Baron And Scarlett
Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 9:35 pm
Baron was on the run again.
It wasn't always easy, being chased from town to town, and often kingdom to kingdom. As a thief he had a sort of mystifying allure to him. He was also a master of disguise, and his mastery of this art had given him the appropriate title of, well, master. Today he sported a simple black tunic, which he was beginning to consider quite the impedance on his getaway. The youth could feel the sun focusing its searing rays on the dark threads and the sweat beneath his garb made him feel as though he had been submerged in a rank, odorous cauldron. To make matters worse, the sweat-drenched tunic now weighed a multiple of what it originally would have had it been dry. The boy seethed as he turned the corner and stopped to catch his breath.
Baron was becoming weary again.
Being so young, his still growing legs could only carry him so far, and the horrendous amounts of physical exertion he had put into his daily scheme was quickly taking its toll on his endurance. Exhausted, sweating, and in dire need of a catnap, the sixteen-year-old male slumped down and panted heavily as he rested his head against the stucco building he had chosen to hide behind. Casting a nervous glance around the corner in the direction he had come from, the boy was surprised to see that none of the castle's policing guards were giving chase. With a sigh he closed his eyes and wiped a hand across his sweaty brow, shaking his head and letting a small peep of laughter escape his lips. And then it struck him like a club to the posterior.
Baron could sense another trap.
Turning his head cautiously back to the alley he had chosen to seek sanctuary in, the youth was prepared for the imminent and obvious danger. Quickly he ducked his head and rolled to his left, narrowly avoiding the sparkling blade of the Hylian Knight who was standing with three others in the alley. Scrambling from his heaped position on the ground, the boy made a dash for the open ground of the courtyard. Much to his dismay, he felt the iron gauntlet of a Hylian Knight grip the back of his tunic, and he felt like white the victim. Poor, wretched Baron, he thought to himself, his shoulders slumping and his eyes filling with tears. But he would not be so easily fooled. Apart from being a self-titled master of disguise, he was also a self-titled master of escape. The boy, now lifted off the ground by the tall Knight, planted his feet on the soldier's breastplate and kicked with every ounce of his energy. Just as he thought the outcome would be, his cheap black tunic tore at the seams and fell to pieces. Now half naked and dusty, the shirtless teen heaved himself up off the alley ground and made a run for it. The Knights, although slightly baffled by what had just happened, gave chase immediately.
The young man was far too quick for the armor-clad Knights. Without the bothersome sweat-soaked tunic weighing him down, Baron was able to make a clean getaway. Dashing behind another shop, the thief used one of his more distinctive skills and scaled the brick exterior, laying flat on the roof and peering down at the guards as they ran about like morons chasing after chickens. Or Cuccoos, as they called them in Hyrule, remembered the boy with a chuckle. When the Knights had finally given up their petty search, he jumped from the roof and entered the store, purchasing a new green jerkin and brown open cloak. He grabbed a a quaint green woodsman's cap just to be safe, and he agreed with the store clerk that he looked nothing like he had upon entering the store. Sauntering casually and gleefully around town, the boy set his sights on new deeds of dastardly dishonesty. Delightful.
Baron had escaped the law yet again.
Scarlett would be proud.
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Scarlett was growing impatient.
Baron had gone off three days before, claiming that he knew all of the best spots in town for looting. The middle-aged thief sat unsteadily in the Bearded Bokoblin pub, fingering the fogged up glass of his favorite beverage - ice water, Hyrule's finest. Years of caring for Baron had left the sage-like veteran of the trade in a paternal loop of concern for the boy. He saw in the child the same qualities that he had possessed in his younger days. Baron was naive, foolish, self-centered, and often ignorant and downright flabbergastingly incompetent. Leave that to the lack of formal education, thought the greying man. It had only been four years since twelve-year old Baron had tried to steal from blind and helpless-looking old Scarlett.
Scarlett, although completely blind and middle-aged, was a thousand times the thief Baron could ever dream of being.
