Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?
I walk in the forest 🌳
I rob a bank! kill a lawman! my gal is my getaway driver! we drink bootleg gin and listen to josephine baker
I’m a city. just like… the whole city.
i own! and curate! a museum with every! matisse! piece! ever!
the best goddamn florist you’ve ever laid eyes on.:
I make food for aliens that I can’t personally eat
Hmm.
“How often do you write home, hmm?” her voice asked, damningly.
Dar’Shan couldn’t figure out where these questions were going, and the blunt hits to the head probably weren’t helping. He didn’t respond, still shaking. He couldn’t get a word out of his sore lungs.
The woman turned toward him, away from her desk, and frowned. “Don’t make this difficult, or I swear it, I’ll make you hurt far worse. Do you ever write home?”
He choked, then spat out- “Periodically, on longer trips, or if there is a problem that comes up-”
“We’ll consider this a problem. Not so much for us as for this ‘Ma’Jaara’. You would supposedly make a decent income, as a cutthroat-for-hire, no?”
“Bounty Hun-”
“Who cares!? You say it hurts to talk, so talk when I ask a question, and when I ask a question, ANSWER IT.”
“Tirna, Dar’Shan knows little of the current finances.”
She sighed, and stood up. “How much was Idgrod going to pay you for this?”
“Two thousand and five hundred septims.”
To this, tirna laughed, and stepped toward her captive. She swiftly kicked him, sending him curled to the floor around his abdomen, and stepped on his tail for good measure. “Look at you! Hardly worth a quarter of that. She should have sent someone who wouldn’t walk right into a trap like that!”
A minor cacophony of laughter rang out from the bandits with her. Dar’Shan let out a weak hiss, which was met with even greater mockery.
“Give it a rest, cat. You’ll be home once they pay up. Let’s say… fifteen thousand? Sounds about right to me. Now I just need to know where to address it to.”
Dar’Shan choked again, and answered “Riften. The house is in Riften.”
At her word, two of the bandits led him, and nearly dragged him, back to his cell, and locked him away once again.
Dar’Shan sat up, and checked the hallway left and right. The guards had just passed by, and wouldn’t be making another round for a moment. He slipped a small sliver of metal from hiding, and began working at the lock, turning it, and grinning. He moved back to his bed, and laid down, the cell door unlocked, but still shut.
Once the guard passed again, he moved to Kii-Nam, and clicked open the shackles on his wrists, noting the faint blue glimmer that was doubtlessly a silencing enchantment.
“Did the gods show you a way, friend?”
“Only showed my eye lids, what about you?” he asked Dar’Shan rubbing his eyes. and yawned. “Any news or what?” The Argonian looked around for a moment wondering how much time they had left. And continued to cook up any more plans to at least survive another day.
“Check your wrists friend. Today is your lucky day. Why they continue to make us cellmates is beyond this one’s knowledge.”
Another guard was approaching, and Dar’Shan quickly assumed the position, feigning sleep on the uncomfortable collection of hay in his corner. Once he’d passed, Dar’Shan slipped back over. “Now this time, we leave quietly; no noise, no firebolts… unless it becomes truly necessary. After the next guard passes, we go.”
He slipped the lockpick away into his ragged burlap prison clothes, and waited for the next watchman to pass.
Dar’Shan sat up, and checked the hallway left and right. The guards had just passed by, and wouldn’t be making another round for a moment. He slipped a small sliver of metal from hiding, and began working at the lock, turning it, and grinning. He moved back to his bed, and laid down, the cell door unlocked, but still shut.
Once the guard passed again, he moved to Kii-Nam, and clicked open the shackles on his wrists, noting the faint blue glimmer that was doubtlessly a silencing enchantment.
“Did the gods show you a way, friend?”
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“Don’t be…well to Oblivion if I know how you should feel Dar’Shan” Kii-Nam kept his anger in check, “Only that well with out my magic, and without your picks we’re probably gonna get hanged together.”
Dar'Shan cringed. “Ma'Jaara, forgive me.” He stopped himself from weeping momentarily, as he heard a guard joking to another, around a corner.
