she examined a piece of parchment on top of the sheath, it said: Elemental, find the one who can see all, the shifter, and another like yourself. Only then can you set things to rights. Nymph child, complete this task and you shall know the enemy. Defeat it. These weapons are yours, take them but they shall be useless in the end.
Kara gasped as the piece of parchment burst into flame. Dropping it, she picked up the sword and dagger and belted them to her waist over her skirt. She spun around and quickly walked out of the tent into the road again. Feeling like she was ready for anything, Kara looked back at the tent. IT WAS GONE! Kara continued to walk towards the castle with a gaping mouth; maybe she WASN'T so ready.
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Later that week, Kara made another trip to the marketplace, this time, for clothes. She needed some new boots because the ones she had worn when she first came to Tortall were wearing thin. She made he purchase and decided to have a drink at the inn across the street. As she walked in, she glanced at the name, the Dancing Dove. *I know that I'm getting myself into something right now* Kara thought.
It took Kara a few second to adjust to the smoke and the noise in the inn. Walking to the counter, Kara shook her black hair away from her face and looked the bartender up and down with her blue eyes. He was a balding man in his mid-forties, but seemed polite enough.
"Whatcha want?" The bartender said, cleaning a mug w/ a rag.
"Oh, give me the strongest thing you have," Kara said with a ½ smile, "I have a lot on my mind."
"Long day?" The man inquired.
"Long week," Kara replied and walked off to try and find a seat. This proved no easy task as it seemed that most were taken already. Ready to give up, Kara suddenly saw a group of mushy chairs by the fire.
Quickly moving over to them, she sat in one of the side ones by the fire. Then she thought better of it and sat in the Middle chair, the throne of the king of the Rogue.
Kara's actions immediately took effect. Silence spread out over the common room like a wave. The only noise to be heard was a sudden humping and then a yell of, "What happened to all the friggin' noise?!?!?!"
Kara twisted her head around her chair to the stair case where an extremely tousled Faecha half-fell down the stairs. "Fae, it's only me," Kara said and turned back to the fire. The bartender approached with her drink and set it on the table beside her. The he fled.
"You have some nerve sitting there," Faecha said, trying to smooth down her auburn curls with her fingers. Suddenly she sat down in the chair next to Kara, "COOL! Sorry for the dramatic entrance, I got trashed." she drifted off into a loud giggling fit.
"You still are," Kara replied and gave Faecha a shove toward the stairs. "Go to bed Quickpaw, I'll have Alanna give you her hangover remedy later." The wildmage muttered something incoherent and trudged back up the stairs, rubbing a temple.
Kara pulled her knees up to her chest, and stared into the fire in deep thought. What she didn't see was a group of three young men that walked into the inn and made their way towards the "throne" where she sat. The leader shook his head to himself and leaned over, his dagger ready at hand. Just before he was going to stab her he looked around to make sure it wasn't a trap and he struck-
--Only to be stopped by the clanging of metal as Kara's dagger met his.
"You know," Kara said thoughtfully, lowering her dagger to her hip, "It can come in handy to have good hearing, and an elemental gift." She pointed to the wall behind her. There suspended a single purple/black spark that put the man's shadow into great relief over Kara. Kara gave it a crooked smile and snapped her fingers. A wave of water fell on it and the flame disappeared.
"So, what do you want?" Kara asked, standing up and facing the leader for the first time. The man was tall, probably about six one or so, with brown hair that flopped into his green eyes. With a perfect white smile and a muscular build, Kara thought that he resembled a Medieval Ashton Kutcher, and that he was probably eighteen or so. (OCC: YES!!!!!!!! A GOD IS BORN!!!!!!!)
"My chair, if you don't mind," he said with the raise of one eyebrow, "You see, it's sort of mine, sweet." He crossed his arms over his chest expectantly.
"Oh, this chair?" Kara said in mock surprise, her hand flying to her throat. "Do I have to go NOW? It's SO pretty, I don't know if I can give it up."
"Well," the man said with a shrug of his shoulders, "I'm just going to have to hurt you then, sorry, tradition."