It's not often that a duo like Baron and Scarlett could easily get along. Scarlett, whose deep brown hair had greyed slightly over the past four years (you weren't expecting a man named Scarlett to have red hair, were you?) due to constant exasperation towards his youthful charge. Perhaps it was the challenge, or perhaps it was simply that Scarlett was not all there. And yet one thing was certain: the two were inseparable. Scarlett normally stayed back and did the tactical work of an operation, while Baron was largely responsible for most of the action and physical aspects of the tasks. It was not often that these roles were reversed. One notable instance of such a circumstance arose one summer day when the unofficial third member of the “band,” Melon as the two had named the nameless vagrant, decided it would be interesting for the two to switch jobs. Baron devised an ingenius plan to rob the Royal Family's carriage in the countryside of Calatia, and Scarlett had narrowly avoided execution by decapitation after the plan went horribly wrong. That was also, notably, the last time anyone took any thought produced by Melon with any seriousness whatsoever.
Scarlett began to worry about Baron. He had been gone for nearly half a week to steal various goodies and loose ends from Hyrule Castle Town's upper class. Given Baron's improving rate of success, he should have been back by day two. The middle-aged thief stood and gripped his ash staff in his left hand and marched out of the tavern, throwing a few Rupees in the bartender's direction. Several base and stereotype-reliant drunks found it amusing that a blind man should have any sense of aim. The fools; Scarlett could rob them all blind. Pardon the pun.
As he stepped out into the sun, he collided with a clumsy oaf and immediately felt his concern for Baron slipping away. Stupid lousy fool of a thief was never watching were he was going; at least Scarlett had an excuse for that. He stood to his feet and hauled his charge up off the ground to reprimand him. “Come come now, Baron. What have I told you about watching where you're going?” The boy chuckled and spoke in his outlandish accent a farcical apology. “Sawry old'un. Getcher peepers workin' 'gain an' we won' 'ave such a fuss.” Scarlett dealt the boy a smart rap to the noggin and the two thieves, completely unrecognized, walked together in the streets of the castle town.
Baron and Scarlett had returned to Hyrule.
It wasn't always easy, being chased from town to town, and often kingdom to kingdom. As a thief he had a sort of mystifying allure to him. He was also a master of disguise, and his mastery of this art had given him the appropriate title of, well, master. Today he sported a simple black tunic, which he was beginning to consider quite the impedance on his getaway. The youth could feel the sun focusing its searing rays on the dark threads and the sweat beneath his garb made him feel as though he had been submerged in a rank, odorous cauldron. To make matters worse, the sweat-drenched tunic now weighed a multiple of what it originally would have had it been dry. The boy seethed as he turned the corner and stopped to catch his breath.
Baron was becoming weary again.
Being so young, his still growing legs could only carry him so far, and the horrendous amounts of physical exertion he had put into his daily scheme was quickly taking its toll on his endurance. Exhausted, sweating, and in dire need of a catnap, the sixteen-year-old male slumped down and panted heavily as he rested his head against the stucco building he had chosen to hide behind. Casting a nervous glance around the corner in the direction he had come from, the boy was surprised to see that none of the castle's policing guards were giving chase. With a sigh he closed his eyes and wiped a hand across his sweaty brow, shaking his head and letting a small peep of laughter escape his lips. And then it struck him like a club to the posterior.
Baron could sense another trap.
Turning his head cautiously back to the alley he had chosen to seek sanctuary in, the youth was prepared for the imminent and obvious danger. Quickly he ducked his head and rolled to his left, narrowly avoiding the sparkling blade of the Hylian Knight who was standing with three others in the alley. Scrambling from his heaped position on the ground, the boy made a dash for the open ground of the courtyard. Much to his dismay, he felt the iron gauntlet of a Hylian Knight grip the back of his tunic, and he felt like white the victim. Poor, wretched Baron, he thought to himself, his shoulders slumping and his eyes filling with tears. But he would not be so easily fooled. Apart from being a self-titled master of disguise, he was also a self-titled master of escape. The boy, now lifted off the ground by the tall Knight, planted his feet on the soldier's breastplate and kicked with every ounce of his energy. Just as he thought the outcome would be, his cheap black tunic tore at the seams and fell to pieces. Now half naked and dusty, the shirtless teen heaved himself up off the alley ground and made a run for it. The Knights, although slightly baffled by what had just happened, gave chase immediately.