“Can you believe it? He smuggles in a lockpick, just to break it and toss it away purposefully!”
The khajiit’s ears flattened in defiance, as if they could see him from there. He turned to Kii-Nam. “Get some rest. Perhaps, in your dreams, some salvation might present itself.”
“I doubt it” he told him with a glare leaning against the wall, ignoring the sounds of chains. Kii-Nam curled up on the haypile they had and closed his eyes.
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“The gods haven’t oh so favorable for me of late Dar’Shan” Kii-Nam replied, looking back at him from his perch in the corner. “Besides the fact that to the Nords in these parts still see me as a murderer only means I’m probably gonna hang, and you as well.I doubt anyone will convince them otherwise.”
“Here you were expecting Dar'Shan to assist you, were you not? Look what I’ve done instead… He is…”
He gulped, his eyes clamped shut and his head hung low, “he has failed you. Dar'Shan is sorry.”
“Don’t be…well to Oblivion if I know how you should feel Dar’Shan” Kii-Nam kept his anger in check, “Only that well with out my magic, and without your picks we’re probably gonna get hanged together.”
Dar'Shan cringed. “Ma'Jaara, forgive me.” He stopped himself from weeping momentarily, as he heard a guard joking to another, around a corner.
“Can you believe it? He smuggles in a lockpick, just to break it and toss it away purposefully!”
The khajiit’s ears flattened in defiance, as if they could see him from there. He turned to Kii-Nam. “Get some rest. Perhaps, in your dreams, some salvation might present itself.”
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“Remember, I fight for the Imperials?” Kii-Nam mentioned to Dar’Shan, “And kind of a…thing with the Stormcloaks, they would rather kill me in an execution than face me in battle. And remember Nords, they own Skyrim, Skyrim apparently is only for them and no one else free. So as you can tell being a Khajiit they don’t give a flying skeever’s ass.”
“Funny,” he said, sitting down on the cold cell floor. “Dar’Shan fought for them too. You’d think it’d have improved their disposition, but they ended up trying to execute him because they failed to do an investigation.”
He started scratching words into the back of a wooden chair, to pass time. “The only reason I lived was because a Thalmor agent thought I could be useful if I was able to escape a cell.”
He sighed, “Pray to the gods, then, friend. They may still look upon us kindly.”
“The gods haven’t oh so favorable for me of late Dar’Shan” Kii-Nam replied, looking back at him from his perch in the corner. “Besides the fact that to the Nords in these parts still see me as a murderer only means I’m probably gonna hang, and you as well.I doubt anyone will convince them otherwise.”
“Here you were expecting Dar'Shan to assist you, were you not? Look what I’ve done instead… He is…”
He gulped, his eyes clamped shut and his head hung low, “he has failed you. Dar'Shan is sorry.”
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“Wait what?!” snapped Kii-Nam looking shocked more than anything, “So you’d rather be lead to your execution more than anything at this point?!”
Dar’Shan’ eyes shot open, and he took a moment to take in those words. “Wait, since when was there to be an execution? This one did nothing…,” he muttered. He looked down to the broken pick, and tossed it out into the hall. “Not khajiit’s finest moment, not nearly.”
A guard walking by glanced down at the pick, and then to the two of them; the expressionless mask over their face hid any emotion they would otherwise have shown.
“Remember, I fight for the Imperials?” Kii-Nam mentioned to Dar’Shan, “And kind of a…thing with the Stormcloaks, they would rather kill me in an execution than face me in battle. And remember Nords, they own Skyrim, Skyrim apparently is only for them and no one else free. So as you can tell being a Khajiit they don’t give a flying skeever’s ass.”
“Funny,” he said, sitting down on the cold cell floor. “Dar’Shan fought for them too. You’d think it’d have improved their disposition, but they ended up trying to execute him because they failed to do an investigation.”
He started scratching words into the back of a wooden chair, to pass time. “The only reason I lived was because a Thalmor agent thought I could be useful if I was able to escape a cell.”
