Kobold plot

[errant_valkyrior]

Scrapper has been enjoying a payout back on Sakaar and so when she comes in, she heads for a booth to sit and enjoy the head spinning. This last for a few minutes, just her staring off into space. Eventually her metabolism catches up with her and she sobers up with a sigh. It'd been nice while it lasted.

Oh well, maybe there's something here that can get her back to the numb. Reaching for her credit pouch, she finds it torn and the shiny metallic credit sticks missing.

"Frak!"

[OOC: here for an hour and then slows until the morrow.]

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian was heading to a set when he hears her curse and turns, "What's wrong?"

[errant_valkyrior]

She looks up at him, her eyes fierce.

"Some one took my drinking money."

She's not sure if it was here or on the other side of the door, but she's pretty sure she had her credits when she came in and sat down.

[childofrebellion]

He looks at her torn pouch, whoever did it wasn't very good, "You didn't feel anything? What were you drinking?"

Thieves stealing in the main room of Milliways is different than hitting a room, riskier.

[errant_valkyrior]

"Shi'ar ale. Though it's more like wine or brandy than ale. My mistake for letting it get to my head in public, but I had plans for those credits."

She scowls, even though the plans were to drink the credits away.

[childofrebellion]

"Always a risk. This is the first time I've heard of anyone stealing down here. That seems stupid."

[errant_valkyrior]

She shrugs.

"It's not like it's against the rules and people you steal from can't hurt you back without Security getting involved."

If you take the rules as spelled out and haven't realized how much room Security allows themselves to keep the peace.

[childofrebellion]

"No, that would be messy but not against the rules,"

And Security definitely seems to have choice in how they carry out the rules.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber glances up from his beer at the sudden sound. "You okay?" he asks, glancing over and seeing Valkyrie grabbing at her torn pouch.

[errant_valkyrior]

"No. Some guttersnipe stole my drinking money." She looks him over, he easily could've come off the streets of Sakaar, but she doesn't think he stole the credits. Something about him says he wouldn't leave a torn pouch behind.

[quick_clean_pure]

He catches the glance-over and holds his hands up. "Hey, I ain't got it. I'm just sitting over here. I don't steal from living people, anyway," he says.

Taking a sip of his beer, his eyes narrow for a second as he says, "Shit's been weird here. Something of mine went missing yesterday. I haven't left the bar since then 'cuz I still haven't fucking found it."

[errant_valkyrior]

She shrugs and runs her tongue along her teeth, still tasting the Shi'ar ale. Odin's beard, that was good.

"So there's a thief around? I guess that wasn't in the rules." And hey, if his stuff is missing, then maybe her credits were lost here and she might have a chance of getting them back.

"Anyone else talking of missing things?"

[quick_clean_pure]

"Not that I've heard, but then again, I haven't been asking around," he says. "I'm not sure what the fuck is going on, to be honest. My shit was right on the table in front of me, I wasn't distracted from it for more than a second and it was gone. Didn't see anybody at all, it just went."

[errant_valkyrior]

She lifts her head to accent her question. "They get your drinking money too, or something more important?"

If it's keeping him here, it's likely more important.

[quick_clean_pure]

"My money's fine. They got something I need for my job," he says. Honestly, it would have probably been better if his cash had gone. Cash is somewhat replaceable. Getting a new zydrate gun is not gonna be so easy. He already tried asking the bar for one, and that didn't work. And Christ knew buying or finding one on his own world was going to be torturous.

"It's this shiny metal thing. Looks kinda like a tattoo gun."