"Oh, it's ok!" Kara replied, drawing her sword and taking off her belt that held her purse, dagger, and sheath for her sword. "But, you se, I can't let that happen, want to know why?"
"Why?" He said, unsheathing his sword too and setting his dagger on the table beside him.
"Because, I like this chair!" Kara finished and attacked with her sword in a downward chop that could have separated the hemispheres of his brain if he had not jumped away just in time. His eyes widened, Kara was relatively small and the sword looked heavier than it was.
They exchanged blows to one another. (OCC: I don't want to explain the whole battle because it would take me WAY too long) Once, their hilts locked and Kara swung her leg up over his neck and yanked DOWN. He staggered to his knees and she jumped onto his back, swinging her legs around his waist. Kara wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled as he was getting up, making him lose his balance and fall, just letting go in time to roll away. By the time he jumped to his feet, Kara had realized that she had dropped her sword and had spotted it on the ground across the room. She realized that she would NOT have time to get it and that she would have to fight him hand to hand, for he had dropped his sword when she had jumped on him too.
When he jumped up, he backed away from Kara and gestured to some rope hanging on the wall. It sprung off of the wall and zoomed toward Kara. As she ducked, both ends went to her wrists and they tied them together before she could realize what had happened. *OH shit* Kara thought. Standing up and watching the man unsheathe WRIST KNIVES in both of his hands. She started to run to the left and knew that it was over if he chose to let loose a knife from one of his hands.
Kara turned her head slightly to see what the man did. He lifted his dagger to his lips and whispered something to it. Then he threw it at her. Almost in slow motion, Kara saw it go down to her hands, wrap the excess rope around the hilt, and bury itself in the wood behind Kara ABOVE HER HEAD! *How the hell did I get my hands up there?* Kara thought and tried to pull the dagger loose. *Yea* Kara thought, *it's magicked alright, no WONDER he whispered to it before he threw it at me!*
Kara suddenly didn't care anymore, she just wanted to go back to the castle and go to BED right now. The man sighed and walked over to her remarking, "You might as well not try to kick me right now, I'll just catch your foot." He waved his hand at her feet and Kara suddenly felt ropes tie themselves around her ankles. He walked closer and put his hands on either side of her on the wall. "I don't think that we were properly introduced, the name's Kris, Kris Talryn. And you are.?"
"If I tell you, will you untie me?" Kara asked, not comfortable the way his face was inches from hers.
"And let you hurt me? I don't think so. But then again, if you told me you name, it would save me the trouble of killing you because you knew mine." Kris flashed a smile and inched his face closer.
"It's Kara ok? NOW will you get off?"
"Promise not to run away?" He said, his face about two inches from her nose. "Alright then," Kris said suddenly, and shockingly to Kara, stole a kiss before he backed up. He gestured to the ropes tying her hands and feet. They flew off of her and thumped as they fell into a pile on the floor. Kris was already fingering his knife.
"How'd you learn to fight like that?" Kara asked, retrieving her sword and belt.
"Oh, my trade gets dangerous, what about you?" Kris said, surveying her with his green eyes.
"Oh, just practice and having to deal with some bullies. Some of them didn't realize that I LIKE to fight people." She sat down coldly, "They had a rude awakening."
"Kara," said a voice behind her, "we ALL had to deal with them, but it's not going to change what has happened. You should show him The Scar. Goddess it's HUGE!"
"Fae," Kara said, "DIDN'T I tell you to go back to bed like, an hour ago?"
"I DID ok?!" She said, taking a seat on the arm of the chair the King of the Rogue was sitting in. "And I DO feel a lot better now." She turned to Kris, "Sup Talryn? Anything new?"
"Naaa." Kris replied, taking out his dagger and spinning it on his finger, "Just our little fox near killing me." He raised his eyebrows at Kara and winked.
Kara rolled her eyes, "Whatever. What the hell is w/ all the nicknames anyways? I do have a name you know!"
"Oh shut up Kara, he's just flirting," Faecha said, "He does it to everyone. The only reason why he does it is because he likes to be loved and mooned over." Kara laughed and Kris looked offended.