He sighed, “Pray to the gods, then, friend. They may still look upon us kindly.”
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“Considering my record of killing is far outnumbers the amount of bounty hunt missions. Oh plenty..and plenty more to come.”
"Considering they thought that khajiit helped you with these killings… This is most troubling to hear."
He glanced up at Kii-Nam. “This one is not a ‘lone wolf.’ There are people depending on him.”
“Just start picking the locks, these Skyrim is for the Nord types are about to learn why its not real soon.”
“No. Dar’Shan refuses to have anything to do with more of these fiery escapes, fights, and killings. Too dangerous, and they know khajiit’s face!”
He took out his lockpick, and snapped the end off of it. “Not this time, friend. Dar’Shan cannot help you.”
“Wait what?!” snapped Kii-Nam looking shocked more than anything, “So you’d rather be lead to your execution more than anything at this point?!”
Dar’Shan’ eyes shot open, and he took a moment to take in those words. “Wait, since when was there to be an execution? This one did nothing…,” he muttered. He looked down to the broken pick, and tossed it out into the hall. “Not khajiit’s finest moment, not nearly.”
A guard walking by glanced down at the pick, and then to the two of them; the expressionless mask over their face hid any emotion they would otherwise have shown.
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“Considering my record of killing is far outnumbers the amount of bounty hunt missions. Oh plenty..and plenty more to come.”
"Considering they thought that khajiit helped you with these killings… This is most troubling to hear."
He glanced up at Kii-Nam. “This one is not a ‘lone wolf.’ There are people depending on him.”
“Just start picking the locks, these Skyrim is for the Nord types are about to learn why its not real soon.”
“No. Dar’Shan refuses to have anything to do with more of these fiery escapes, fights, and killings. Too dangerous, and they know khajiit’s face!”
He took out his lockpick, and snapped the end off of it. “Not this time, friend. Dar’Shan cannot help you.”
bountyhuntingkhajiit asked:
junipergreenheart answered:
Juniper folds her arms, glaring at Dar’Shan. She was pleased to see him, but managed to hide it for now “You disappeared on me again! Where’ve you been?”
"At home, mostly, ever since he settled down here. It’s not the life he used to lead, but it still presents it’s own-"
He shivered, “challenges,” he spat out. His body didn’t feel right.
"Ah… There might be a prob…" his stomach began to hurt. "Aah! Gods!"
Juniper pursed her lips at ‘settled down’ and ground her teeth. She opened her mouth to say something when her friend looked like he was about to double over in pain
"Dar’Shan?" She frowned. "What’s wrong?"
Dar’Shan went down on his knee, and started groaning. “Poison! I’ve been pois- nnd..”, he gasped, his abdomen stinging. “Probably in his drink.”
He gritted his teeth and pulled open a bag, rapidly searching its contents, a collection of small bottles. “No, no, no! Where is it!?,” he asked, panicked. Left without an antidote, he slumped against the wooden side of a building.
He took a key and handed it to Juniper. “Go to my home, quickly.”
kii-nam asked:
bountyhuntingkhajiit answered:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
“Considering my record of killing is far outnumbers the amount of bounty hunt missions. Oh plenty..and plenty more to come.”
“Considering they thought that khajiit helped you with these killings… This is most troubling to hear.”
He glanced up at Kii-Nam. “This one is not a ‘lone wolf.’ There are people depending on him.”
kii-nam asked:
“Exactly how many soldiers did you kill? Dar’Shan imagines it must have been much for them to find me guilty as well.”
bountyhuntingkhajiit asked:
junipergreenheart answered:
Juniper folds her arms, glaring at Dar’Shan. She was pleased to see him, but managed to hide it for now “You disappeared on me again! Where’ve you been?”
“At home, mostly, ever since he settled down here. It’s not the life he used to lead, but it still presents it’s own-”
He shivered, “challenges,” he spat out. His body didn’t feel right.
“Ah… There might be a prob…” his stomach began to hurt. “Aah! Gods!”
Bonus if the crime is because of something they’ve done together.
