It was very, very seldom that Ikkit found himself in the Lady's Ward- not because anyone had enjoyed much success in keeping him out, but because he simply didn't like it very much.
It smelled wrong. Dishonest.
But he did enjoy being
just sneaky enough to make some of the more nervous types look over their shoulder at a flicker of movement here and there as he went around the back of one restaurant after another to see if they had anything particularly good in their bins. Bent cutlery, or sometimes simply
unfashionable cutlery, food that had been sent back for not being prepared properly (or at least the rich berks who'd ordered it would claim so to get some more attention), old soup bones... and of course, where you've got food, you've got rats,no matter what the hoity-toity toffs might like to claim.
He waggled one of the teeth knocked loose in the brawl earlier in his day thoughtfully, then spat it into a bin he'd finished rifling, as he wrung a cranium rat's neck and carefully tucked it into the sack with the rest of his goodies.
Having made a clean sweep of the latest alleyway, Ikkit shouldered his sack and, dispensing with stealth, simply sauntered out onto the street, enjoying the way the rich bastards tried to flinch away from him without being
seen flinching as he snarled his most polite iterations of "excuse me." And one good thing about the Lady's Ward, nobody was too willing to bump into him, so they typically gave him more room on the street than he got in the Hive or the Lower Ward.
Didn't mean he thought much of them, naturally.
Most of them were so
ugly, with their tiny little ears, creepy narrow heads, and of course, their freakish height... but that was Sigil for you.
Ikkit took a moment to tip his ragged top hat to some matronly sort squiring two young adult females around and offered his most be-fanged smile, which turned a bit more genuine as she immediately hustled her charges away.
You have to make your own fun in this life, after all!It was very, very seldom that Ikkit found himself in the Lady's Ward- not because anyone had enjoyed much success in keeping him out, but because he simply didn't like it very much.
It smelled wrong. Dishonest.
But he did enjoy being [i]just[/i] [url=https://orokos.com/roll/985117]sneaky enough[/url] to make some of the more nervous types look over their shoulder at a flicker of movement here and there as he went around the back of one restaurant after another to see if they had anything particularly good in their bins. Bent cutlery, or sometimes simply [i]unfashionable[/i] cutlery, food that had been sent back for not being prepared properly (or at least the rich berks who'd ordered it would claim so to get some more attention), old soup bones... and of course, where you've got food, you've got rats,no matter what the hoity-toity toffs might like to claim.
He waggled one of the teeth knocked loose in the brawl earlier in his day thoughtfully, then spat it into a bin he'd finished rifling, as he wrung a cranium rat's neck and carefully tucked it into the sack with the rest of his goodies.
Having made a clean sweep of the latest alleyway, Ikkit shouldered his sack and, dispensing with stealth, simply sauntered out onto the street, enjoying the way the rich bastards tried to flinch away from him without being [i]seen[/i] flinching as he snarled his most polite iterations of "excuse me." And one good thing about the Lady's Ward, nobody was too willing to bump into him, so they typically gave him more room on the street than he got in the Hive or the Lower Ward.
Didn't mean he thought much of them, naturally.
Most of them were so [i]ugly[/i], with their tiny little ears, creepy narrow heads, and of course, their freakish height... but that was Sigil for you.
Ikkit took a moment to tip his ragged top hat to some matronly sort squiring two young adult females around and offered his most be-fanged smile, which turned a bit more genuine as she immediately hustled her charges away.
[i]You have to make your own fun in this life, after all![/i]