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Jager · **07-29-2014, 05:09 PM**

The sun was burning hot and the citizens of Limsa were hustling about. High noon was about when all the market's hit their rush of people, most trading and selling for whatever they couldn't quite buy. Being a sea-side city, the stalls were rich with product from all over the sea. Hungover and fighting off nausea, he sat along a stone edge facing the docks while he waited for her to show. Given the circumstances of last night's little discovery, he needed to find out just who was snooping around his room and above all else, if it was and/or tied to Zhavi. He even went so far as to shed a little coin ona new outfit: a baggy kurta, some initiate's slops and the most disgusting of straw hats, just low enough to cover his face. Facial hair and braids were still a dead give away.

Hope fully,any minute she'd come slinking through the market place, maybe in search of a bite to eat, or perhaps a purse to snatch. Hell, maybe he'd catch her on the trail of someone important- which in turn, was now important to him. His tail swishes back and forth while he casually browses for people while pretending to browse wares from under his hat.Â

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 05:20 PM**

Miserable, miserable day. Azeyma* was taking the piss out of Zhi, as usual, by shining ever-so-brightly when she was forced to do business in the daytime. Which, let's face it, was fairly frequently. Most of her work was dealing with daytrippers, recently, and she'd given up letting others handle certain task.

Which meant she had to go out into the broiling sun. It hurt her eyes.

So, Zhi did go slinking through the markets, but not for any particular reason except to get out of the blimming sun. She was tired. Thirsty. Maybe hungover (hard to tell some days when she started drinking as soon as she woke up). Thirsty. Okay, she figured out a reason to be in three as soon as she hit the shade, and that was buying a drink.

Always sad to spend money on something not alcoholic.

She was tired. It was becoming a problem. She'd been up rustling her contacts, and that meant even less sleep than usual. She missed Jager's smell as she passed him (was probably missing a lot, if we're being truthful) and wound up at a dingy stall that was selling some-or-other fruit juice. Alcohol not in reach? Sweet was the next best thing.

*(( I still like Ayzema better. >: D))

Jager · **07-29-2014, 05:42 PM**

He about slammed shoulders with her, with how she came bumbling past each stall. The mi'quote's heart raced while he slipped around a stall and immediately stuffed his hand into a basket of apples. The fruit seller gave him a funny look, but thought nothing of it. She was just as careless as him, this hangover was going to blow everything. He'd not stray from his original intent, not by a long shot. Tailing her was as vital as it was finding his intruder for the break in back at the inn. The way she moved, the sluggish tilt in her gait, everything about her bodies language suggest she was oblivious to his presence. Those dark yellow eyes of his followed her every step, all the way up to the stall she ordered from. Juice? The hell.. was this the right woman? He had to look for the kink in her tail to be sure. He leans his back up against a wall and presses the flat of his food to it.Â

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 05:49 PM**

"Twenty-five gil fer this?" Zhi handed the gil over while the merchant grinned back at her. When he opened his mouth to offer some patter-or-other about how wonderful his product was, she waved him off and slammed it back.

She was sure the headache would arrive at any moment.

Once she'd loitered about under the awnings for a bit longer (the shade was glorious, even if humidity denied her comfort), she braved the sun once more. She headed for the docks, taking the ramp from the Alley down to the pier.

Chirp was who she needed to see. Damn woman seemed to be incapable of selling off her trash anywhere that didn't include blazing, blinding sun.

Jager · **07-29-2014, 06:01 PM**

This had to be the most boring person in the world to follow. She didn't have a destination, she pissed away both time and coin for.. fruit juice, and she was oblivious to the stalker that was he. And this was his business partner. Hereally ought to reconsider, seeing as how he was only on this case because of her. Well, possibly because of her; that was what he aimed to find out. Unfortunately, his tracks were crossed and laid short when he decided to swing along side the alley she had stepped into. Having spent too much time here in this part of town, where the shady and crooked lived, his face- that which was hidden, was known by some. In fact..

