Bruises and Boons

[Rhea]

Rhea stepped carefully through the house, over dilapidated pieces of furniture. Every movement she made she did so with great care. A foot in the wrong place and there was a chance would could end up with sharp pieces of flooring stuck in your leg. Though that may be better than the knife still embedded in her calf. Shrugging it off at the time of the incident had been hard enough. But now as the adrenaline left her system it began to hurt more and more. She could feel the blood as it pooled around the rim of her boot. With a sigh and a slight limp she made her way deeper into the complex mulling over the latest scuffle she had gotten into. Well at least she had the loot. Bloody pirates and their stupid pride.

"You're a damn cheat!"the burly and slightly drunk man screamed the accusation that was made slightly less threatening, or possibly more, by the slur in it. The glint in his eyes though was something Rhea didn't like. If the man had been running without the alcohol in his system he would have made her a long time ago. But now he had figured her game. Rhea figured it was time to count her blessing, and run for it. With a devil may care smile she scooped her earnings into a worn bag, tossed the man and his companion a wink and sauntered out the door. She made it down the block and halfway through an alley when they caught up with her. Most of them looked bored, her new friend looked livid. His large body blocked the way to the street, where there were people, witnesses to the acts of violence that were no doubt running through the mans mind. He began to move forward, spewing forth a litany of curses. Some of which Rhea had never heard before.

"By the powers. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She asked, trying her damnedest to look and sound casual with her heart trying to beat it's way through her chest. Another beat of silence and Rhea made a run for it, the man shot forward as well with a guttural snarl he lunged forward missing her, barely. Anger was turning his face red. A detail Rhea noticed as she glanced back. He has stopped running and with speed she wasn't sure a drunk man should have his hand moved. A sparkle of silver was all Rhea saw before a pain shot through and up her leg. With a muffled shout she tripped forward, catching herself on a wall, she felt blood running from her nose and the side of her head pounded. With the reflexes born from a life time of stealing from people bigger and stronger than her Rhea pushed off the wall and ran. She was smaller and therefor much faster than the pirates. When she was sure she had lost them she had made her way to old house.

Rhea stopped thinking about when a slightly bloody hand rubbed at the bruise forming on the side of her face. It had all been worth it, if the heavy bag in her hand was anything to go by. As she looked around, it appeared that no one was around and she was in the inner chambers now. How strange, with a sigh she sat on one of the many chairs that were scattered around and placed her bag right beside her foot. Bending down to inspect the wound she quickly raised back up alarmed as her head spun. Head wounds, so bothersome, instead she raised her leg up peeling away the bloodied cloth of her pants she looked at it in the dim light. Gritting her teeth Rhea grasped the knife and pulled. With the sickening sound of tearing flesh the knife came free. It was beautiful, intricate and delicate lines wound around the hilt and the blade glinted silver and red in the dim light. Gnawing on her lip Rhea tuned her attention to the wound it would need to be cleaned and she needed fresh bandages as well. A sudden sound caused her to jump. Looking around she saw nothing but continued to scan the darkness around her. Her senses still on overdrive, every muscle tensed and still.

[Stacey]

She shouldn`t be here, she knew it-- it was way to close to the Thieves` Guild for her liking. But she had clearly seen the thin woman get injured by a man from her post on a roof top. All other senses past her, she ran over the roof towards the corner where the woman had disapeared. She nimbly jumped off of the roof and landed cleanly on her feet, touching the ground as she did so.

She turned around just to see the woman disappear behind another corner. Pausing only a second to think about the dangers of the chance she would get caught by Grim, she ran again. She continued like this until the woman ran into a building. She knew it wasn`t a direct part of the thief guild, but thieves might be around. With caution, she entered the building.

She had stepped no more than five paces into the building when her foot cruched a tile in half. She froze, glad she as hidden in the shadows. Her assassin training proved useful every day, and she thanked it now that her mother was and assassin.

Sensing that the other woman was the only other person close by in the building, she quickly went forward. Her eyes were wide as she took in the wound. She didn`t even look at the girl`s face, she just went straight to her and kneeled in front of her.

"I`m not going to hurt you, I can bandage this up." She said quickly, examining the wound and pulling out a small case from a hidden place among the many hidden folds of her clothing. She opened it to reveal shiny delicate tools-- tools she could use to do a number of things. She also pulled out a thick strip of fabic.

