It's been awhile everyone!

Recently I've been caught up with exams to the point where writing becomes mayhem to me.
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I've also been sucked into the whole Soul Eater episodes and may want to write something about them or something.
I don't know.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new chapter! I really love working with Garrett and the whole Daud thing soooooooo-

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Disclaimer disclaiming things because I don't own anything but my writing.

CHAPTER TWO

A shiver ran up his spine against the cool chilly winds that brushed past the thief, playing with his cloak and causing him to inhale a breath of fresh sea air that had a mixture of mechanics. How strangely familiar. However, it wasn't all that pleasant to the Master Thief. While The City definitely had a source of water and their share of canals, they weren't his thing. Never were in fact. Garrett hardly ever found the need to jump into waters or swim for that matter, in fact he hated the damned liquid. Drinking it was one thing, swimming and being in it was another. And here he was, in an area infested with liquid and sea.

He lowered himself in the shine of the moonlight, allowing his right eye to glow faintly in the darkness. Garrett scanned the area and only could have guessed that not many sensible people would find themselves on rooftops, he carefully examined the map that had been handed to him. The lines drawn with neat precision and the details of areas had already been given to him, patrols, guards and even what was marked in red 'Tallboys' were just the things to arose his child-like curiosity. Garrett looked up once more from where he was, identifying the street from the marker than pointed where he and Basso were staying. He wasn't very far, maybe just a few metres away but it wasn't as if he couldn't walk or anything.

He slid the piece of paper behind him, while staring blankly at his own weapons for a mild few seconds. This area ran on whale oil and was practically the most industrialised compared to The City. His weapons were made to be used there, not here, not where electricity was a thing and where any moment he could find himself vaporised by these 'Wall's of Light'. There were far too many unknown factors for him, and yet Garrett seemed to take slight joy out of the idea. He could have his weapons upgraded and changed in the future, maybe master some other forms to accustom himself to Dunwall.

He began his journey once more, swooping and performing jumps across the rooftops, on the occasion he spotted the guard patrolling beneath him; some few wanderer who seemed bold enough to flee from the streets in the night of the dark. The lights from the buildings indicating those who had yet to sleep. It was an eventful city in his eyes, while it gave off the same nauseating feeling of depression and distress- it didn't seem too bad. In fact, the feeling just seemed to be what defined the streets and alleyways of Dunwall. For a brief second, Garrett had actually felt comfortable in the presence.

Garrett took a few more leaps before pulling the map out once more, thankfully he hadn't wandered out of the boundaries of the map. He blinked his eye that beamed form the Primal, scanning around the area for any case of threats or dangers. The next idea finally setting in once he knew he was safe.

Maybe it was time for a good steal.

He stood up from where he was, noticing the buildings around him had definitely changed from the previous run down ruins, they were more lights, the buildings seemed sturdier and much more lively. The changed had happened almost in an instant, seemingly to identify the rich and the poor. It disgusted him to an extent, if a city was going to be run down; he expected the whole city to be the same. There wasn't supposed to be a gap, 'Well,' Garrett sighed to himself 'At least I found out the things I disliked'. The streets were quiet below him, the guards that lurked in the dark that wandered and the mechanical sounds of men on stilts that caught his attention. He cocked his head in slight confusion, so these were the 'Tallboys' marked on the map. From Tim, these were expected to be the most dangerous- and frankly Garrett had no intention to cross their path anyways. Those fire bullets seemed intimidating.

The male hopped off a few buildings and landing nicely on the ground with a small 'thump' that hardly affected the loud bustling music and party that was going on in his target house. A mansion to be specific. A quite large one too, maybe slightly bigger than the Baron's. Maybe smaller, who knew? He would have to watch where the most amount of people were and weren't. Then again, he guessed that not many would be allowed into the upstairs rooms. So that didn't bother him either. In the first place, who would hold a party upstairs in their own living quarters? A simple enough deduction. Question was, how was he going to get up there? He could always climb the roof again but the gaps between them seemed a little too far for a jump. The least, Garrett suspected was at least to scale the damn building without getting caught.

Anther sigh, maybe he was growing to old for this after all.

He rounded a corner to a dark alleyway and lit his eye; it shined as he identified a suitable climbing spot he used the hook to hoist himself up as he nimble fingers took grasp of the wall that seemed cool and comforting under his touch. Carefully, he avoided both eyes, light as well as windows. Thankfully at least, there were a few different loose bricks for him to grapple onto as he scaled. Checking from top to bottom, he guessed the building had at least two floors that were spread out across the land. He took another hoist found a lit window, he carefully watched through the closed blinds for any movement; and once he knew he was alone he pried the latch open with little effort. Despite these things having specialised locks, it didn't look like the hosts were too worried about them.

Jumping in and immediately searching for a hiding spot, Garrett made a few of his goals clear in his mind. Search the area for patrolling guards or people, render them unconscious if needed and steal as much loot and gold as possible for survival. Maybe something precious would await him in this area.

Satisfied, he begun his work.

Garret worked out at least six guards on the floor and a few power chords he could trip on his way out if needed, he picked up some gold and silver valuables and nicked a few paintings that were probably worth a damn in this new city. Not once had be been caught in his act and all it took were some proper hiding tricks and secrets in the dark.

"Let's hope the Mistress has some sense in locking that away tonight."

"No wonder she was six guards up here. Who would want it stolen after all?"