"Well!" the thief suddenly said, standing up and theatrically stumbling over to Kara, "I can see that I'M not wanted here. I'll see you later Faecha, we need to talk about initiation." He turned to Kara, "And I'll see you later m dove," he took her hand and kissed it, "I'll make sure of that." Then he walked out of the door of the dancing dove with the flash of a smile.
Kara suddenly found it hard to breathe. She quickly grabbed her drink, chugging it down in seconds. She gasped and choked down a cough saying, "Does he REALLY do that to everyone?"
"What do YOU think?" the wild mage said with a wink and a grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ARG!!!!!! This chapter took me soooooooo freakin long to type!!! Cause see I already have it all WRITTEN. I just have to type it all!!!!! Woo!!! WHO SAW PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN?!?!?!?!?! I DID I DID!!! I LOVE Orlando bloom!!!! Ok!! I'm done raving! PLEASE REVIEW THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! I need to know if I should start a new one or quit this one or if she should kill some people.. TELL ME WHAT TO DOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aight my home dawgs, you are in for another VERY LONG chapter. I just realized that I never gave an explanation for how Kara looked so here goes. She's about fifteen, with stick straight black hair going to her mid back or so. about 5'8" with light blue eyes that turn darker when she gets pissed off. Pretty athletic. as you can see and um. really flexible. I think that's it. WOOHOO!!!! I'm done! Now I think that I am gonna bring someone else here. any suggestions? I think that she'll be a seer, a real powerful one.. Hmmmm.. Think think think think think.
Disclaimer: I own none of Tamora Pierce's stuff. I got in trouble last month for stealing Numair and putting him in my room so now I have to pay for him. damn attorneys...
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"Yes, you have it alright," Numair Salmalin said, examining her hands, "And you're quite strong in it too. And you said that you DON'T have the Gift in your world?"
"Well," Kara replied thoughtfully, "we DO have some people like that. but it isn't as you mean. For us, it is mostly seers and a few people with telekinetic powers but that's about it, and they're really rare." She looked at her hands, "So I have the Gift? Sweet!" Numair looked at her inquiringly.
"Ummm. sweet means good. It's slang in our world. I tend to use it a lot." The mage nodded, "So what other words do you use?"
"I'll tell you later ok?" Kara replied, quickly getting up and pacing around the room. She didn't want Daine to get mad at her for being too close to her guy. That would be VERY bad. "So do I have a lot?"
"Of what?" Numair asked.
"Of the Gift you dolt," Kara said exasperatedly, picking up Numair's staff from the corner and spinning it between her fingers.
"Well, it isn't really a matter of whether you have a little or a lot since it can't be measured but yes, you are strong in the Gift." Numair stood up and took his staff from Kara, placing it back where it was.
Kara continued to walk around and when she saw a vial that took her interest, she picked it up. "What color is it?" Kara inquired, gazing at the contents and reading the label-wakeflower-she undid the cork and took a light sniff. Ugh! Gross. that was NASTY! No wonder it woke Daine up in the second book, that thing could raise the dead if it wanted to!
"Why don't you take a look yourself? And STOP sniffing my wakeflower!" He finished, snatching the vial up from Kara and replacing the cork.
"No need to be snippy about it. And plus, I don't know how." Kara took a seat again, swinging her legs over one of the arms of the chair and taking a look at her nails.
"That is what I am going to teach you and anything else you will need to know about your gift, including how to use it. Now, close you eyes and look inside yourself."
"How?"
"You don't know how?"
"NO! Otherwise I wouldn't be asking smart ass!"
"Just, think of how your soul would look, here, I'll show you."
The mage placed his hands on her head and she closed her eyes. There! It looked just like Pierce said it looked a little ball of fire right near where the middle of her chest was. Yes! Kara thought, doing a mental dance, she had the gift that she wanted to have, purple, so dark that it was almost black. She returned back to the human world, jumping up and doing crazy disco moves singing "I've got a pretty gift; I've got a pretty gift! YAY!" Numair looked at her like she was crazy. maybe he was right.
