Good Times, Great Times (Cynric)

[Augustine N. B. Rosemonde]

Augustine Noella Babette Rosemonde XII

Age: 21

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Another sunny day on Rhoda gone by, another long, hard day of work away from home. Augustine walked down a rather empty backstreet, face buried in paperwork as her long, strong legs carried her onward. The wind sailed by, but Augustine's death grip on her papers was so strong it hardly even rustled them. "If I take tha' job, then..." She mumbled to herself, her beautiful sapphire eyes staring at the papers with such intensity it seemed they might burn through. "Wha' th' hell? This payment's t'damn small for a job this big! An' that's no' even tinkin' about the danger fee..."

Yep. Another long, hard day of work, far too serious for a woman Augustine's age. As she walked, her mind completely oblivious to the world around her, a small child brushed by her, nearly checking her hips out from underneath her like a damn hockey player. "H-Hey!" Augustine screamed as she shuffled her feet to regain her balance. The child didn't even hesitate to keep on running though, not until he was a safe enough distance away to turn around, look her dead on, and stick his tongue out at her. With a bratty 'nyeh' sound to boot. Augustine's cheeks flushed a bright red for a moment, as she scoffed in turn. "Ya lit'l shite! Didn' your ma teach ya any bloody manners?!" She yelled back angrily at the young boy, only to see him wave a small black burlap sack in her direction, laughing at her mockingly as he did.

In realization, Augustine quickly glanced down at her waist, to the brown leather satchel hanging at her hip, then shooting her glare back at the child, who now quickly turned and darted off. "Tha's my damn purse, ya lit'l...!" She quickly darted off after him, tucking her many papers away into her bag as she ran. If there was one person a kid didn't want to rob, it was probably Augustine. Her extremely athletic build made her far faster and stronger than most other women out there, which proved to be quite valuable when hunting down a thief. She sprinted after the boy like a bat out of hell, rounding a few worn, broken old buildings as her chase inevitably carried her into a crowded area. "Damn it!" She cursed as she ran into the crowd. Her keen eyes managed to keep sight of the boy for the most part. Though as he was a smaller size, it was far easier for him to slip through the crowd than it was for her. Augustine worked on pushing people aside to get through. "Move it, lass!" She exclaimed as she pushed another woman aside, "I got a thief ta catch!" She pushed frantically, and eventually it paid off. She'd made it through the crowd, and found herself looking in the direction she was sure the boy had taken off in!

Time ta get tha' lit'l shite!

She once again took off in a dead sprint, following the footprints of the loosely kicked up dirt where she could. Thankfully, the boy seemed to be heading somewhere no one else seemed to go often, which made him easy enough to track. As she followed the trail, she eventually rounded a corner and spotted the boy! Upon seeing him, her anger kicked up even greater than before. "Ya lit'l...!!" Augustine's fury defied words in this instant; she couldn't even begin to finish that sentence for fear of scaring anyone in range of hearing it. Her legs kicked themselves into full motion, and to any watching, it'd seem like a demon of anger and athleticism ran down their streets as she quickly closed the distance between herself and the young boy. "Got ya!" Augustine yelled as she reached forward and grabbed the boy's shirt collar, pulling it back as she herself came to a screeching halt.

Tossing the boy onto his rear, Augustine used her right foot to push the boy's own together, before gently stepping on them and pushing her weight down, to ensure he couldn't get up and run again. "Get off me, you old cow!" The boy exclaimed angrily through hastened breaths. Augustine's jaw dropped and her cheeks turned bright red, and for a moment, she was flabbergasted. Th' gall on this brat is... She quickly exhaled to try and calm herself. As far as she ran, which must have been nearly across the entire city, Augustine showed no signs of being out of breath, much to the boy's dismay. "All right, ya lit'l pissant... Give me my damn purse back!" She reached her hand out to take it, and the boy reluctantly slammed it into her palm. Augustine opened the purse, keeping a careful eye on the boy below her. "One, two, three," she counted quietly, "All 18 are here." She lifted her foot from the boy's allowing him to stand and run away. Just like before, as the boy felt he was a safe enough distance away, he turned around to face Augustine. "Fat cow!" He called back before sticking his tongue out at her, just the same as before. Augustine yelled back something completely illegible in anger, before throwing her hand up in the air, in his direction, and standing up a single, particular finger on it. The boy quickly scampered off. Augustine decided to pack her purse away again quickly, before actually taking a moment to study her surroundings.

The places was really worn down. The buildings were tattered and the few people around were quite shady looking... They all looked like common thugs and criminals, and each one seemed to be lost in their own little world. All but a select few, who seemed to be gathering around a particular alleyway. They were loud and rambunctious, and Augustine could hear someone yelling about odds. "Gamblers?" Augustine questioned to herself, admittedly a bit louder than she had intended to.

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[Cynric Oxworth]

I'LL BUY MY WAY TO TALK TO GOD SO HE CAN LIVE WITH WHAT I'M NOT

The fire-headed con artist was settled in the middle of the growing crowd, kicked back and relaxing as he practically let every one of the fools give up their gold and other valuables in the terribly addictive art of gambling. Unfortunately for them, while he was more than willing to feed that addiction, he was also not ashamed to take advantage of it, which was really no surprise for anyone who knew his trickster ways. These fools simply never learned and he was living off that fact. Quite literally. However, now was not the time to boast about his manipulative ways. No, if he planned to make this worth his time, he was going to have to focus on actually milking these suckers of their wealth (or lack thereof in some cases), especially if he wanted to keep his head.