The young man was far too quick for the armor-clad Knights. Without the bothersome sweat-soaked tunic weighing him down, Baron was able to make a clean getaway. Dashing behind another shop, the thief used one of his more distinctive skills and scaled the brick exterior, laying flat on the roof and peering down at the guards as they ran about like morons chasing after chickens. Or Cuccoos, as they called them in Hyrule, remembered the boy with a chuckle. When the Knights had finally given up their petty search, he jumped from the roof and entered the store, purchasing a new green jerkin and brown open cloak. He grabbed a a quaint green woodsman's cap just to be safe, and he agreed with the store clerk that he looked nothing like he had upon entering the store. Sauntering casually and gleefully around town, the boy set his sights on new deeds of dastardly dishonesty. Delightful.
Baron had escaped the law yet again.
Scarlett would be proud.
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Scarlett was growing impatient.
Baron had gone off three days before, claiming that he knew all of the best spots in town for looting. The middle-aged thief sat unsteadily in the Bearded Bokoblin pub, fingering the fogged up glass of his favorite beverage - ice water, Hyrule's finest. Years of caring for Baron had left the sage-like veteran of the trade in a paternal loop of concern for the boy. He saw in the child the same qualities that he had possessed in his younger days. Baron was naive, foolish, self-centered, and often ignorant and downright flabbergastingly incompetent. Leave that to the lack of formal education, thought the greying man. It had only been four years since twelve-year old Baron had tried to steal from blind and helpless-looking old Scarlett.
Scarlett, although completely blind and middle-aged, was a thousand times the thief Baron could ever dream of being.
It's not often that a duo like Baron and Scarlett could easily get along. Scarlett, whose deep brown hair had greyed slightly over the past four years (you weren't expecting a man named Scarlett to have red hair, were you?) due to constant exasperation towards his youthful charge. Perhaps it was the challenge, or perhaps it was simply that Scarlett was not all there. And yet one thing was certain: the two were inseparable. Scarlett normally stayed back and did the tactical work of an operation, while Baron was largely responsible for most of the action and physical aspects of the tasks. It was not often that these roles were reversed. One notable instance of such a circumstance arose one summer day when the unofficial third member of the “band,” Melon as the two had named the nameless vagrant, decided it would be interesting for the two to switch jobs. Baron devised an ingenius plan to rob the Royal Family's carriage in the countryside of Calatia, and Scarlett had narrowly avoided execution by decapitation after the plan went horribly wrong. That was also, notably, the last time anyone took any thought produced by Melon with any seriousness whatsoever.
Scarlett began to worry about Baron. He had been gone for nearly half a week to steal various goodies and loose ends from Hyrule Castle Town's upper class. Given Baron's improving rate of success, he should have been back by day two. The middle-aged thief stood and gripped his ash staff in his left hand and marched out of the tavern, throwing a few Rupees in the bartender's direction. Several base and stereotype-reliant drunks found it amusing that a blind man should have any sense of aim. The fools; Scarlett could rob them all blind. Pardon the pun.
As he stepped out into the sun, he collided with a clumsy oaf and immediately felt his concern for Baron slipping away. Stupid lousy fool of a thief was never watching were he was going; at least Scarlett had an excuse for that. He stood to his feet and hauled his charge up off the ground to reprimand him. “Come come now, Baron. What have I told you about watching where you're going?” The boy chuckled and spoke in his outlandish accent a farcical apology. “Sawry old'un. Getcher peepers workin' 'gain an' we won' 'ave such a fuss.” Scarlett dealt the boy a smart rap to the noggin and the two thieves, completely unrecognized, walked together in the streets of the castle town.
Baron and Scarlett had returned to Hyrule.