"A raid like any other: short, swift, and sweet."

The Masquerade Thief was hardly wrong there. Arriving in the back alley of a local confectionery, Addisson shuffles into a small gap between the confectionery and a goods store, crouching and staring at the assembled wealth within the simple rucksack. He grins to herself as he opens the rather packed container, revealing enough stolen sweets to start her own sweet shop! It would be a nice little treat, however unfortunately Addisson knew what would happen to him if the store owner got wind of her little heist. Again. And it wasn't quite something he was especially fond of having to deal with for a second time. 

Though... one little cupcake couldn't hu-

A figure descends, and Addisson is forced to zip up her bag. [i]'Always the worst timing...'[/i] Thought the Thieves Guild Leader as aforementioned figure huddles into the corner alongside Addisson, carrying the same bag but much less full...

"I see you got away without a trace, at least. Not bad. Most beginner thieves tend to get greedy and take too much." The older thief spoke with a reassuring smile as the younger thief revealed herself to Addisson. She was barely entering her teens, and already the young lass was getting into the fine art of becoming a professional thief. 

[i]'What's the world coming to...?'[/i] Addisson thought to himself as she gazed upon the young girl. She had a soft complexion, one that almost matched Addisson's lower half to a scary degree. Pointed jaw, soft cheeks, crimson red lips, and eyes that one could just [i]melt[/i] in, Addisson knew this little rosebud was ripe for the picking as a new edition to the Guild.

So far, she was right.

The girl nods and smiles. "Yeah... I couldn't get as much as you, Miss...ter?  But I got enough t' feed!" Her tone came with a thick fisherman's accent - the kind of gritty sound accompanied by pirates, but lacking the emphasis on the "r". It was oddly charming to the Bandit Thief, and suddenly he was thinking up ways on how she could twist that girl's voice to pull off all sorts of intricate deals. Addisson was rather fond of the idea of an apprentice, though making sure they understood morality and didn't betray the Guild would be a major factor in determining if they were good material...

... For now, though, Addisson would focus on the community service. 

He grins and brushes the girl's hair softly, patting her head. "Nice work," she said with a smile, "just make sure you can get them to the kids. They need the energy."

"Mmhmm! See you later, Miss-ter...?"

"Addisson." From behind the mask, Addisson grinned. "You may call me Addisson."

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The rooftops were fun to walk along. Nobody really paid much attention to them, and even if you were spotted, it didn't take much to get out of sight. Duck into a window, go to the opposite roof, slide down to the ground floor via pole before making another ascent. It was all pretty simple to Addisson; it was a skill he had somehow acquired, yet, for whatever reason...

... did not quite know [i]why[/i] she had said skill...

This wasn't exclusive to this skill however, oh no! Addisson's entire [i]life[/i] for the past year had been but a mystery fueled by instinct. He couldn't remember why or how the one known as Addisson became known as the Masquerade Thief, yet she couldn't help but let his own actions be determined purely by instinct. It was as though she had a great many adventures in order to become the thief he was today, yet for the life of her, Addisson couldn't even comprehend how he had these gifts. It was as though her memory had been [i]wiped clean.[/i] His body knew what to do, but her mind...

Addisson often spent much of his free time trying to get a grasp on her thoughts. She couldn't remember a single detail from his past, and that [i]really[/i] intrigued him. He had his own story, his own legacy just waiting to be uncovered, yet she couldn't bring about any sort of details to jog her memory. It wasn't a haze or anything - her mind was completely devoid of memory.

In fact... Addisson wasn't even entirely sure if he was a she, or if she was in fact a he. 

He was too scared to take off the mask; she was also too afraid to look down when it came to noting more obvious characteristics. The unknown, as much as he hated to admit it, frightened her, and Addisson wasn't quite a fan of being... [i]indecent.[/i]

Yet, something was holding Addisson back from removing the mask. Whatever it was, it wasn't being subtle about it, either.

So, Addisson did the only thing someone with a lack of identity could think of: 

Wait and see.

That said, in a time which was supposed to be spent alone in thought, Addisson found a rather snobbish looking noblewoman roaming the streets below. She looked to be in a hurry, and that interested the Bandit Thief terribly! Why, one might ask? Well it didn't take a genius to think something fishy was up. [i]'Pardon the pun.'[/i] He thought with a grin as she followed the noblewoman like a hawk. Just think: a noblewoman in a hurry in a backwater fishing town. Obviously she was on some important errand, and those [i]always[/i] meant you could get one of two things from them:

Money and-or power.

From Addisson's understanding, there wasn't any rich folk who lived in the area, which meant this person either had said money or powerful purpose on-hand, [i]or[/i] they'd lead the Masquerade Thief straight to it! [i]'Ahh, when am I ever [u]not[/u] a genius?'[/i] He thought proudly as she followed close behind from the rooftops, making sure not to be seen. In order to do that, Addisson made sure his Lapi Necklace of Shadow was in view, and she was keeping to the darker sides of the rooftops. Of course, one couldn't rely on a lapi all the time, and Addisson was well aware of this fact, so she made sure to keep his presence low when following, prioritizing stealth over speed.

Of course, neither was much of an issue for a master thief such as Addisson.

"Akella! Are you still accommodating the peasantry, or can we get on with our travels?"

The noblewoman had an escort, it seemed. By pure guesstimation, Addisson concluded said escort was a woman of strength and morals, favouring brawn over brain. That being said, it would be best [i]not[/i] to agitate the redhead with a thief's presence, and Addisson knew that patience would be everything in the coming heist.

[i]'I do hope they plan on sleeping.'[/i]