â€œAye Loque, that you?â€ A pot bellied roegedyn by the name of Alrik was wiping down some steel from a stall trying to pitch second hand weaponry. â€œThe hell ya been? Heh heh heh, what's wit'the get up?â€ He stood deathly still, his tail went stiff and his eyes slid from the woman he was trailing to the idiot blowing his cover. â€œGot that list o' dye you wanted, not sure what good it'll do, you know they've got their fing- Aye, you listenin- Hey!â€ Before Zhavi could even have a chance to look around, for a name she knew in secret, he had flipped a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn and headed right back through the market. â€œLoque! The 'ell is his problem?â€ With a fat-shouldered shrug, the merchant would return to his stall, all while scratching his head.

â€œShit-Shit shit shit. SHIT.â€ Razor sharp whispers escaped from under the straw hate while his lips pulled thin in a wicked scowl. The ruttin' idiot, IDIOT! His pace was fast, his head kept low. He'd have actually had a chance, maybe, if he didn't managed to bump shoulders with more than one person. He was easy to tail right back.

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 06:10 PM**

Hello.

Zhi didn't really need to look. She had her ears. They were working better than her nose at the moment (smokes were so wonderful, and yet so deadening). Alrik was pinpointed. Zhi turned around. She saw what direction he was looking in. She moved in that direction, tucking her hands into her most favoritest ratty belt.

She opened her mouth, inhaling air with a small chuff of noise. Maybe she had been just a little bit too eager on the whole smoking rolled up or stuffed in versions of taking the edge off, lately. At least she could say she was enjoying herself. No, really. She was.

His scent was not immediately apparent, which was something she'd expected. Markets were full of smells, from sweaty body odor to numerous goods. Waste. Other things. And she wasn't exactly in peak form. This was why she typically had Brindle doing the gathering. She grimaced. And hadn't she just gotten fat and lazy?

She kept moving, kept scenting. She'd catch a whiff or see him soon enough, and then they'd see who got to play mouse.

Jager · **07-29-2014, 06:25 PM**

His only goal now was to get the ruttin' hell out of the market without being caught. He'd gotten sloppy, too much drinking and not enough action on the field. That's what business partners did; they had a way of influencing one's person and crew. He wasn't hard to spot. Just look for the suspicious mi'qutoe with his hands in his pockets and his head ducked now. Like it did him any good, one of his braids had fallen loose and was bouncing back and forth. It was like a second tail, one screaming for the attention Z sought. His scent, yeah- that was strong. And if that wasn't enough to flat out paint a target over his head, the baggy clothes were. If she put even the slightest bit of effort in, she'd corner him soon enough; he still didn't know this city as well as she did. Probably never would.

Befor long he was slipping out of the market place and down some adjacent alley ways. The murmur of people started to hum away and the crashing sound of the ocean below started to take over. He'd have to meet up with an old contact- the one that had delivered Jager's letter to his crew with orders to fire upon the vessel containing the four bodies. He glances back and leans into the alley, he waits. Silence, footsteps- neither in his direction. This was good, he'd lost her. Only then did he break into a sprint down the last stretch of windy cobble stone road. This contact often hung out around a little stone nook overlooking the fisherman's wharf.Â

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 06:37 PM**

Sight won. She still couldn't smell him, what was that about? "Cut down on th'smokes," she muttered to herself, increasing her pace enough to keep him in sight. Would he turn around? Probably not, but if he did she'd have a jaunty little wave ready for him. Except he chose to go down a certain alley.

She rolled her eyes.

Really. They'd decided to work together because their needs suited: he didn't know the city, she didn't have the right pull. And he thought to lose her? Please.

She hopped onto a pile of crates, and started climbing. There was the headache, right on time. She was breathing heavier than usual as she crested the top, the layout of the city with all its bridges and spires spreading out before her.

For the second time in a few days, she jumped and landed on someone running. Only this time, she didn't bother trying to stop him from going anywhere. For one, she just wanted to prove a point. Two, her head really fucking hurt. Ow.

She came up on her feet in front of him, wincing and holding her head. "I know ye like me ass, mate, but that ain't no call fer actin' creepy."

Jager · **07-29-2014, 07:05 PM**

He'd almost made it, too. The man came to a grinding halt, quite literally on his face. There were a few people sitting just around the corner, chatting amongst themselves when the pair of mi'quote's came crashing to the ground. So when the noise started, the two on the ground could hear them getting up to come see what in the hell was going on. The first to step around was the informant he'd been hoping to see; the one that could possibly help him with his clumsy exposure. The other.. well, shit was about to get real.

