Setup: Moira established with the guy who owns the laundry (her Mentor) that she's going to go pick up laundry, and he's even given her a list of places to get laundry from. And she's dropped off the bag somewhere sneaky in an alley. Now she's heading northwest onto Flower-Bringer Road, washed her hands somewhere, and is heading into the temple to meditate for a few minutes, just as she's been doing for weeks. She has stolen a clay cup, roughly the size and color of the one she's taking, and it's in one of her pockets, next to the belt loop where a copper bowl to carry small fruit home is hanging.

Attributes
  Strength 2 Charisma 2 Perception 4  
  Dexterity 3 Manipulation 3 Intelligence 2  
  Stamina 3 Appearance 2 Wits 3  
Abilities
  Stealth 5 Socialize 2 Bureaucracy 2  
  Awareness 4 Brawl 1 Investigation 2  
  Dodge 3 Endurance 2 Resistance 2  
  Larceny 5 Occult 1      
Virtues
Compassion 2 Conviction 2 Temperance 2 Valor 4

Greyfalls: Temple

An intricately carved wooden altar stands at the back of the room, decorated with images of writhing sinuous dragons, serpent-like with wings and smiling jaws. Delicate porcelain vases filled with flowers stand on either side of the altar. A bronze gong near the entrance is suspended within a wooden frame that appears too fragile to hold the weight. In between, the room is sparsely furnished, with only a few tapestries on the white walls. The floor is polished wood, gleaming darkly, and the high, pitched ceiling is also constructed of dark wooden beams and shingles. There are two doors out of the temple, other than the wide arch that overlooks the garden. The first is just inside the arch, off to the side, that leads to the temple school. The second is beyond the altar, in the back wall, partially hidden by a tapestry.
Offerings of tea, rice, fish, wine, saki, fruit and nuts are laid upon the altar. Candles and incense also burn before the altar. A side table holds a valuable offering given to the temple by the Satrap: a green jade cup carved with images of plum blossoms and dragons.

 
Moira is sitting where she normally does, near the entrance. She is taking slow, purposeful breaths, eyes focused intently on the altar in front of her and not - not at all - on the side table where her prize awaits her. She feels like she's vibrating with the adrenaline and the impatience of waiting for her chance, but she's not moving at all, except for the steady motion of her chest as she breathes.

By now, the monks have grown accustomed to her presence - she is no more noteworthy than the dust that alights upon the walls. So it is no surprise that, in time, she is overlooked - briefly the sole occupant of this room, with no witnesses.

Moira exhales, slowly, and takes the clay cup out, not looking down. She turns it over and over in her hands, still not looking at it - and then she's unfolding herself and taking four large steps over to the side table. The switch is quick, the jade cup goes into the clay cup's former pouch, and then she bows to the altar and walks - not runs - out of the temple.

Moira rolls Dexterity + Larceny: [ 1 2 2 3 4 7 8 8 ]

The cup slips in to precisely the same spot as the other, and she makes no more sound than a bare foot padding against rice-paper.

Moira rolls Perception + Larceny: [ 3 5 6 7 7 7 8 9 9 ]

Sitting there in the light, for a moment Moira even considers double-checking to make sure she has the right cup.

Moira just spent 1 Willpower from her Willpower pool
Moira rolls Manipulation + Temperance: [ 4 5 6 9 9 ]

She don't let 'em see her sweat.

She leaves the temple and crosses the zig-zag bridge to the garden.
She follows the road west to the Curia.
She ducks into a disreputable looking alley.

Moira grabs the bag of laundry that she'd stashed and buries the cup inside it.

She leaves the narrow alley, stepping out onto The New Road.
She follows the road to the south.
She crosses the stone bridge from New Road to Autocrat's Path.
She heads west on Newmarket Way.
She heads west down the road.
She heads down the street headed west.
She ducks into the Zigzag Alley.
She continues south through the alley.
She leaves the alley for Kiso Road.
She heads west toward The Way of Mirrors.
She follows the Way of Broken Mirrors as it cuts through the filth and decay of the slum.

Moira feels like she's about to drop the basket of laundry, or start laughing insanely, or just explode from the sheer rush of having the cup so close to her. She makes an effort not to grin as she carries the laundry through the fortune-teller's foyer and up the back stairway, but she's grinning like a madwoman as she comes through the secret doorway.

Jade Hawk looks as antsy as Moira feels when she comes in, but as soon as she enters he sits upright and gets to his feet, looking close at the bag. "Is that it? Do you have it?"

"Got any laundry? Ogron sent me," Moira says, balancing the bag of obviously stained (and just perceptibly stinky) laundry on one hip. She tries to keep her face neutral, but fails quickly, and laughs out loud. "Damn right I have it." She sets the laundry sack down, pulls out the cup, and holds it out to the fence with a flourish.

