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Open Green Labyrinth  Stealin' from Iskra
Otem the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#1
there are no markings on her country roads
no signs that show the way back home


Since having kicked Iskra to try and shut him up, Otem hadn't really seen her slightly stinky friend. Strangely though, he had been on her mind. At least insofar as she felt pangs of disappointment and bitter resentment towards him each time he failed to show up somewhere that she was. Or when he did show up, they were so surrounded by chaos (literally and metaphorically) and other bodies, that it was impossible to get to him.

So, Otem had casually taken up stalking.

Given that a certain aroma had followed Iskra ever since he entered the Rift, Otem had been more or less trying to use her nose as well as her eyes to search for the son of lightning and flame. But she wasn't a dog, and so it wasn't actually that successful.

"This is hopele-"  Otem abruptly closed her lips as she spied what she thought was the form of her intended target standing above. Was he drinking? Peeing? Eating? It was hard to tell, there were so many bushes and things in between them. What would she even say she was doing this far in the Labyrinth? How would she explain herself? You don't just randomly bump into someone in such a secluded place. He'd know for sure that she had been following him, and then what would she have to say for herself? Oh I just wanted to see you?! Ludicrous! 

Just as she was about to slink back and hide, Otem saw the glimmer of something in the grass. Iskra's dagger! Maybe he put it down to do ... whatever he was doing? A smile lit up the girl's features. She could say that she found it and was returning it to him! Perfect!

Although if she knew its sentimental value, she'd likely avoid stealing that particular item at all costs, but she didn't, and so she tried.

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YO @Iskra IMMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT FIRST IMMA TRY TO STEAL YOUR SHIT. Just for funzies tho <3

Otem is trying to steal Iskra's "Ampere" dagger.

You may always use magic/force on/against Otem.
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
Success Roll:
Otem: d20 = 8
Iskra: d20 = 2
Iskra 5 item penalty: 2 - 1 = 1 *
Otem age penalty: 8 - 5 = 3 **
3 > 1, so the stealth is successful!

Rolls: https://i.imgbox.com/WsAMd0DH.png

*edited to correct for item penalty
**edited (again :| ) to correct for Otem's age penalty
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Otem the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#3
T
there are no markings on her country roads
no signs that show the way back home


It was the dagger! Excellent! A lopsided grin spread across Otem's face. Now she would have a reason to talk to Iskra and he'd be thankful she returned his dagger! Of course Otem didn't know a lot about Iskra, but she was fairly certain that, like all boys, he misplaced things. Youthful abandon, free spiritedness and all that. If nothing else, Otem was good on her feet and a good liar. She'd come up with something. For now, all she could really think about was the excitement that felt like a beach ball in her throat.

Now, all she needed to do was actually grab the dagger and then just ... well, go off a bit so that she could call his name from far away.

That was the plan anyways.

"Now listen, if things go sideways just..create a diversion, okay?" Pandora looked at Otem without comprehension. Grumbling, the autumn-touched child rolled her eyes, overly eager to set her plan into motion. "You know! Be noisy.  Come up with a distraction.' Pandora did not seem to acknowledge this request, but Otem had already moved off trying to grab the dagger. Once it was safely in her teeth, she tried to spin as noiselessly as possible, and slink back from where she came.

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I think I go again, to see if I'm detected?

You may always use magic/force on/against Otem.
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#4
Detection Roll:
Otem: d20 = 20 - 5 = 15
Target: d20 = 18 - 5 = 13
15 > 13, so the thief is not caught!
https://i.imgbox.com/rElmvkij.png

Correct, you posted again for the detection roll. Now @Iskra must post!
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Iskra
Currently championing: Caevoc
#5

SPARKS WILL FLY, THEY IGNITE OUR BONES
WHEN THEY STRIKE, WE LIGHT UP THE
WORLD

This was another familiar place, yet it was still different, like the Isles. He'd known those better, had been fond of them, whereas this forested labyrinth he had only traversed once and seen a few times more. Still, he knew the rift had branded this place, marking it, altering it from however it had stood in Helovia. His mother's tales had mentioned Helovia gained it though, not birthed it like its other realms. So then was it back home, was the brand actually a birthmark?