"OK, all done." Kara stopped suddenly, returning to her position on the chair. "So when do I start learning about my gift?"
"Right now," He replied, standing up and getting a book off one of the shelves.
And so it began.
They worked everyday from 8 to 4, ranging her lessons from simple fire magic, to battle magic, to defense. Kara discovered that she was more adept to the elemental magic's of earth wind fire and ice. Months rolled by and Kara got into a routine at the place.
Once, when she was bored because Numair couldn't do lessons that day, Kara took a trip to the Marketplace. Her teacher had given her some pocket money and she needed to buy a dagger to practice spelling.
Kara walked down the Market road cautiously, not wanting a repeat of a few months ago. Examining a few shops, she looked for the blue sheen of Yamani steel but couldn't find any daggers that she liked.
The last vendor that she tried was an abnormal looking tent with the sign, "FINE YAMANI STEEL!" and in smaller letters, "Swords, Daggers, and more!" Kara walked into the tent with an uneasy feeling.
Hundreds of blades lined the walls! Short swords, long swords, throwing knives, daggers, all shining the blue sheen of Yamani steel. The tent must have been spelled to be bigger on the inside than the outside because it took up space about the size of a tennis court.
Standing behind a collapsible counter was a woman dressed all in black with a veil over her nose and mouth. She looked up and said, "What are you looking for?"
"Uhhh. a dagger," Kara said, eying the area of throwing daggers longingly.
The strange woman gestured at the wall of daggers and five flew off their places, burying themselves inside the opposite wall in a neat line about eyelevel to Kara. Kara jumped; the walls seemed to be made out of wood covered in canvas, not just a thick canvas as she thought.
"Take a look," The woman said and bent back down to her work. Kara moved toward the daggers and took a closer look. The first was ok, but had nothing on the hilt. too boring. The second she examined w/ her gift and found that it had been used for bad purposes before, no way was she using THAT one. The third and fourth ones looked a bit rusty and had strange red markings that looked oddly of blood on them. ewwww.
The last by far was her favorite. Shining silver in the hilt, the dagger had a mixture of earth, wind, fire, and ice symbols. Curious to see what the rest looked like, she tugged on the hilt with her left hand. When it didn't move, she used both hands and pulled as hard as she could. Kara would have to use magic to get it out.
Kara easily changed the consistency of the wood to something resembling water. When the blade dropped, she caught it by the hilt. A jolt ran through her so that she almost dropped the blade. Opening her eyes (she had been squinting them shut); Kara realized that the dagger had shown no signs of being in the wood. When she took a closer look at the blade, she realized that fire played along the edge. Dropping the dagger, it slowly drifted to the floor where it stopped, an inch or so from the ground. Picking it up, Kara felt the dagger turn to something strangely resembling water.
Kara suddenly remembered the veiled woman. Snapping her head up at the counter, she realized the woman was gone! On the counter were two things. First was a plain leather sheath for the dagger. Next to this was a SWORD that matched the dagger. When she examined a piece of parchment on top of the sheath, it said: Elemental, find the one who can see all, the shifter, and another like yourself. Only then can you set things to rights. Nymph child, complete this task and you shall know the enemy. Defeat it. These weapons are yours, take them but they shall be useless in the end.
Kara gasped as the piece of parchment burst into flame. Dropping it, she picked up the sword and dagger and belted them to her waist over her skirt. She spun around and quickly walked out of the tent into the road again. Feeling like she was ready for anything, Kara looked back at the tent. IT WAS GONE! Kara continued to walk towards the castle with a gaping mouth; maybe she WASN'T so ready.
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Later that week, Kara made another trip to the marketplace, this time, for clothes. She needed some new boots because the ones she had worn when she first came to Tortall were wearing thin. She made he purchase and decided to have a drink at the inn across the street. As she walked in, she glanced at the name, the Dancing Dove. *I know that I'm getting myself into something right now* Kara thought.
It took Kara a few second to adjust to the smoke and the noise in the inn. Walking to the counter, Kara shook her black hair away from her face and looked the bartender up and down with her blue eyes. He was a balding man in his mid-forties, but seemed polite enough.
