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  [h3]Guillan-Eastern Slums: [i]"Fate is Fate.. right"[/i], Late Evening
  Y'Vanna-[/h3]  
     Y'Vanna was grateful for Gail's efforts in his attempts to separate herself from this terrible predicament that had hastily bestowed itself upon their poor souls.  It would've have probably worked too, had it not been for the nature of her own destiny.. as the old woman and screeching brat of child, held up on one side by a guardsman of her own.. Y'Vanna's jaw dropped, and had it not been attached it would have surely came to rest on the worn cobbles beneath her feet.  This was only a momentary look which quickly turned into a furrowed brow, and a look of bewildering disappointment as she realized she was clutching the coin purse still in her hand..  [i]Careless move.. [/i]at least she thought so.  How damning and insufferable her luck had always been.

     [color=f7941d]"There she be!!, That be her that ran off with me purse.."[/color] the woman clamored about. Her and the child now hissing and pointing in her direction..

     Y'Vanna was used to this sort of thing though.  Trouble had always seemed to follow her, for they both crossed paths constantly. Y'Vanna would've normally sought out some ploy to escape from such a situation, and half of the time that strategy would work out in her favor.  However, it would not be this day.  The narrow alleyway was now impassable with guards, and that's all there was to it. It was over for the both of them, and she knew it too.. but she was still grateful to Gail. His efforts were commendable to say the least.  She turned to look at him and  pulled her arms up in the air, half shrugged, left hand still clutching the evidence. 

     [color=f7941d]"Hey..."[/color] she said with a smile.[color=f7941d]"Fate is fate.. right?"[/color]

     Then, as she did so, two guards were quick to put a good grip on her. One grabbing each arm.  The one on the left snatching the woman's purse from Y'Vanna's palm, relieving her of it's ownership.  The coins and bits still heavy inside it.  One guard looked to the other, and then he looked to the accusing..

     [color=f7941d]"This it Missy?  This [i]your[/i] purse 'ere?"[/color] he said with a jeered smile.  The other trying to contain himself in the jest of it, whilst securing Y'Vanna's arms behind her back. 

     [color=f7941d]"Aye, that be it."[/color] she said in relief. The child now jumping with enthusiasm at the plight of Y'Vanna's situation.  

     The look on both of their faces made her sick in the pit of her stomach.  How she loathed those who lived above her stature.  She was for better than this, and she knew it.. and her past did too.. She had been better than this, at one time or other.. She scowled. Her hands were now being shackled tight behind her, the weight of the cuffs and chain were a constant reminder of guilt and were perhaps designed for this purpose to some degree. 

     [color=f7941d]"You mind I be having it and I will be happily on my way.."[/color] the old crow cawed, raising a hand and waving it as to dispatch her assailant [color=f7941d]"do what you will with that one.."[/color]

     [color=f7941d]"I'm afraid I can't at the moment.. it needs to come with us so that we can properly document the evidence at this district's magistrate, Miss"[/color] the guard says, stuffing the purse under his belt and returning his attention to Y'Vanna and the other guard.  [color=f7941d]"You're more than welcome to come by and pick it up there at noon on the morrow though. It'll be there for you then, safe and snug it will.."  [/color]

     [color=f7941d]"oh for the love of the Nines.." [/color]she snorted.. [color=f7941d]"Hard to tell who the [i]real crooks[/i] are round 'ere, ain't it love?"[/color] gripping the child's hand as they both stormed off in disbelief. 

     It was a well known fact that the guards and those that governed in certain districts of the city were just as corrupt as the undesirables were.. everyone knew that. They began to pat Y'Vanna down and relieve her of her belongings and her pointy objects. One of them was being extra friendly as he did so, eventually relieving her of her pistol.

     [color=f7941d]"What's this we got 'ere Lass?"[/color] The guardsman said holding out to pass to the other. rubbing his other hand across the flesh of her breast.  [color=f7941d]"Wonder what else we might have."[/color]

     Y'Vanna's heart sank at the words..  The dust.. She could surely not afford to lose her precious powder.  Her saving grace.  She would have to act fast.  It was instinct that took over in that moment. One thing the girl knew was a good distraction, and a touch of seduction went a long way when properly applied..She lifted and knee and slid her leg across his own, and splitting them.  She Tilted her head with a sly smile on her face, as she continued to reel in her catch.  These were hard earned, and repetitive lessons, from her past time with the pirates.  Some of her darkest memories, but also some of her most hardening too, and the skills she learned from them had always served her well.

     [color=f7941d]"Why don't you get a little closer and find out?"[/color] She said enticingly.  Her words melting the wit of the mark.

     [color=f7941d]"Well now.."[/color] The guard said, licking his lips with anticipation.  [color=f7941d]"That be an invitation.. is it?"[/color]

     [i]Aye it is..[/i] she thought, as she rammed her head hard across the bridge of his nose and brow. His helmet left a terrible slice across her forehead from the nose guard, and blood began to seep down from out of it.  She was hardly as marred by the incident as he was though, the cracking sound that was made sounding as if it was very unforgiving. 

     [color=f7941d]"You bitch whore, you!"[/color]  he snarled, slinging the back of his fist hard across the ridge of her cheek, instantly rendering her unconscious.  [color=f7941d]"Get her on out of 'ere, for I kill the wench.."[/color]

     Her ploy had worked out though, as the guards were no longer concerned with searching her at this point.  Her body slumped over as the other guard struggled with the limpness of her limbs. Blood dripping from her brow and lip, forming a constellation like pattern on the pavers below.  Her dust was safe, at least for now. 
 
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[h3]Guillan- Royal Complex/Stronghold Keep, Dawn
Nar-[/h3]

The two of them were both subdued by the posse, loaded up and carted away. The highly altered carriage was very sturdy, and both the wood and the iron bars were very thick. Though it was very well made, it was not luxurious, nor did it afford any comfort as the seats were as hard and damning as the evidence against them. The trip would be a bit longer than expected though, as they weren't going to the magistrate's at all.  This carriage was on a course for the Royal Complex.. which was just as much a fortress as it was a palace, with bastions and thick buttressed walls. A fortification of the type that would require extensive siege to conquer. It was by far the most fortified location in the entire city. Massive walls and guard posts everywhere. Everything was immaculately ornate as well. No expense had been spared in its construction, nearly two and a half centuries  ago..

     Eventually, the pair had ended up in a small cell, with bars as thick as the carriage's were.  The stonework and back wall were thick, and probably doubled as a massive foundation for the entire palace.  One shackled at the ankle to the other.  Y'Vanna was still out cold and laid out in a fetal pattern on the hard flooring. In the cell next to them was another ill fated thief. He was also shackled at the ankle to an iron loop in the wall.  Hours had passed since the two had been down there, but he had remained silent for the whole time.. and oddly enough, when there was not a guard presently walking by, odd hints of lights could be seen dancing about from his direction as if it were from a flickering candle.  
     One thing was most assured.. Something was afoot and the three of them likely knew it..  crimes of their nature weren't usually handled directly by the Emperor King himself.. which was surely where they were at. Something was off alright. The floor and walls were damp from the ground water, and the temperature was very cool.  One would assume that they were at some depth beneath the palace stronghold. Muffled voices and the sounds of chains clamoring about added to the dread of their environment. This wouldn't have boded well for any of them.  Soon the morning sun would rise, and so too would fate changing events along with it....

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