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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #40 on: August 06, 2014, 06:58:15 AM »
The first response Inoksi gets is a bare glance from his target, taking in his clothing and dismissing him as nothing special. While that might have been the end goal of the disguise, it still stung to be so quickly dismissed.

The next was from the dealer, who waited for the Pybyr to place his chips and bets on the table. The game they were playing involved precise throws of the dice, made somewhat easier by the dice being deliberately loaded to bring up certain results more than not. Sadly, those results almost always tended to be in favour of the house.

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #41 on: August 06, 2014, 10:09:59 AM »
Inoski places his bet, trying his best to hide his distaste for this kind of game which is based solely on chance (and weighted against him). He scans the room for a game of cards, or something else which would allow him to bring his finely honed bluffing skills to bear.

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #42 on: August 12, 2014, 04:27:29 PM »
Several tables away, there is a game played on tablets and placards, large stone shards being shifted around between the various players. It doesn't have a completely unobstructed view of the dice game he is currently seated at, but there is a passable one, and one that includes the chair his target is currently seated in.

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #43 on: August 18, 2014, 10:09:32 PM »
Inoski waits until after the first round or two, trying to be non-chalant, then says "That's quite a nice cloak you have there. It must have cost quite a stack of quid"
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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #44 on: August 21, 2014, 09:20:42 AM »
Nciphisa smiles at the attention, basking in the glow that his new wealth was bringing him. "It was rather expensive, as you can no doubt tell. You clearly have wonderful taste in clothing. If you do well at the tables tonight, perhaps I can introduce you to my tailor?"

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #45 on: May 25, 2015, 12:27:06 PM »
Inoski smiles and says "That would be splendid. The name's Anoshi." and extends a hand to the rat, doing his best to hide his anger behind a smile of daggers.
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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #46 on: May 26, 2015, 10:18:00 AM »
"Anoshi? The pleasure is all mine. Now what say we see about the dice?"

With that, Nciphisa, plus the other three seated at the table, began to place bets, each starting out small. At last the dice are handed to Anoshi, who tosses them from claw to claw, testing the weight. They were awkward to hand, clearly loaded in favour of the house, but in such a way they would occasionally enable an outrageous win for a player. No doubt it was that little touch in the players' favour that kept the gamblers coming back over and over.

After pushing a few small coins forward, little more than a feeler, the dice fluttered forward, bouncing from his claw across the table and clattering about until they settled. On the Draw. Which meant each of the players picked up their bets. Or, more properly, simply left them there for the next roll, which passed to the Pybyr seated to Inoksi's left.

Play passed around the table until it arrived in the hands of Nciphisa. At the precise moment, the Pybyr was feeling aggrieved, for the dice had been against him for most of the throws, and his stack was noticeably smaller than when he had first sat down at the table. A few of those coins had ended up with Inoksi, and it seemed an opportune moment for the falsely accused guard to get a little of his own back. And hunt for information while he was at it.

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #47 on: May 26, 2015, 02:45:40 PM »
At that point "Anoshi" begins to look around on the floor, table, and in his pockets. At first, he's calm as if searching for something, but as he continues he becomes more and more frantic, saying "By the elders, where is it? I had it here just a moment ago..."

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« Reply #48 on: May 26, 2015, 08:32:05 PM »
At the scrambling, Nciphisa begins to peer down over at the hunting form of Inoksi, his snout clearly screwed up into an expression conveying both curiosity and a faint distaste. "What seems to be the matter?"

"It was to be an engagement ring. I'd already talked to my family, and they'd talked to my bride to be's family, and all that was left was for me to formally propose to her, but now... what am I going to do? The ring is a family heirloom. It's not actually that valuable inherently, but it is irreplaceable to me, as they'll all know if I show up with a different one, and I'll be judged a failure! Oh I must find it!"

At that, the other patrons, including Nciphisa, begin to assist in the search, although it's uncertain whether they are truly looking to help the struggling figure Inoksi portrays himself to be, or whether they are simply on the hunt for the jewellery, in the hopes that they can pocket it unobserved. Whatever the matter, they do not find the ring, it being safely tucked away within a pocket of Inoksi's attire. On the other hand, he does manage to attract a fair bit of attention, attention that ends as the disguised Pybyr perks up and speaks.

"Oh! Maybe I left it at the restaurant! I must look! But if any of you should find it, bring it to my room on Ikhaya Street. It's the basement quarters. And there's a healthy reward for any who do!"

With that, Inoksi shot from the room, his haste exaggerated by a squawk as he bumped into a patron passing through the door. But rather than continue faking his flight, he calmed and stepped through the door into the emptiest of the gambling house's rooms, where the Pybyr were too engaged in drink and the games of chance before them to look in his direction. Facing the corner, he swiftly shifted disguise, this time vaguely emulating one of the Ncane elders. Enough to give the appearance of dignified riches, at any rate.