"Whatcha want?" The bartender said, cleaning a mug w/ a rag.
"Oh, give me the strongest thing you have," Kara said with a ½ smile, "I have a lot on my mind."
"Long day?" The man inquired.
"Long week," Kara replied and walked off to try and find a seat. This proved no easy task as it seemed that most were taken already. Ready to give up, Kara suddenly saw a group of mushy chairs by the fire.
Quickly moving over to them, she sat in one of the side ones by the fire. Then she thought better of it and sat in the Middle chair, the throne of the king of the Rogue.
Kara's actions immediately took effect. Silence spread out over the common room like a wave. The only noise to be heard was a sudden humping and then a yell of, "What happened to all the friggin' noise?!?!?!"
Kara twisted her head around her chair to the stair case where an extremely tousled Faecha half-fell down the stairs. "Fae, it's only me," Kara said and turned back to the fire. The bartender approached with her drink and set it on the table beside her. The he fled.
"You have some nerve sitting there," Faecha said, trying to smooth down her auburn curls with her fingers. Suddenly she sat down in the chair next to Kara, "COOL! Sorry for the dramatic entrance, I got trashed." she drifted off into a loud giggling fit.
"You still are," Kara replied and gave Faecha a shove toward the stairs. "Go to bed Quickpaw, I'll have Alanna give you her hangover remedy later." The wildmage muttered something incoherent and trudged back up the stairs, rubbing a temple.
Kara pulled her knees up to her chest, and stared into the fire in deep thought. What she didn't see was a group of three young men that walked into the inn and made their way towards the "throne" where she sat. The leader shook his head to himself and leaned over, his dagger ready at hand. Just before he was going to stab her he looked around to make sure it wasn't a trap and he struck-
--Only to be stopped by the clanging of metal as Kara's dagger met his.
"You know," Kara said thoughtfully, lowering her dagger to her hip, "It can come in handy to have good hearing, and an elemental gift." She pointed to the wall behind her. There suspended a single purple/black spark that put the man's shadow into great relief over Kara. Kara gave it a crooked smile and snapped her fingers. A wave of water fell on it and the flame disappeared.
"So, what do you want?" Kara asked, standing up and facing the leader for the first time. The man was tall, probably about six one or so, with brown hair that flopped into his green eyes. With a perfect white smile and a muscular build, Kara thought that he resembled a Medieval Ashton Kutcher, and that he was probably eighteen or so. (OCC: YES!!!!!!!! A GOD IS BORN!!!!!!!)
"My chair, if you don't mind," he said with the raise of one eyebrow, "You see, it's sort of mine, sweet." He crossed his arms over his chest expectantly.
"Oh, this chair?" Kara said in mock surprise, her hand flying to her throat. "Do I have to go NOW? It's SO pretty, I don't know if I can give it up."
"Well," the man said with a shrug of his shoulders, "I'm just going to have to hurt you then, sorry, tradition."
"Oh, it's ok!" Kara replied, drawing her sword and taking off her belt that held her purse, dagger, and sheath for her sword. "But, you se, I can't let that happen, want to know why?"
"Why?" He said, unsheathing his sword too and setting his dagger on the table beside him.
"Because, I like this chair!" Kara finished and attacked with her sword in a downward chop that could have separated the hemispheres of his brain if he had not jumped away just in time. His eyes widened, Kara was relatively small and the sword looked heavier than it was.
They exchanged blows to one another. (OCC: I don't want to explain the whole battle because it would take me WAY too long) Once, their hilts locked and Kara swung her leg up over his neck and yanked DOWN. He staggered to his knees and she jumped onto his back, swinging her legs around his waist. Kara wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled as he was getting up, making him lose his balance and fall, just letting go in time to roll away. By the time he jumped to his feet, Kara had realized that she had dropped her sword and had spotted it on the ground across the room. She realized that she would NOT have time to get it and that she would have to fight him hand to hand, for he had dropped his sword when she had jumped on him too.