Oh yes, playing fellow thieves and bastards could be quite rewarding as it could be dangerous. They were not shy to the idea of killing if they were wronged in any way and he was quite certain he could point out quite a few in his growing audience that had blood on their hands. But do not fear, if there was anything Cynric was good for, it was his outstanding ability to somehow survive such dreadful situations. He was crafty like a fox, after all! He honestly had little worries over the situation, as the crowd was more entertained by the little show that was going on, rather than notice his underhandedness. This would be a piece of cake.

The fellow he was currently playing with seemed a bit too far gone for his own good, though that was certainly nothing Cynric would complain about. He'd just won the shirt off the odd man's back who was currently trying to think of something else to wager. The crowd seemed quite amused by his sad display as he frustratingly muttered to himself, patting his trousers for the thing he was certain would win him back everything he'd lost and then some. Cynric almost felt pity for the poor sap. Almost. But that wouldn't stop him from robbing him dry. It wasn't his fault the guy was so eager to lose everything. In fact, he was quite convinced that if he himself were the devil, the man would very well place his own soul on the line. Then again, Cynric wasn't too far off, he supposed. "Do you have anything else, my friend?" he questioned as he toyed with a ring he'd won off of 'his friend'. It was a few sizes to big, but he was certain it'd go for a pretty price. "I'm afraid you starting to hold up the match. I'm sure other's would like to play as well, you know." he reasoned, voice sounding quite friendly, if not a bit condescending. All he got was a hush in response, the fellow seeming quite determined to make up for his loses. Finally something seemed to click and the man offered a crooked smile. "I'll offer my ship! Winner takes all, right?" he offered. Was that... hope in the old pirate's eyes?

Cynric couldn't help but be a bit skeptic. This guy? A ship? No way. Then again, what was there to lose? Nothing, actually. This game was rigged from the start, unknown to the poor fellow. If for some odd reason this guy actually did have a ship, who was he to pass up the opportunity? Of course, Cyn decided not to get his hopes up too much, keeping all these troubling emotions hidden under an expert poker face. "Hmm... Fine." he agreed, twirling the loose ring around his finger as he gave a nod to the relieved man. "Winner takes all." he echoed with a coy smirk. And just as everyone was preparing for an exciting last round, a voice rang out, catching everyone's attention.

The crowd turned to face the intruder, scary expressions on their face. It was only till the crowd separated a bit that Cynric caught a better look of the rather impressive lass. He offered a warm smile, chuckling at the crowd's quickness to turn on anyone who could potentially be trouble. He waved off the fears however and hoped they'd respond as well. "A friendly game of luck, my dear." he corrected, settling back once the audience seemed to calm down. "Come along and join us. You might go home with riches too abundant for your purse." he laughed, the invite enough to make the rest finally lose interest, turning their attention back to the game. Well... For the most part. They kept a good eye on her, which wasn't that difficult as she seemed to stand out quite a bit.

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NOTES: This post is kind of everywhere, I'm sorry. But it'll get better as we go :]

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS

[Augustine N. B. Rosemonde]

Augustine Noella Babette Rosemonde XII

Age: 21

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Having a whole crowd of loud, seedy looking ruffians instantly turn and scowl at you was frightening indeed. Their stares bore down on this frightened, feminine little maiden like her nightmares had come to life. Her sapphire eyes drew downward in fear, but for an instant...

Well, that was enough acting for now.

Augustine brought her eyes back up and scowled as she approached the crowd. The man in the center was the first to respond to her, ushering her over. Augustine didn't need to be ushered... The first thing she did upon entering the circle of men was elbow the one nearest to her directly in the ribs. "Th' bloody hell ya lookin' at, pig?!" She growled as the man winced and staggered back a step or two. Standing at 6 feet in height, and built for battle, Augustine had little trouble dealing with scoundrels and ruffians. She was a powerful amazon built to bruise. Augustine once again looked to the crimson haired man in the center. She studied him as his little game seemed to pause around her entrance.

"I'm not about ta cause any problems, ya bloody fools." She commented as she moved inward toward the center, bright, sharp eyes studying the men around her. They seemed a bit overly interested in her, for her taste, but that wasn't unusual... Puffing her rather bountiful bosom out, Augustine ran her plated hand along the section of her coat that ran over her shapely hips, taunting the men rather sensually. Her ways were hardly subtle. She was metaphorically firing off a firework into the sky that said 'I know you want me, but you can't have me.' After her little show, she crossed her arms over her stomach and glanced toward the little game they had going.

"I'm tinkin' I got th' next game. Anyone who tinks otherwise'll get a kiss so deep my fist'll take yer teeth in the parting."

The men seemed to have mixed reactions to her threat, but overall, they seemed to have begun to show her some respect, at the very least. But, with her station as the next contender solidified, Augustine settled her feet down and decided to wait patiently for the current situation to settle itself out. She ran her gloved right hand through her long, stunning golden locks of hair to bide her time. Plus waiting like this gave her a good opportunity to study the game she'd be partaking in. She knew she probably should have asked what it was, or actually known something, before just jumping right in... But thinking ahead was never Augustine's strong suit. She was a woman all about the present.

And presently, she wanted to kick some ass and win some money!

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(Sorry, this really isn't a great post. I sort of lost my train of thought when I had to leave halfway through writing it. It's...ehhh.)