towerofanimus | The perfect crime

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[ou] nesir aeser

The perfect crime

Characters: Nesir Aeser and Gilbert
Setting: Restaurant, backdated to the 12th
Format: Um I'll start prose, switch if you wish!
Summary: A little late due to mob and Jason shenanigans, Nesir and Gilbert go to get some real food
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Nesir stood on the staircase going down into the restaurant waiting. They had meant to do this days ago but Nesir's involvement in the mob and her subsequent prison stay had delayed things. Nesir was still trying not to think about what had happened, because it was strange and she had been stupid and now she knew the extent of their power. She wasn't sure if Ganondorf was right... even speed wouldn't have saved her. How do you fight against someone who can manipulate your own body?

To add to matters making Nesir angry she was sick, her cold had gotten worse her brain felt like someone had added porridge to it... She now had shoes though given to her by Rise, they were too big but warm. And warmth was more important. She sneezed and sniffed miserably, she hated being sick.

She looked around again for Gilbert.

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Gilbert spotted Nesir as he made his way to the restaurant. "Hey," he said quietly, approaching her. His "stealth mode" left much to be desired; his "quiet voice" could still be heard from a distance away and his footsteps were loud. "Are you ready to go?" He almost immediately changed topics after he noticed the sniffling. "Aw, did you catch that cold that's going around? That sucks. It's all the more important that we get you something good to eat, then."

His stealth mode did indeed leave much to be desired, Nesir rolled her eyes as she heard him way before she saw him. Well... from what Nesir had seen of those that wore the colourless collars it wouldn't take much to get past them. Hopefully.

She shrugged at him, "I do be guessing I did be, it do be stupid." Nesir hated being ill, she hated being week. She couldn't afford to be week. "Do you be having a plan?"

Plans? Oh crap. Gilbert wasn't very good at plans. Military strategies, yes, plans for other things, no. "A plan? Uh..." Come on, he had to be able to think of something quickly! "There's got to be some way we can get into the kitchen. Maybe there's a chance that someone won't be there to watch us. Maybe we could just open the door and walk right in! The guys with the colorless collars aren't the most responsive, right?" Yes, Gilbert was considering brute-forcing his way into the kitchen. That's how little of a plan he had.

Nesir raised her eyebrow, he had said he had done this before. She frowned, he would be a problem if he really was as much as an idiot as he seemed, but the promise of food made her reckless, the promise of warm food...

She stifled another sneeze and looked at him, "Maybe, but I do be thinking they do be having some way to be reporting to their boss, it did be happening the other day. They did no be fighting back but that Jason did be coming. We can no be risking that."

She peered into the room, "I do be thinking you do be being good at talking?"

Gilbert was not entirely aware of the events of the mob- he had heard some about it from word of mouth, but not all of it. "Whoa... Jason showed up? Oh god, what did he do to you?" Jason was never a good sign. He'd never seen the man's cruelty face-to-face, but he knew Jason was bad news and always Doing Things To People. "Anyway... I'm good at talking, yeah! I can talk a lot about pretty much anything. Why do you ask?"

Nesir shrugged, "He did be proving he do be more powerful than us, and then he did be throwing us in a cell. It did no be too bad."

Just unnerving, but Nesir wasn't thinking about that, she had a food robbery to plan. "Good! Then you can be the distraction."

"That was all? Just being chucked into a cell...?" Gilbert had the feeling that there were more details. This was Jason, after all. There had to be some experiment in the works. Nonetheless, now was not the time to pry. There was a task to accomplish. "The distraction, huh?" Something in Gilbert's mind grumbled about that, but hey, he was rusty at stealing. Nesir was probably better equipped to do the deed. "Fine. I'll chat up whoever's at the counter while you do what you do. Right? If that's it, be sure to get me lots of pancakes!"

"Yes." And her glare suggested that it wasn't all but she was refusing to talk about it.

She was glad that he agreed, since she had already seen that his stealth skills were practically none existent and he didn't seem that intelligent.

"Alright, I will be getting as many pancakes as I can be carrying!" She grinned, she was looking forward to this.

"Good deal! Now... how should I start? Just walk up and start talking?" At this point, Gilbert was starting to realize how much his tactics skills had fallen behind. Surely he could think of a better plan! ...No, he couldn't. His brain was stuck. What a bother.

Nesir rolled her eyes, this was the last time she made plans with anyone over those computers, he had seemed a lot more intelligent before she had met him properly.

She thought back to similar robberies as a child, her and her sister stealing sweet cakes and fruit from the market. They had been good, only been caught a couple of times, when they were very young; young enough that the angry traders marched them back to their guardians instead of the nearest street guard.

