(New gold Roleplay!) Snatch-A-Thief

WANTED!!!
DANGEROUS CRIMINAL, WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE! IS BELIEVED TO HAVE A FACIAL SCAR AND CONTROL OVER FIRE!
REWARD FOR ANY INFORMATION OR FOR HIS CAPTURE!

A reward, huh? Kagan reviewed the poster again, tapping his horns as he digested the news. These posters had been popping up all over Didienne recently, and even the best sleuths and and trackers were stumped on this case. And it had beem a month already sinc the guy had first started popping up, too. This could be..... interesting. Kagan thought, a smile creeping onto his adorable green face. And the reward wouldn't go to waste if I got it...

This had all started a month ago, a few days before Kagan had arrived at the shining capital of Dragon's Cove. The criminal had started out just like they all do, stealing a sackfull of jewelry from the nearest jewelry store. Unoriginal, but a good way to get some credit. But then things started getting wierd. After his first heist, every store he robbed from was then burned down to nothing but cinders, and everything that couldn't be burned was stolen. And the crime path was finding it's way to the center of the city, where the higher class shops were. And, as you could guess, the high-salary snobs weren't happy about it. So now, anyone with the ability was joining in on the chase, but nobody could do it. Until now. Because now Kagan was in the chase.

Kagan took one last look at the wanted poster, then wandered off, scratching his head and wondering where he should start. Maybe... I should wait outside a jewelry store and hope for the best. Okay, so it wasn't an intricate and well-thought-out plan, but it was something.

((Okay, this roleplay takes place in Didienne, and the time right now is roughly eight, so it's near dark. Remember, no 'OMG he's behind that barrel, got him!' captures, this guy has been escaping the law for a month in the highest-security city there is on DC. I'll control the bad guy when he comes in, so...... yeah, that's about it.))

Faust pulls his hat down over his golden eyes as he winds his way through the bustling city. It had been a long time since he had been here. Last he rememebered it was nothing but a thatched roofed village with mud road what where nothing but a quagmire when it rained. Stopping to look up at a sign infront of a shop he notices it is a jewelry shop. He looks at the display in the window. He could feel the whisps of the magical ward on the window to protect it from just being broken and having the gems be taken.

Pulling his high pointed red hat off his head he runs a gloved han through his black hair. The sun shines off of it giving it a blue iridescent shine to it. Putting the hat back on he notices a poster next to the window. Reading it quiskly a sly smile slides across Faust face. "Hmmm very interesting. I haven't had a good hunt in a long while and if some of those jewel should remain missing." He laughs at the thought of some of the nicer jewels to line his nest.

Licking his lips with the thought he sticks his hands in his pockets and slipes into the alleyway between the jewelry shop and the next.

ooc: Is anyone playing the thief?

. "Thief? You mean the one on all the wanted posters? Dunno, seems a little silly. Pay'd be good, though." Who did this guy think he was, anyways? Grinning like an idiot, and nearly challenging Kagan's abilities! And, as all of his associates know, Kagan would never pass up a challenge, especially not one he could easily win. "Why? You thinking about trying?" He asked innocently, adding a bit to much emphasis on 'trying' for it to seem anything but rude. Kagan turned to look at the man for a second, sizing him up, then smiled knowingly. "No, don't think so. Too clean, too many frillies." Kagan's eyes drifted to a store they were passing, and the sight in the window was just too much to pass up. "Like that sword there, see?" It was a wonderfully crafted sword, a silver blade with a golden handle, next to it sitting a fine sheath inlaid with precious stones, and the entire blade artfully covered in what were supposed to be magic runes. "A pretty sight, easy on the eyes, magestic-lookin', and completely worthless." He smiled at the man, showing off his sharp, yellowed teeth and a sudden billow of smoke, in a grotesque imitation of a dragon readying itself for a breath of fire. "But, hey, go for it if you want, buddy." He said, composing himself and shrugged innocently, as if that whole scene never happened.

((hope you don't mind me playing Measle and Jackdaww, or the random doodles that i might put in xD))
A poster rustled and tore as the small dragon stormed past it. Half of it fluttered backwards to land in the arms of a man, barely into his adulthood, but still out on his own. “A thief?” he muttered to himself, scanning over the article fir a moment, before discarding the poster. He’d keep an eye out, he decided, but he didn’t need any money. Who needs money to live in a tree? As the young man walked, he picked a leaf out of his ruffled, tattered hair. It must have been from the shelter he had been sleeping in the night before. He jogged, trying to catch up with the slightly angry dragon ahead of him. “Measle, wait!” he whispered into the quiet street. They weren’t yet near any other people, but he didn’t want to risk loosing sight of Measle when they found them.
When he finally caught up, Measle was still in a foul mood. He snorted in the man’s face and strode forward again. A heavy, angry voice permeated the air between them. “You said there wouldn’t be people, Jack.” It growled. Jackdaww, the man, groaned.
“Measle, don’t be like this. I didn’t know it would be this busy.” He explained, lying through his teeth. He knew exactly how busy the city was, but he had spent so long in the woods with no one but Measle for company that he had wanted to come into the city again. The dragon in question snorted again, but let the topic drop.
As they walked, they eventually came to the central square. A torch hung on the wall next to Jackdaww, so they could see in the fading light, and he slouched there for a while to catch his breath. He was extremely unhealthy, and the running had worn him out. As he stood there, watching his breath turn into smoky swirls in the night air, he looked around for others in the city. He still needed some reason the convince Measle to stay there, after all.

Jackdaww continued his progress down the street, before slipping into a crowded bar. “Stay here.” He whispered to Measle, and pointed towards the alley they had just come from. “I’ll be back.” In truth, he just needed a drink, and fancied staying in some sort of tavern for a while. He strode into the bar and ordered a tankard of weak, cheap ale, since he ad very little money with him, and stood slouched against the wall. Some people were gambling on one table, and there were others talking all around him, but Jackdaww didn’t recognize anyone to speak to himself. He just stood, sipping his drink and watching the other people in the bar; waiting for someone to leave so he could take their seat. He looked a little out of place in the dark, dingy bar dressed in his fine mail shirt with the kings stamp on one side and the ruby in his sword winking in the candlelight, but in truth he was quite suited to that sort of place. Finally, he slid into a stool near a table of men playing cards, and a woman in a hooded cloak silently, sneaking into the seat as one man staggered out of the bar into the night.

Jackdaww chuckled a little, relaxing in his chair. “I’ve been lucky before, though I can’t say I’m well practised.” He announced, remembering the last time he’d played. He had lost everything he betted, but then again that wasn’t much. He had a few coppers, and a handful of silver crowns with him, so he decided that he didn’t really have much to loose. He moved his stool a little closer to the table, and slammed his drink onto the wood in front of him, spilling a few drops as he did so. “I suppose one game can’t hurt…” he said, shrugging and discretely putting his hand into the leather pouch of coins at his hip. His other nursed the drink of ale, which was truly terrible, but good enough to last him a while. The man offering the cards seemed to think he had a lot of cash to spare, but Jackdaww knew all too well that he would be disappointed with his winnings. He couldn’t resist a game, though, since he hadn’t had any sort of social communication in a good few weeks at all. The cards flying between the man’s fingers seemed magical enough to be worth a short game at least.

Outside, however, Measle was less content. He paced around the alley for a while, but soon tired of that. He even tried having a short flight over the town, but returned soon after. He was still young, and his wings were barely developed, so he landed messily with aching shoulders. Finally, he rested his head on a dustbin lid and resolved to have a short nap. He wondered where Jackdaww had got to, and kept an ear open in case he got into a fight or something, but he saw no threat in the little tavern.