*Chardon+Jingo* Death and Taxes

[*angry_eevee]

Jingo grins in her cowl, and mutters the last part of the spell. In the sudden un-natural darkness, her sword plunges into the memory of where one of the sacks had been, and quickly withdraws. The tip then peirces the other sack, only slightly, and she spits in the dark.

"I 'ope that'd identify me as sommon' yer don't piss abaht wi'."

[*krandate123]

A low groan and clattering marks the first target falling through the concealed door of the disguised guard post. A brief second later, the click-click-click of numerous unseen crossbows is heard from above and behind, as moments later Jingo hears the loud thunk of the bolts impacting the wooden furniture all around her, with some bolts making a dull ringing sound as they skip off her plate armor. Moments later, a loud metal scraping is heard for a long moment, followed by a loud clanging sound as a something heavy drops into place. The sword tip tucked into the burlap sack that formed the barricade quivered slightly as the individual pinned at the other end tried to pull away from the weapon's tip without gashing himself further.

[*angry_eevee]

The tiefling speaks in a reasonable, calm voice

"Now we got all 'at outta our systems, I suggest someone come out an' greet a lady prop'ly, unless we wan'tar friend inna sack 'ere 'urt. I dunno, grabbin' a lady in th' dark... some people 'ave no manners." She twitches her sword, not enough to seriously injure, but enough to suggest that serious injury is an option she is open to.

[*krandate123]

The only response is the rapid ticking of crossbows being reloaded.

[*angry_eevee]

Sighs as she withdraws the sword, and lowers it.

"Aight, aight. Point made. Only an idiot enters'n arse kickin' contest wi' a porcupine. I won't stab none else." The woman spits on the ground. "Me name is Adahn, an' I were pointed 'ere by yon begger, sayin' yer lot might 'ave what I need. I think yerz can likely tell th' sorta thing I'm after by now, aye?"

[*krandate123]

Jingo can hear through the darkness the man who was at the end of her sword scrambling away, blindly knocking down various things, cursing most of the way. As he moves away, the sounds of multiple booted feet approach but seem to be hanging back near the edge of the unnatural darkness, whispering and trying to decide what to do next.

[*angry_eevee]

As she leans on her sword in the dark, whistling between her foul teeth, Jingo ponders if maybe she overreacted. But nineteen years in the army had taught her to deal with situations as they arose, and the rest of her time in the streets of Sigil had ingrained in her gnarled soul a deep rooted hatred of being grabbed in dark alleys.

[*krandate123]

The ruffians edged closer to the darkness, waiting for it to expire. As it did, Jingo saw two men armed with crossbows in tooled leather armor standing in front of her and off to either side, with two more similarly armed men behind her. A shorter man stood in front of Jingo, dressed in similar leather. The man's hand rested comfortably on the hilt of a short sword sheathed on his belt. The way the crossbowman to his left nervously glanced toward him clearly indicated that this man commanded the others. That fact was made clearer when he stepped forward slightly, extending his hand and simply stating "Your blade, if you please milady."

[*angry_eevee]

((I have to go to london for a few days, sorry to delay the RP ; ^ ; I should be back on Sunday or Monday))

[*krandate123]

\\NP, enjoy and see you when you get back\\