â€œJager! What- What are you doing here?â€ He'd started to peel the straw hat off when Zhavi started talking, but found some level of refuge underneath it right now. He was as good as done, anyways; cling to what hope you have, dear boy.

Jager shifted his weight from one leg to the other and casually crossed his arms. First confused- now grinning, all the captain could do was shake his head. â€œYou've got to be -Fucking-Â kidding me." The informant, whose name was just that, The Informant, made a hissing sound as he casually slid right back around the corner. Busted. Jager in the meantime took one look at Zhavi and just buried his face in his palm. "He's dead. He's ruttin' dead. I have to kill him now. She found out. Of all the mistakes, he's dead. Why. Why do you do this to me? Why?" He was clearly talking to himself.. or, at least that's what it looked like. Livid, the captain simply hopped forward once and drove the pointed tip of his boot into the jaw of the poor lad sprawled out on the ground. Only then was he relieved of his straw hat, and that's when Zhavi would see the dark yellowed eyed pup with eyes glossed over.

"Fuck!" -Jager.

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 07:11 PM**

Zhi took a few steps to the side, hand to head, eyebrows screwed down over the bridge of her nose. There was a line there. He was going to give her wrinkles. Headaches were a bygone conclusion.

She didn't move. She stood. She watched. She looked from the man on the ground, to the man standing.

"I ain't drunk enough." She said. Very matter of factly.

Her hand was reeeeeally close to where her dagger was hidden, though.

Jager · **07-29-2014, 07:23 PM**

"One little task. Just one ruttin' little task, and you not only screw it up, you bring more trouble than yer wroth!" Jager paced back and forth, quickly so. Pace, pace, kick, pace stomp pa-stomp stomp stomp stomp, crunch, stomp squelch, squish-squish-squish... heavy breathing. His boot was dripping with blood and all around the kid's head a pool of it. Now, he wasn't exactly a kid, but he was young enough to have not deserved this. Your mother told you, roll with the wrong crowd and you'd end up like this.Â

"You and I need to talk." He'd press his back up against the corner before crossing his arms. He wore a loaded barrel today, this one strapped diagonally across his chest. His features were hard, his eyes locked solid on her. The yellow in them seemed to be as dark as piss could be, suffice to say, he was feelin' it.

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 07:29 PM**

"Funny," Zhi edged away from the spreading pool of blood, "I was thinkin' maybe ye'd somethin' t'tell me."

But this time, she wasn't giving him any easy outs. She studied the kid on the ground, upper lip curling in some kind of disgust. Though what exactly that disgust was for. . .

She shrugged. Waited.

Jager · **07-29-2014, 07:36 PM**

"The second I take your work onto my ship, shit starts goin' missing! One o' my crew goes missin', and no one talks. Then to sum it all up, I've got me a little noser in my ruttin' room!" He shakes his head and leans around the corner to lash out at the informant. "Hey, call it off, this one's no good." He glances back at Z, rolls his eyes and sighs, "And clean this mess up. For the love of- does this town have anyone capable of anything?"Â

This time he pushes off the wall and takes a step towards Zhavi. "I've got a rat in my ship; wasn't there till you stepped on it. It's nothin' personal, I'm jes coverin' my ass. Even if that means havin' to watch yours." He snickers. But he is not amused.

Zhavi · **07-29-2014, 07:43 PM**

Zhi lifted her chin, eyes rising until she was looking him in the face. She propped up a grin. "Been awhile since ye were runnin', ain't it? Cuz yer right shit at it. Don't pretend otherwise."

She started back the way she came. "Free advice? This part o'town, an extra body won't stir up much. But movin' it? That'll be somethin' worth seein'. Move off it. Afore th'gawkers show."

Jager · **07-29-2014, 07:50 PM**

"My only mistake was bringin' on a fresh scragÂ like yerself. We can take care o' that right here." The click from his single shot pistol could be heard. He stood with his braids swaying in the wind. As stated before, this little spot in particular was over looking a piece of open water. They could dump it, but it would be found pretty easy. Give them more than enough time to vanish, only thing is, the kid wasn't a part of his original crew but that of a Limsa citizen. Someone was bound to know him, bound to ask questions, and most of all, bound to track it back to him.Â

"I said you and I need to talk."

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