Moira rolls Perception + Awareness: [ 2 3 4 5 7 8 9 9 ]

Perhaps it's the gleam in Jade Hawk's eye - perhaps it's the feral edge to his smile. Either way, Moira smells betrayal like a skunk.

Moira puts the cup back down into the laundry and cinches the bag up tight. "Now that you've seen it, I want my money," Moira says, adrenaline burning through her blood again.

Jade Hawk grins, drawing a knife. "Blood's cheaper," he purrs.

ST rolls initiative with a speed 5 attack: 15
Moira rolls initiative with a speed 3 attack: 15

Moira swings the bag of laundry for Jade Hawk's crotch, with all the strength she can muster. "Son of a syphilitic goat and a ten-year-old whore! Ogron is going to have your balls for this!"

Moira rolls Dexterity + Brawl: [ 1 3 6 10 ]

Jade Hawk tries to twist out of the way of the unexpected blow!

ST rolls 3 + 2: [ 1 3 6 8 9 ]

Jade Hawk growls. "Not fast enough, little sneak-thief!" He kicks a chair at her!

ST rolls initiative with a speed 5 attack: 9
Moira rolls initiative: 10

Moira flees before Jade Hawk can hit her!

Moira rolls Dexterity + Dodge: [ 1 1 2 3 8 10 ]
ST rolls 4: [ 8 8 9 9 ]

As she flees, Jade Hawk sheathes his dagger and chases after her!

Moira grabs the bag tight and runs as fast as she can out through the secret doorway and down through the foyer, dodging past a widow here for her weekly tea leaf reading and a cat intent on his daily rat eating. Once on the street, she heads north.

She heads north along the street.

-= OOC =- ST says, "Add a stunt die to that check for that stunt."
Moira rolls 1 die: [6]
-= OOC =- ST says, "So he's +1 over you. Whoever gets +3 successes over the other guy first, wins!"

Moira flees, heart racing, towards the marketplace, fully intent on losing Jade Hawk in the crowd once she gets there. The bag of laundry feels cold against her chest, and she's panting a little already.

Moira rolls Dexterity + Dodge: [ 1 5 7 7 8 9 ]
-= OOC =- ST says, "1 stunt die"
Moira rolls 1 die: [10]

Jade Hawk runs fiercely behind her, fully intent on catching her and gutting her like a dog.

ST rolls 5: [ 1 7 7 7 9 ]
-= OOC =- ST says, "So you're +1 successes now."

Jade Hawk manages to follow her through the crowd, his eyes glinting with a jovially murderous intent.

Moira tries not to look too wild-eyed as she navigates the people, heading for the market noise further north. "'Scuse, 'scuse," she mutters, clinging to her laundry. "Gotta get back to work, sorry, sir, thank you, ma'am, 'scuse me, thank you," she continues.

Moira rolls Dexterity + Dodge: [ 3 3 5 5 6 10 ]
-= OOC =- ST says, "1 die stunt"
Moira rolls 1 die: [2]
ST rolls 5: [ 4 6 7 10 10 ]
-= OOC =- ST says, "He doesn't count 10s as 2."
-= OOC =- ST says, "But now he's +1 on you!"

Jade Hawk is less polite and that gives him an edge. Moira hears a few grunts and shrieks as Jade Hawk elbows people aside to chase her down.

She passes through the open gate to the marketplace.

Moira digs a hand into the laundry bag, looking for the soiled underthings she'd picked up from Delicate Sunpetal, one of her contacts in a local brothel. Once she feels the fake lace, she pulls the smelly thing out and flings it at Jade Hawk. "Take it back, if you want it so badly!" she cries, hoping the crowd will believe it's a commotion over underthings.

-= OOC =- ST says, "Ah ha ha ha! 2 die stunt :D"
Moira rolls Dexterity + Dodge + 2: [ 3 4 5 7 8 9 9 10 ]
ST rolls 5: [ 4 7 8 9 10 ]
-= OOC =- ST says, "You're back up to +1 on him."

Jade Hawk blinks and yells out in disgust as she hurls the lacy underthings at him. He waves them off and throws them away, giving her time to flee!

Moira laughs out loud, unable to help herself, and continues to move through the crowd, thankful for her practice in escaping after a successful pocket-picking.

Moira rolls Dexterity + Dodge: [ 1 5 6 9 9 9 ]
ST rolls 5: [ 1 2 4 6 9 ]
-= OOC =- ST says, "You leave him in the dust. :)"

Moira leaves the knife-wielding thief behind and ducks into the brothel where Delicate Sunpetal works. "Okay, that didn't go quite as planned," she admits to the very large man who stands in the foyer. "Is Sunpetal unaccompanied? I need to ask her a question." Namely, whether or not she can hide for a bit.
 

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