Returning to the table of Nciphisa, he found his prior seat unoccupied, and casually slipped into it, flipping a few chips out before him as if their value was all but worthless in his eyes. The casual display of wealth attracted the eyes of all those around the table, eyes that flickered with surprise as he bent over, removed the ring from its hidden pouch, and sat back upright, idly flipping it in his hand.

"Hmm... What's this?"

The dealer was the first to react. "Sir, that ring belongs to the patron who was in the seat just before you occupied it. He left only moments before, and said he resides on Ikhaya Street. There was mention of..."

Nciphisa cut the dealer off with a swift gesture and swifter words. "A journey the likes of which an elder such as yourself should not be forced to make. Not when one has only just arrived at the table for some entertainment and relaxation. Please, let me have the honour. The hands have been against me, and I wish to retire with what remains of my honour."

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #49 on: May 27, 2015, 02:37:24 PM »
The "elder" sniffs disdainfully and says after a moment of pregnant silence "Take your bauble and begone." with an outstretched hand holding the ring as if it were a piece of rubbish that he could hardly wait to part with.

Then once Nciphisa has left sight, the "elder" likewise gets up and hurriedly heads for the door, to make sure that he beats the greedy bastard back to his hideout, all the way plotting what exactly he's going to do to him once he gets there...

Thinking that he may have to physically subdue Nciphisa, he begins storing strength so he can use it later...
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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #50 on: May 27, 2015, 04:16:49 PM »
Chuckling lightly at the foolishness of the elder, Nciphisa gave a cheeky little bow to the rest of the gamblers at the table, then saunters out of the place, entirely sure that he has come into some funds of his own.

Whistling through his teeth as he strolls towards Ikhaya Street, he slipped the ring over a claw, admiring it as it glinted in the light. Whoever this fellow was, he would certainly be able to afford a nice reward.

Those thoughts were still echoing in his mind as he raised a fist to thump heavily on the door of the address that had been mentioned, greed shining in his eyes.

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #51 on: June 06, 2015, 03:13:50 PM »
Inoski opens the door with his weapon held behind him in one hand saying "Oh, you! Did you find it? Please come in!"

Then as the door closes, he positions himself in front of it and changes back to his normal appearance. Then his muscles bulge as if they're going to burst, and twirling his weapon menacingly he says "Now, Old Friend, why don't you sit down and let's have a nice little chat about why you framed me."

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #52 on: June 08, 2015, 10:47:33 AM »
Nciphisa squeaked when Inoksi appeared with his weapon out. The ring tumbled from his lifeless claw to clank, softly, as it hit the ground. Followed by a louder thump as the finely dressed Pybyr fainted, sagging into the door and sliding, none too gently, to the ground.

When Inoksi "persuaded" him to wake, rather roughly it should be said, the guard started waving his claws and snout, denying whatever it was he'd been accused of.

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Re: Pybyrian Machination
« Reply #53 on: July 02, 2015, 01:46:18 PM »
"OK, let me go slowly so your little pea-brain can follow it. If you had nothing to do with what happened to me, then where did you come into a sudden load of cash, Mr. Bigshot?"

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« Reply #54 on: July 02, 2015, 03:23:32 PM »
"We... we just got told you got caught stealing something from the warehouse! I didn't rat you out, I didn't see you do anything!" The Pybyr then spent a long moment gathering himself as he looked up at the looming form of Inoksi, who was hovering over him, claws bunched. "And the money? That had nothing to do with you! I just had to go off-duty for a little. Just like you do, right Inoksi?"

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« Reply #55 on: July 02, 2015, 08:40:55 PM »
"Look, we don't make that much money. You came into some extra cash. Admit it! And I suspect I know how! Something of mine went missing a while back. Nothing too valuable, but something I was fond of. While I was dissappointed, I didn't think much of it... until I saw it lying in an empty box where there should have been something really valuable. Something that had been stolen from the Ncane clan. Somebody planted my bangle in that box, to make it look like I was stupid enough to have stolen whatever had been in there!

I think someone paid you to lift it off me. I know it dissappeared while I was on guard duty, and you were just about the only other one there that night! So just admit it before I get REALLY angry and do something we'll both regret!"
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« Reply #56 on: July 03, 2015, 07:35:40 AM »
"Of course I came into some extra cash! But it had nothing to do with you! Some Pybyr, probably a rival to the Ncane, paid me to disappear for a little. So I disappeared. What of it? I never went after you, never had anything to do with you!" Nciphisa surged to his feet, glaring back at Inoksi. "Whatever trouble you got yourself in, me, I had nothing to do with it! That's it! I bet all you want is a cut. You want to take a nice chunk of my coin for yourself, and think I'm an easy mark with some sob story about you being robbed and then set up. Not a chance! Especially not to some ninth-born yolkless oaf! Now get out of here before I start screeching for help!"