When he jumped up, he backed away from Kara and gestured to some rope hanging on the wall. It sprung off of the wall and zoomed toward Kara. As she ducked, both ends went to her wrists and they tied them together before she could realize what had happened. *OH shit* Kara thought. Standing up and watching the man unsheathe WRIST KNIVES in both of his hands. She started to run to the left and knew that it was over if he chose to let loose a knife from one of his hands.
Kara turned her head slightly to see what the man did. He lifted his dagger to his lips and whispered something to it. Then he threw it at her. Almost in slow motion, Kara saw it go down to her hands, wrap the excess rope around the hilt, and bury itself in the wood behind Kara ABOVE HER HEAD! *How the hell did I get my hands up there?* Kara thought and tried to pull the dagger loose. *Yea* Kara thought, *it's magicked alright, no WONDER he whispered to it before he threw it at me!*
Kara suddenly didn't care anymore, she just wanted to go back to the castle and go to BED right now. The man sighed and walked over to her remarking, "You might as well not try to kick me right now, I'll just catch your foot." He waved his hand at her feet and Kara suddenly felt ropes tie themselves around her ankles. He walked closer and put his hands on either side of her on the wall. "I don't think that we were properly introduced, the name's Kris, Kris Talryn. And you are.?"
"If I tell you, will you untie me?" Kara asked, not comfortable the way his face was inches from hers.
"And let you hurt me? I don't think so. But then again, if you told me you name, it would save me the trouble of killing you because you knew mine." Kris flashed a smile and inched his face closer.
"It's Kara ok? NOW will you get off?"
"Promise not to run away?" He said, his face about two inches from her nose. "Alright then," Kris said suddenly, and shockingly to Kara, stole a kiss before he backed up. He gestured to the ropes tying her hands and feet. They flew off of her and thumped as they fell into a pile on the floor. Kris was already fingering his knife.
"How'd you learn to fight like that?" Kara asked, retrieving her sword and belt.
"Oh, my trade gets dangerous, what about you?" Kris said, surveying her with his green eyes.
"Oh, just practice and having to deal with some bullies. Some of them didn't realize that I LIKE to fight people." She sat down coldly, "They had a rude awakening."
"Kara," said a voice behind her, "we ALL had to deal with them, but it's not going to change what has happened. You should show him The Scar. Goddess it's HUGE!"
"Fae," Kara said, "DIDN'T I tell you to go back to bed like, an hour ago?"
"I DID ok?!" She said, taking a seat on the arm of the chair the King of the Rogue was sitting in. "And I DO feel a lot better now." She turned to Kris, "Sup Talryn? Anything new?"
"Naaa." Kris replied, taking out his dagger and spinning it on his finger, "Just our little fox near killing me." He raised his eyebrows at Kara and winked.
Kara rolled her eyes, "Whatever. What the hell is w/ all the nicknames anyways? I do have a name you know!"
"Oh shut up Kara, he's just flirting," Faecha said, "He does it to everyone. The only reason why he does it is because he likes to be loved and mooned over." Kara laughed and Kris looked offended.
"Well!" the thief suddenly said, standing up and theatrically stumbling over to Kara, "I can see that I'M not wanted here. I'll see you later Faecha, we need to talk about initiation." He turned to Kara, "And I'll see you later m dove," he took her hand and kissed it, "I'll make sure of that." Then he walked out of the door of the dancing dove with the flash of a smile.
Kara suddenly found it hard to breathe. She quickly grabbed her drink, chugging it down in seconds. She gasped and choked down a cough saying, "Does he REALLY do that to everyone?"
"What do YOU think?" the wild mage said with a wink and a grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ARG!!!!!! This chapter took me soooooooo freakin long to type!!! Cause see I already have it all WRITTEN. I just have to type it all!!!!! Woo!!! WHO SAW PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN?!?!?!?!?! I DID I DID!!! I LOVE Orlando bloom!!!! Ok!! I'm done raving! PLEASE REVIEW THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! I need to know if I should start a new one or quit this one or if she should kill some people.. TELL ME WHAT TO DOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!