Kit and the Conman

With: Gildor and Kit (spoofed)

Location: Ferravale: Town Center

Darkness has completely taken over the town center and, true to form, the vermin town has come alive. Various beasts are out wandering about either drunk or on their way to be. Due to this fact, a certain entrepreneurial ferret has taken it upon himself to separate the drunk ones from their money and set up a small table with the shell game. Three blue cups are sitting on a table and he lifts the middle one up to show that there is indeed a walnut underneath it. "Now...tell me where the walnut is..." he says and deftly begins moving the cup around. Staring fasciatedly at the table, Kit watches the cups move around. "The left one." She says, under her breath. Indeed when the ferret's mark chooses the wrong cup and lifts up the left one the walnut is there. Intrigued, the little fox continues her observations.

Ah the night life. Nothing like it to bring a poisoner out and about. Said poisoner is Gildor the mercenary, doctor in his spare time of which he has very little. He walks near the middle of the street, casting a rather imposing shadow in front of him as he nears the ferrets table and looking over with some interest. He directs his path that way, a slight grimace on his features.

"Th' right one.." Kit says, a bit louder this time and smiles slightly when she gets it right. Again. A bit perturbed, the ferret running the con glances at her and redoubles his efforts to trick the kit. "C'mon! C'mon! Who'll give me a copper for the chance to win five more? Anybody?" A relatively drunk ermine offers up a coin and the ferret pockets it gleefully. "Alright then, sir! Here's the walnut! Watch it and tell me where it goes!" He slides the cups around and around and then pulls his paws back. "Well now?" "Inna middle." Kit whispers. The ermine chooses the right and is wrong so he wanders off, muttering to himself. The annoyed ferret leans down and hisses at Kit, "Don't chew /dare/ ruin this..."

Gildor has by now reached the table and he stands a little to the side, his grimace turning into more of a half smile. "I think...." He starts quietly than shakes his head and says in a louder voice so he can be heard by the ferret "I think I will have a go. How much?" He galnces at Kit and smiles lightly. "Do you think I will be any good at it?" He murmurs to her out of the side of his mouth.

Kit glances warily at the cat, not being very trusting of that particular species. "Dunno." She scoffs. "Mebbe." The ferret eyes them both closely and then begrudgingly admits, "One copper." Indicating the smallest amount of currency available. "But you kin win five more!

Gildor notes the scoffing tone to Kit's voice and huffs. He nods to the ferret and pulls out a copper from his pouch, handing it over and rubbing his paws together gleefully. "I hope you run an honest trade, ferret. I don't take kindly to cheats." By the cats looks he seems capable of doing deaths in some of the most painful ways.

By now the ferret is beginning to think he chose a poor location to run this particular con. He balefully stares up at the cat and pockets the coin. "Of course, suh, of course. Just havin' a bit o' fun, yeah?" He holds up the walnut and then puts it under the center cup. "Keep y' eyes on et..." The cups are shuffled around and around and then the ferret holds his paws up. "Where she be, hm?" Kit's sharp little eyes have followed it and she mutters, "Left" as quietly as possible.

Gildor also watches the cups, but gets a bit lost. "It's...hmm." He stares at the cups than throws Kit a side long glance and shrugs. "It's the left one." He says, trying to sound calm and not high strung as he folds his arms over his chest and stands confidently.

The ferret's expression is outraged but he can't prove anything and is forced to reveal the walnut hidden under the left cup. "Very good, suh!" He says through gritted teeth. "Here's y' winnings." He almost slams five coins down onto the table. "Whose turn next? Who /else/ wants a go?" Kit's face takes on a crafty expression and she nudges the cat in the leg. "Let's do it a'gin and split the winnin's, kay?" She says, softly.

Gildor can't help but have a victorious and even gloating tone to his voice. "Thank you very much /ferret/." He scoops up the money and puts it in his pouch. He seems about to walk away and gives another poor soul a chance when he feels Kit's nudge. He listens to her proposition and his face too turns crafty. He nods in agreement and whispers "I think you have a point there." to the fox before turning back to the ferret and pulling out another copper. "Again." He says plainly.

The ferret sighs but accepts the money. By now a rather large group of intrigued vermin-types have gathered around the table, interested in seeing if the cat can do it again. Kit yawns almost boredly and the ferret studies her briefly before holding the walnut up for the cat to see. "Walnut." He says blithely then quickly appears to slide it under one of the cups.

Kit blinks and shakes her head, not quite sure what happened there. "Watch'em go round, /suh/." The ferret intones. Once he's done sliding the cups around he steps back and grins. "Where's the walnut, eh?" Kit's eyes go wide and she tries to figure out a way to explain what she's seen but she can't and ends up pointing at the ferret and shouting, "Cheater! I /saw/ ya put the walnut in yer sleeve!" She whirls to face the cat. "He's put et in his /sleeve/! Pick 'im up an' shake 'im or some'at! It'll come out!"

Gildor laughs a little. "I know what a walnut is." He watches untill the cups are mixed, but as Kit gives warning to the ferrets folly he growels. "Is what the little maid said /true/?" He places a paw menacingly on his claymores hilt and takes a step around the table and toward the ferret. It may not be shaking the ferret upside down, but if it comes to that, Gildor will do so with much glee.

Suddenly the crowd DISPERSES! Vermin may like a fight, but they apparently don't plan on sticking around for this one. But Kit does. Kit stands with her paws on her hips, glaring at the con-ferret. For his part, the ferret looks terrified and shakes his head violently. "N-n-no! No! It's not!" He holds his paws out and shakes the sleeves of his tunic. "See? No walnut!" Growling, Kit pounces around the table and picks up the walnut which has inconvienently fallen out of the bottom of the ferret's untucked shirt. "Ha!" She yelps. "I tol' yew!" Accusingly, she holds the walnut up under the ferret's nose. "What's DIS den?"

Gildor's eyes slit and smiles gruesomely at the ferret while addressing Kit. "Good work, my little friend." He now speaks to the ferret. "So, you tried to cheat ME out of my money?! And the little lasses for the matter. In my book this is punishable by...." He seems to think it over than laughs a little. "By sleep." He pulls out a small vile from his pouch and rubs it between his paws. "You will drink ALL of this, and I will be checking on you to make sure you did. Understand?" He hands the vile the Kit and smiles at her. "Do make sure this horrid creature drinks his medicine, won't you?" He lets the question go unanswered as he suddenly slips away into the dark street. He will be back. You can bet money on that.