"Pretend you do be interested in eating there, you do be relatively new yes? You can be asking them about payment. They do only ever be talking about their jobs so do be keeping it on that subject."

"Sounds like a plan," Gilbert replied. He was getting increasingly bothered by the emptiness of his head; where were his tactician skills when he needed them? Well, it was too late to do anything about it now. The plan had been set. "Shall we start?"

Nesir nodded, "You do be going in first, when they do be properly distracted I will be following."

"Gotcha. Here goes!" Putting on his biggest grin, Gilbert strolled up to the restaurant counter and began to loudly engage the person at the counter in conversation. "Hey! Anyone else come in today? What are you serving? Are you having a good day?" It was basically a stream of totally bogus questions that seemed to be baffling the person more than anything else.

Wow. What an idiot. The sensible part of Nesir told her to turn round now and leave, let the idiot get himself into trouble. But she could smell food and didn't want to be known as a coward so she waited until the drone was well and truly confused before dropping down and making her way behind its line of sight.

Gilbert barely even saw Nesir as she prepared to begin her part of the action. He just continued rattling off questions. "No? No one's come in here today? Come on, there's so much delicious food here! Lots of people have got to come! What? No? Okay, let me try something else, then..."

The hardest part of crawling through the restaurant was resisting the urge to stand up and shake Gilbert until some sense fell into him. But instead she gritted her teeth and continued to the kitchens. She stayed low, reaching up and snatching things off trays, a pancake here, a sandwich there. A plate of roasted goose, a few candy canes. It was hard to balance everything and crouch at the same time but she slowly made her way to the door and looked at Gilbert to see if he still had their attention, and if it was safe to go in again.

Yep, Gilbert still had the person's attention, all right. He was now basically going off the wall this time, and boy was he hoping that Nesir was almost finished in there. "How many people didn't pay their bills so far? Boy, getting the collateral for that stuff must be hard! Bet you've got enough extra fingers for a creepy necklace or something! Not to mention the spleens and stomachs and other organs. What do you even do with those, anyway?"

Nesir crawled back in again pulling a face, it wasn't that she was squeamish; she had never had a choice in the matter, but lost limbs struck a chord with her.

She wondered how they did collect them, and if they could be fought off or if Jason would get involved and therefore be able to turn of the victims limbs.

She shook the thoughts out of her mind and collected some more food, they had enough for a feast now. Nesir was reminded of sneaking food from the inn kitchens to have midnight feasts with her sister. But she shook those thoughts away as well.

Nesir didn't have a sister.

Safely out of the restaurant she glanced in signalling to Gilbert that she was ready.

Finally! It wasn't that Nesir took too long or anything, but Gilbert was (to the surprise of some) tired of talking. He capped off his conversation with, "Well, it was good talking to you! Maybe I'll order something next time," and headed in Nesir's direction. Once he got to her, he whispered, "Let's head somewhere else so we don't get caught right out of the gate."

"Most sensible thing you did be saying all day." Nesir handed half the food to him and started down the stairs. "We can be going to the meadow."

"Well, I had to think of something to distract the guy with," Gilbert mumbled, accepting the food that he had been doled out to carry. Dutifully, he followed Nesir down the stairs, trying really hard not to drool over the food he was carrying. Real food! Real, glorious food! This would be a feast for the ages!

Nesir just smirked at him and led the way to the meadow where she flopped in the grass with a laugh, looking almost carefree. The coughing fit that took her for a moment ruined it of course but afterwards she smiled.

"Let's eat!"

"The grass here always feels great, doesn't it?" Gilbert sat down by Nesir, his eye on the food. "Did you get any forks or anything? It doesn't matter too much to me, but I figured I'd just check."

"Forks?" For a moment Nesir looks confused, "Oh do you be meaning those... things. In the cafeteria."

Guess who doesn't have forks where she comes from (at least not in the levels of society she knows). But she hadn't even thought to pick up knives (which was how they ate in the Temple). She blushed slightly.

"Where I do be coming from we do be eating with our hands, with bread." She told him to save face, not that she had brought any bread either, but they didn't have the bread she was used to here.

"Ah... man, it's been forever since I've eaten like that. Just straight-up, with my hands. Don't worry about the forks. This will be a little nostalgic for me, is all." He reached over, plucked a piece off a pancake, and popped it into his mouth. "This is great! Not as great as the pancakes my brother makes, but certainly great compared to the stupid nutrition bars."

Nesir shrugged, she hadn't been worried. Forks, or other cutlery for that matter, had been not very high on her priority list.

"You do be having a brother?"

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