Possibly, but like hearing a remade song before the original, Iskra was loyal to the version he knew first - the remake, the Helovian labyrinth. Now it just seemed, strange.

Iskra found himself tugging on the metal knife he kept tucked between his wings. It wasn't until the flush of warm air blew across his feathers that he even realized he was toying with the blade, his mother's blade. Whenever he missed home he seemed to absentmindedly play with it, as if feeling it, wielding it, might bring him closer to home, or closer to her. He glanced down at it as he laid it in the grass, sighing loudly as he laid next to it. He couldn't invoke it unless he wanted to be assaulted again, but the urge to try once more was itching on the back of his tongue. He wondered if he might see Helovia reflected in its steel sides, as if the realm existed adjacent to this one, just separated in another plane, another time, another fold of space. It seemed likely to try to glimpse it here, in a land that had been in both (or still existed in both?).

As he debated in his head slumber stole across him, a weariness that ran too deep for flighty nights to cure. Without even a yawn Iskra drifted off between his curled up limbs, promising himself just a moment to rest his eyes, to clear his head, to untangle his heart. The moment carried on into several, and the boy slept, unaware of the thief that crept up to take his precious item. Only a lone ear flicked at the sound of her approach and departure across the kneeling grass, and easily enough his dream incorporated it, peaceful for the timebeing.
I S K R A



@Otem

Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
Otem the Hopebringer
Currently championing:
#6
T
there are no markings on her country roads
no signs that show the way back home


SUCCESS!

It was rare that everything just sort of ... went according to plan, but thus far Otem's impromptu plan to strike up a conversation with Iskra was going swimmingly. Excitement and enthuisiasm bubbled up in the oak-marked child's chest as she continued to stealth away from her sleeping friend, lifting her feet comically high to try and remain as silent as possible. She really should have gone farther away, but in her mind she'd already been here for ages. And so, despite the fact that her decision could negatively affect her plan, Otem spun on her heels, tossed her head back slightly to get the long strands of mane out of her eyes, and coughed.

Ah-hem the cough went, as if there was some audience that Otem was trying to alert, indicating that she was now out of stealth mode.

"Iskraaaaa-" Otem called loudly, forcing concern and worry into her voice. "Pandora-" She continued, her voice preposterously loud as she began the pantomime of looking for the lightning boy. "You did say you thought he was over here, didn't you?" Her voice was like a bit of tangled ribbon caught in a breeze - it rose and fell, fluttering around as she stressed the implication that she had not yet travelled up this way and was only doing so on recommendation from her companion. 

There was no evidence she'd already been here once. 

Right?

"Iiiiiiiiiiskraaaaaaa"

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You may always use magic/force on/against Otem.
Iskra
Currently championing: Caevoc
#7

SPARKS WILL FLY, THEY IGNITE OUR BONES
WHEN THEY STRIKE, WE LIGHT UP THE
WORLD

His name floated through his subconscious, lilting in tempo with Otem's voice as she called for him. In his dream however it was taken as the subtly malevolent croon of Kaos. Peace time warped into what was too often the reality of Iskra's day in and day out. A tooth and nail struggle for survival, happiness an illusive hope drifting out of reach on muted, alien skies. So Iskra ran, pell-mell into the abyss of the horizon, Kaos' mocking purr of his name hounding down on his heels.

He couldn't escape.

Iskra woke with a start as Otem neared and shouted out once more. His head shot bolt upright, and his wings flared and flopped at his sides, as if ready to take him up and away from the horrors of the world - if only his legs were just as ready.
Iskra flopped a bit to the side, his exuberant wing toppling him a bit while his curled legs worked on unfolding themselves. He was still a bit groggy, still trying to sieve out the nightmare behind his eyes from the one in front of them.

The more he woke though, the more his conscious mind fixed the things his subconscious had gotten wrong.
"O-Otem?" he asked softly, a confused slur accompanying the question as well. He'd managed to right himself and was in the process of standing when he called out louder for her again.

"OTEM?" His knife was for the time being gone from his mind.
I S K R A



@Otem

Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.