Now his curiosity was piqued, it seemed there was something besides gold to steal here. Still being in the little shadow he had, Garrett listened intently to their words.

"Are the other men patrolling the rooms?"

"Yes, checking in and out."

"Good, no one leaves their patrolling site until the guest's leave."

"Of course sir."

Rooms? Probably bedrooms by the sound of it. A lovely valuable locked away by a lady. Probably a ring, necklace, bangle or brooch. Women seemed to adore those items. A diamond maybe? Oh the curiosity was indeed killing the cat. He needed to find out what this item was, and make it his. In his hand. Into his collection. Yes, that seemed like a lovely idea indeed.

He scattered once more past the rooms to find where he had originally found the bedrooms. Towards his north as he made his way easily enough past the guards, if they wanted to invest in security- they probably needed to do a better job. Then again, it was Dunwall's first time being exposed to the Master Thief. Maybe it would take time before the city got used to him and his tactics, maybe make it seem a little more challenging for the male. But for now at least, he could breeze through without the fear of ever getting caught. It was his first time too. Like a child exploring a Witch's cave and grabbing anything that he fancied. And the goal? Not to be caught by the Witch of course, or any of her familiars for that matter.

Entering a room that gave the aura of the master bedroom, Garrett scanned his surroundings. The door was open for the guards to look in and there was a balcony that led off to somewhere else. He could use that area for escape. But first, the location of the item. Deciding he needed to work fast to escape alive, he searched for the one thing which held all secrets- a Diary. And luckily, this time it was placed in plain daylight to be broken into with simple lock picking. He held the delicate paged gently as he flipped through, reading through each page and scanning over the words while his brain searched for the ones that were necessary to find the items location. Ah. Found it.

Month of Winds, XXXX

I have kept it in a safer place. This time, no one should find it.

After all, who dares walk upon a lady's living quarters?

It shall reside in the nearest place to me as I rest, no one should get it.

I daresay it shall be uncomfortable, but father has entrusted me to it.

The lock shall follow the days of the year.

Garrett smiled under his scarf, riddles were his thing. He actually enjoyed working on such things than having the answer laid out to him. 'Nearest place', 'rest' and 'uncomfortable'; the answer was almost as plain as daylight. The pillow. Turning his head to where the bed was, he plucked out the biggest of all the cushions and was happy enough to find something sitting inside. Taking out a small knife, he gently cut the fabric open to reveal a book. Another curious look stemmed from the thief. A book was being this well protected? A little something that made him depressed (since he had been hoping for an item that maybe sparkled or glossed or gleamed) but nonetheless, it should sell in the market. Latching it safely onto himself he rocketed his head up as his sharp sense picked out the sounds of death. The Primal shined in his eye as it scorched as the new figures that had entered onto the floors. The figures of the guards quickly falling as they slowly left the world, Garrett was now alarmed at how fast they were traveling towards him. He cursed and made way to the balcony. Ignoring the stinging pain in his eye and at the fact that he had yet to uncover who the people were.

There was a time and place for everything, but now he needed to get away.

Hoping across the balcony, he aimed for another rooftop as he shot the grapple hook upwards using the rope and climbing high enough to get out of sight.

Form the new shadows that covered his body, he welcomed the dark and it greeted him back with equal glee. Quickly devouring his presence and being altogether, hungry like and animal that had yet to be fed. Crouching from where he was, he watched the scene unravel before his eyes as a few men- who seemed strangely familiar with their husked voices appear instantly into the room. He was taken aback and realised that these were the same men from before; the ones who got up and seemingly disappeared before his eyes. And it seemed like there were more too.

"Sir, it seems we were beaten to it."

One of the men stated as he held up the freshly cut pillow that had the feathers falling.

"..."

This time, a man in a maroon red coat appeared in his line of vision. Among the lot, Garrett guessed that he was probably the leader of them considering the way they acted. Calm, quiet, listening to any orders that he may have. The said other seemed to scan the room, probably looking for any traces that Garrett may have left in case of them ever managing to find him. But Garrett was clean in his line of work, he was there to steal; not to made a ruckus, he was going to be a shadow that loomed in and out without the prying eyes of anyone. That was just him.

"And it seemed he escaped only recently too."

Garrett was brought back as one of the others caught sight of the rope he had recently latched on. Maybe it was time to go.

My eyes were brought to were a rope was sitting quite obediently from across the balcony. Someone had undoubtedly planted it there as they made their escape, a professional by the looks of it. Not one of the guards had been found dead or unconscious but only the pillow and item was touched. A definite professional. I had never seen such precision and skilled work in Dunwall before, not once in my life here had I ever seen someone execute such a stealing with such a grace. It scared me to an extent. If he or she was this good at stealing, how good was he or she at killing?

I glanced upwards to catch a fleeting figure into the dark, a cloak that showed only for a few seconds before disappearing.

'I hope we meet little Thief.'

OMAKE:

"Garrett you're back!"

"You stayed up?"

"Of course!"

"What are you? Lovesick?"

"Ahaha, very funny. Unpacking- and how was tonight?"

The thief held up the depressing looking book, "Boring, but somewhat eventful."

"Ohhhh really? Taken an interest in something?"

"Not really, but I think someone has taken an interest in me."

"Dear god Garrett, don't tell me your thinking of marriage."

"Did the seawater get to your head?"

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