Post by VALLIS on Jan 26, 2016 17:36:05 GMT -5
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Through the courtyard and up the stairs, he's not rusty that's physically impossible. He waits pausing behind a pillar scanning the structure footsteps in the distance. Past the kitchen and around the office, he's not as much concerned as he is interested the architecture, and the color, while he'd never formally met this goddess in particular he'd heard of her idiosyncrasies, most of which probably inspired the oddly shaped and oddly colored architecture in her domicile. He'd actually received a number of jobs concerning the Goddess of Harmony, and due to the nature of his business, he was unable to turn down any job that came through. As long as his client had the money he'd take the job, it was something that didn't backfire all to often but on occasion it did and he was left in these types of situations.
His first client; a politician in the north district, sought information on renovations to the south. He'd gotten that information fairly easily the goddess was organized so breaking into her files was simple,as no lock could keep him out, it came with his territory so to speak, he'd snapped some pictures and was on his to the next task. A witch or warlock in the west for some reason hired him to obtain a strand of hair from the woman, while it was definitely odder the thief god made his way into the bathroom and plucked a single strand of hair from a brush placed it in a tight zip lock bag and continued on his journey.
His final client, was someone from her own district and it his request was definitely the most lewd of the three. Apparently his clientele was a big a buyer on the island and offered him an unbelievable sum of money to obtain the god's undergarments, this type of job left a bad taste in his mouth and while he could easily peruse through the woman's room and find something that would satiate his clientele's needs there was definitely a more fun way to go about this, one that both Gods could benefit from. With that in mind he'd begin this phase of his plan.
"YO ANYONE HOME." The man would lay down on her bead now enjoying the general comfort over comforters and pillows glancing around the obnoxiously pink room all the while waiting for the home owner to appear. She was the god who kept the 3 others in line for the most part he was confident the God knew well in the ways of compromise, and knew even more when it came to cutting a deal. Perhaps the four or so beers prior to the job was affecting his judgement, but hindsight as they say was always 20/20.
SERENITY
YO SO I HOPE I DIDN'T ASSUME TO MUCH. TL:DR. HE'S STEALING YOUR SHIT, BUT HE GOTTA STEAL SOME PANTIES AND HE DON'T REALLY WANT TO SO HE'S CALLING YOU OUT. HE'S ALSO ESSENTIALLY TAKING A NAP IN YOUR BED. HE'S RUDE AND DIDN'T TAKE HIS SHOES OFF EITHER ://
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[attr="class","sv3"]O how he loves you, darling girl. O how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
Through the courtyard and up the stairs, he's not rusty that's physically impossible. He waits pausing behind a pillar scanning the structure footsteps in the distance. Past the kitchen and around the office, he's not as much concerned as he is interested the architecture, and the color, while he'd never formally met this goddess in particular he'd heard of her idiosyncrasies, most of which probably inspired the oddly shaped and oddly colored architecture in her domicile. He'd actually received a number of jobs concerning the Goddess of Harmony, and due to the nature of his business, he was unable to turn down any job that came through. As long as his client had the money he'd take the job, it was something that didn't backfire all to often but on occasion it did and he was left in these types of situations.
His first client; a politician in the north district, sought information on renovations to the south. He'd gotten that information fairly easily the goddess was organized so breaking into her files was simple,as no lock could keep him out, it came with his territory so to speak, he'd snapped some pictures and was on his to the next task. A witch or warlock in the west for some reason hired him to obtain a strand of hair from the woman, while it was definitely odder the thief god made his way into the bathroom and plucked a single strand of hair from a brush placed it in a tight zip lock bag and continued on his journey.
His final client, was someone from her own district and it his request was definitely the most lewd of the three. Apparently his clientele was a big a buyer on the island and offered him an unbelievable sum of money to obtain the god's undergarments, this type of job left a bad taste in his mouth and while he could easily peruse through the woman's room and find something that would satiate his clientele's needs there was definitely a more fun way to go about this, one that both Gods could benefit from. With that in mind he'd begin this phase of his plan.
"YO ANYONE HOME." The man would lay down on her bead now enjoying the general comfort over comforters and pillows glancing around the obnoxiously pink room all the while waiting for the home owner to appear. She was the god who kept the 3 others in line for the most part he was confident the God knew well in the ways of compromise, and knew even more when it came to cutting a deal. Perhaps the four or so beers prior to the job was affecting his judgement, but hindsight as they say was always 20/20.
SERENITY
YO SO I HOPE I DIDN'T ASSUME TO MUCH. TL:DR. HE'S STEALING YOUR SHIT, BUT HE GOTTA STEAL SOME PANTIES AND HE DON'T REALLY WANT TO SO HE'S CALLING YOU OUT. HE'S ALSO ESSENTIALLY TAKING A NAP IN YOUR BED. HE'S RUDE AND DIDN'T TAKE HIS SHOES OFF EITHER ://
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