Caught In the Act

[Lucy Serrano]

Admittedly, there wasn't much Lucy knew about assassins. She could piece together the obvious kind of picture like almost every other person could, but there would always be details missing. She just sort of assumed she'd be fighting for her life over chasing the person who could have easily taken it away.

"He's not my type." She argued quickly, and she doubted now was the time to remind the relative stranger just what her type was. But being left for dead with a stranger, let alone some guy who evidently deserved to die for some reason, wasn't in her best interests.

Raising a hand, she dragged it through her hair instinctively, dragging it all to one side as she exhaled an uncontrollable laugh. A thief telling on an assassin did make for a relatively messy kind of confession.

"I thought your kind didn't like loose ends?" Lucy asked, curiosity filling the question she provided despite how idiotic it could have been to even approach the subject further; "This face could haunt you for the rest of your life. Cause you've got a good face; not one you easily forget. You've probably got a day job and I've probably got an interest in finding out what it is."

[Talia Bracken]

He wasn't her type. That much Talia had figured out herself. Still, it brought another amused smirk to her lips. She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a laugh. Clearly she saw the irony of a thief telling on an assassin too. Yet didn't her kind tie up loose ends? Talia was more surprised by how much she was arguing for the case. It was almost as if she wanted Talia to kill her. Odd. "We don't, but again you can't really do much considering." And if she really became a loose end she could be taken care of.

Her face could haunt Talia forever. And she had a good face that wasn't easily forgotten. Talia found herself smiling a bit from the compliment. Then raising an eyebrow at the mention of finding her in her day job. "Really?" She challenged almost playfully. "Now I might have an interest in seeing if you actually could." It would certainly be a surprise if the thief wandered through the doors of the meadery. "And you've certainly got a better face than most I've had to deal with. So that wasn't really a good arguement."

[Lucy Serrano]

What Lucy quickly learned was that catching interest was the only thing she could do in a situation like this. She looked a little surprised to hear that she had, however minor it might have been. There was a compliment tucked somewhere in the assassin's clever wording, and it had her grinning for more than just a newfound challenge.

She tilted her chin up a fraction, because she often suffered from an elated ego as it was. And now she couldn't help herself.

"C'mon then; if you wanna be found - even just a little bit - give me a hint." Lucy offered. After all, the city of Goldcrest was huge when looking for a single person. And who was to say she was even from the city itself? There was an entire world out there to travel from.

[Talia Bracken]

She was grinning now, her chin tilting up a fraction. Obviously the little challenge had gotten her interest. Suddenly the surprise interruption to her night was turning into a mildly pleasant one. If she wanted to be found, then she should drop a hint. That made sense, considering the size of Goldcrest itself. Talia debated with herself. Considered. She didn't see too much harm in it. Besides, she was genuinely curious to see if the thief could pull it off.

"A hint? Very well. But you only get one." A smile came with the statement as her brain mulled over possible hints. Some obvious. Some far fetched. She didn't want to make this too easy. "You can find me where sweetness is poison." Cryptic enough. There were more taverns and inns in the city to keep her exact one from mind. "And yes, in Goldcrest." An added little hint, but if the girl had any chance then she didn't want to start guessing nations.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy had grown used to giving up power where it was due. Thieves might have been good at concealing themselves, but assassin's were so easily trained to live normal lives. They were designed to exist in the shadow of another entity; Lucy was designed not to exist at all.

And she gave a clue. Two, actually, and Lucy had to smile for the generous nature suddenly posed. She looked with a genuine kind of excitement to such a stranger. "You don't make it easy." She replied lightly, knowing all too well that it was suddenly a stint easier than it had been.

"I might catch you tomorrow." Lucy posed, catching herself quickly with a shrug; "Or the next day. Can't get too cocky; I might leave you disappointed."

[Talia Bracken]

The added hint earned a smile. Talia was only a little surprised to see excitement in her. Through the course of only a few minutes, she'd realized the thief was very different from many others. She stuck out among the crowd of faces in Talia's head. That in itself was impressive enough. Which was exactly why she didn't make it easy. "I have standards. But I feel you have a high chance of actually meeting them." It was a tease complete with a wink and a smirk.

She might catch her tomorrow. Or the next day. She didn't want to get too cocky and leave Talia disappointed. The statement brought out a chuckle. Again she observed the thief. Only this time she took slightly longer. Then offered her a smile. "In all honesty, I hope you don't." The night had been fun. Unexpected, but fun. And Talia found herself actually anticipating meeting the thief again. Hopefully she would deliver.

Blue eyes glanced up at the night sky. It was already late, and Talia had work tomorrow too. Her gaze went back to the other woman, and the smile morphed into a smirk. "Hopefully I'll see you around, thief." With that Talia turned and headed off to go a backway home. If only more nights could be as interesting as this one had turned out to be.