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- [16:10] Ita says, "...Sometimes, Ell. It's better not knowin'."
- [16:11] Ita pulls out a crate from the corner, shoving it against the wall to make a little work station. Then she pulls out some rusty old tools from under her 'bed' in the little sewer hideout. She starts setting them all up and taking things out of her coat.
- (Ita)
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- [16:13] "While I agree, I'd be right pissed if some noble is pickin' up kids from th'streets an'makin' life 'ell f'em."
- The Ooker tugged cloak off, tossing it to the side as he sat on one of his crates! "Figure, least I can do was pop a Disappearin' potion an' eye th'place y'know?"
- He squinted at Ita as she did her work, cocking his head just a hair. "Speakin' of. Want one? Made three doses."
- (Elliot)
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- [16:15] Ita looks up briefly with pursed lips from where she's working.
- "I feel like if it were bad news, one of the kids would've said something. Keeping that many kids quiet about something'd be hard...not impossible though."
- She looks up and stares blankly at the wall. For a good few minutes actually. The purse of her lips becomes a frown. What if...
- No. That was too unlikely. She goes back to organizing her tools, and removing things form her coat. Two masks, including the gas-mask style affair they wore as a 'uniform' at Moonfall's festivities and another flat black one with no decoration, only eye-holes.
- "You're right. Couldn't hurt to keep an eye on it. There's space down here usually. And I couldn't take that for free, Ell. I'd pay you for it. How much?"
- (Ita)
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- [16:18] "Already did, didn't ya?"
- He grinned wide! Leaning against the cobbles behind himself. Crossing his legs. "I got a good source of Luminite. S'fine. Made sure I got enough stock f'Presto t'still make me one too."
- (Elliot)
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- [16:20] "I dunno about all that. But I'm not gonna twist your arm," she says, then grunts with effort as she takes the guts out of the gas mask. It's sort of sloppy work, but the interior of the mask doesn't need to be pretty. She takes the guts from one and applies it to the interior of the plain, flat black façade.
- "Tara was part of that orphanage, wasn't she?"
- There's the sounds of busy tinkering and a few soft, soft curses as she jams something into the wrong place or nicks one of her fingers with a tool. Thank god that doesn't happen when she does surgery.
- (Ita)
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- [16:22] "Mhm. I never asked 'er too much 'bout it. Ought to. See what she says." He itched his head, mulling it over.
- "I jus' got a feelin', y'know? If it wasn' so bad why are so many kids ditchin'? They're comin' down 'ERE. Somethin's up. Beats me what though."
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- He cocked his head the opposite way, deciding he had to ask. "What's th'mask for?"
- (Elliot)
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- [16:25] "If she was..."
- There's a pause. She glances over her shoulder, towards the door way, and stops to listen carefully in the room. Extra breathing. The sounds of footsteps.
- "Ask her if they gave her any tattoos. Or any of the other kids."
- Then without explanation she returns back to her work, fiddling with the mask's guts. Just about done. She slows but doesn't quite freeze when Elliot asks.
- "Cuz sometimes, depending on where you go Ell, it's useful to have a new face."
- (Ita)
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- [16:30] "Tattoos? S'an odd one. But I can see where that gets me."
- That was menacing. But so were Nobles and their affairs. The Ooker winced. Though he had even more questions now. "Y'ain't wrong. Didn't expect you t'be sneakin' though. Kehe... You were usually th'subtle one. Not gonna break into somewhere y'shouldn' be, eh?"
- He didn't seem too bothered if she was.
- (Elliot)
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- [16:32] Noble affairs were dreadful. There is no denying that. A smirk tugs at her lips.
- "Ell. Sneaking and subtle go hand-in-hand more than you think," she remarks, affixing the last of the gas mask bits to the back and flipping it to the front.
- The face portion is already flat black, but...no. It's not enough to suit her. Ita brushes her fingertips across the matte surface. From an outsider's perspective it looks like the shadows up her sleeves flow down like liquid, coating the mask in a layer of preternatural darkness.
- Even the eyeholes are gone. It's like looking into a slice of a starless night sky.
- "Thinkin' about it. Lots of places out there worth going to that savory folk ain't supposed to go, y'know?"
- (Ita)
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- [16:37] Was that Illusion Magic? The Ookami leeeeaned forward to get a better look. "I know. I sneak into lots of em. I try not t'get caught though."
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- "Y'f'got th'eyeholes though."
- (Elliot)
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- [16:37] Ita says, "They're still there."
- [16:37] Ita says, "Just...can't see 'em. It's how I want it."
- [16:37] Ita holds it up. Even as the torchlight bounces around the room it never seems to illuminate the void in space taken up by the masks's face. She turns it this way and that to inspect it.
- (Ita)
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- [16:40] "Huh."
- IT looked dark as night! His ears twitched.
- "Coulda fooled me. Kehe... Whatcha put on that thing? Illusion Magik?"
- (Elliot)
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- [16:41] Ita nods, sliding the finished product into one of her coat pockets. Then, of course, she begins tidying up the crate-desk.
- "Mhm. Sort of...It's based off of illusions. Rather you not go mentioning you saw it. Y'know already I like to keep a low profile."
- Elliot was good like that. It's one of the many things that made him a good, fast friend.
- (Ita)
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- [16:46] "Y'know me, Ita. I keep my mouth shut. Yuh."
- He tapped his forehead, grinning wide. "I will, 'owever. Keep an eye out f'it in th'news. Kehehe..."
- His tail swayed behind himself. Mind considering the implications here.
- "Jus' be careful, eh? Wherever y'goin'."
- (Elliot)
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- [16:49] "I do know ya, Ell. That's why I'm trusting ya," she comments, a little of that Sudbury drawl she tries to hide sneaking out.
- She lifts her hand and puts it towards the light, head canting. There's no reason she couldn't just...
- The shadows crawl out of her sleeves again, this time coating her hand. They paint her skin as dark as the mask, like some specter of night, and elongate her fingers into claws. Ita briefly admires her handiwork before it disperses into the light like a vapor.
- "Good thieves ain't get in the news. If they do, then they ain't good thieves anymore, are they?"
- She smiles at him, a little wider.
- "I'll be fine. I got a family to come back to. Having plenty to lose makes your feet lighter on a tightrope."
- (Ita)
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- [16:54] "Thievin'? Koh! Y'need any spare 'ands? Kehehe..."
- It wasn't often he got to steal things! Not these days. People watch an adult more than just some kid.
- Careful eyes followed the Shadows. He seemed impressed! Giving a whistle! "S'a good Illusion... F'I didn' see ya do that? I bet even I'd not recognize you. Not unless y'talked maybe."
- (Elliot)
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- [16:57] "Y'know...I just might. You be up for something like that? Might ruffle some church feathers, but sounds like you ain't got any ties to them. You mentioned Roran wasn't happy with them either."
- She's not just going to leave a mess, so naturally she cleans up and stows the rusty tools back under the bed.
- "I'm pretty proud of it. And talking? You might. But like I said. I trust ya."
- (Ita)
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