"Help me tie this. Above the wound." She said, carefully wrapping it above the smooth hole. If Grim knew she had been this close to the guild, he might get angry. She just begged that the stranger who she had so impulsivly decided to help wasn`t a thief.

[Rhea]

((OOC:sorry this took so long my muse wasn't working for me ))

BIC:
Rhea stayed stock still as the other woman swiftly approached her. The other didn't even look at her as she started to examine the wound. Rhea didn't recognize, not even a face in the passing of her memory. Her muscles began tense when she came to the conclusion that the woman was not part of the Thieves Guild. Rhea allowed the woman to look at the wound while she studied her. From her swift movements and her ability to sneak so far into the guild without being noticed she assumed the other must be a assassin, and on the better part of insane. She'd have to be at least somewhat crazy to come this far. If the leader caught her here, she'd suffer for it. It made the others words almost humorous. 'I'm not going to hurt you.'She had said. It wasn't herself that Rhea saw getting hurt. The woman began to tie a tourniquet around the still bleeding stab wound asking her to help. In the state that she was in there was no way she was going to be able fight the woman should she decide that she was done being charitable. And starting a fight was out of the question.

As if on cue her head throbbed again as she bent to help tie the piece of cloth. Shaking it off she tied it off. And sat up, her hand resting on one the daggers that she always kept by her side. She might lose the fight, but not for lack of trying. Rhea was grateful that the womans hands were precise and quick while they worked. Still any relief that she may have felt was overshadowed by the deep seed of mistrust and suspicion that was curling it's way through her body.

"You're insane...you know that right," her voice cracked, the tension in her body making it hard to speak. Brown eye's scanned the shadows, looking for any one of the other thieves that may be lurking, that could help her if this situation turned ugly. "If Grim catches you here, you may be the one in need of patching up, and I'm sure it will be a lot more than a stab wound."

[Stacey]

Stacey pounced backwards as soon as the cloth was tied. She felt like she had to help the woman, but her life was more important than the other`s at the moment. Her eyes flashed deep black as she took several steps back. AS she moved she put her hand on her hip, where she could easily select from four different knives.

"I`m not going to hurt you if you don`t hurt me." She warned. "I`m not the kind of person to kill another just because you happen to be in alliance with people who would very much like to kill me." Her eyes swept around the room again. Her eyes flashed to a corner. Had she seen movement? She hoped not.

"And if you would be so kind as to not mention this to anyone, I would be very greatful." She said, turning her eyes on the woman. There was no way she could trust her, but she had to right now.

[Grim]

The door hadn't made any noise when it opened, but it did when it closed. Grim was standing - half in the shadows - staring at the two girls with his arms crossed. He was standing between them and the only way out of the room that wouldn't lead into a deeper cell of the thieves guild - Stacey's only way out would be through the king of thieves.

"Stacey, I like your ass and I would recognize it anywhere." from where Grim was standing, the assassin's back was turned. "Your blatant disregard for the warnings you've been given would seem to suggest you want me to rape you, if you could call it that at this point; I think your presence here should count as consent and you can not after all, rape the willing."

Grim lowered his arms from his chest and started to slowly walk towards the two girls. "It would hardly be any fun if I didn't have to force you." the wicked man grinned menacingly. "Though I could stand to let a load off." He stopped and stood a foot away from the young assassin and looked her up and down while licking his lips.

"Rhea dear, I see you have a sac of spoils." Grim didn't take his eyes off of Stacey as he spoke. "I must commend your firm resolve; you are a credit to the guild." Escaping the persuers on an impaled leg and getting back to the guild with the spoils of war in hand was something most thieves would have failed to accomplish. As callouse as the king of thieves tended to be, even he knew a strong guild needed to be supported by the confidence of it's better members and it was his responsablity to ensure the strength of the thieves' resolve.

[Stacey]

Stacey felt him before he heard him. Well, she didn`t exactly know it was him, but she felt someone. Just the sound of his voice made her eyes flash bright red. She turned around slowly. Her eyes were cold and hard, not warmed by the color they were.

She looked up to him, meeting his eyes with great dislike. "You can hardly blame me for wanting to help her." She jerked her hand towards Rhea. "How am I to know when and where your guild ends and begins again? You told me to keep out. As far as I was aware, this was not part of your guild..

Her fingers twitched; having a knife in her hand right now would have made her feel a lot beter, but she knew that even if sh tried to reach one Grim would have one wrist behind her back and the other in his fist.

Slowly she turned her foot to the side, still looking up at the king of thieves. She hasn`t about to not keep her attention on him.