Faces to Steal

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Arc 716, 55th trial of Vhalar
It had been several trials since she had last seen Nightshade, and her thoughts were driving her crazy.

To begin, she had confirmed that it was, in fact possible for her to learn new faces and bodies, within the two races she had already learned. The mannerisms were harder to come by, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was that she could steal peoples faces.

She was sure that given enough time she could completely steal someone's identity- learn enough of their habits and mannerisms, learn how to change her voice and who knows what she could do.

Needless to say, she wouldn't need to be worried about any more guards coming looking for her if she did work for the Cauldron.

But first, she needed to find someone she could stare at without being hauled off by those same guards for stalking.

Her best bet was to find someone older. They were less likely to be paying attention to the stuff around them, and would be much easier to watch. Plus, there was no way for someone to connect her to an ancient crone when she used the form. Hair colour could be dyed, makeup applied to change age a little bit, but truly looking like you were decades older than you were? Now that would be useful.

She spun on the stool, watching the walls wiz by as she slowly hatched her plan. She had often seen artists hired by the rich and famous to paint their likeness, but she had no talent at that, and she hadn't made a name for herself regardless.

But what if she took the same idea, and reversed it? She could find a painter's set and hire someone to pose for her under the guise of practice. The model would never have to see the horrible painting she was sure to make.

All the spinning was beginning to make her dizzy, and she jerked to a halt, the room spinning around her as she teetered on the stool. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply as she waited for it to pass. At long last she stood and grabbed her mirror cloak, turning it grey and tucking it securely around her shoulders as she darted out the shop door.
It was now noon, and Alex had finally found a willing model. She had known that anonymity was key, so she had made sure no one would recognize her. Some spattered paint across her hands, some loose hairs from her braid and a satchel of painting supplies thrown over her shoulder completed her disguise. She even spoke differently, for all the good it seemed to do.

The woman who now sat opposite her in Alex's house looked nearly eighty, though she claimed she wasn't a day over sixty-five.

Yeah right, She thought, though wisely she kept her mouth shut. Despite usually being able to convince people to lend her a hand, no one would even look at her twice when she offered to paint them free of charge. They probably thought it was a scam, but their dismissal still stung a little.

She returned her focus to the woman. They had returned to her house, and she had offered the woman drinks and food. It wasn't anything fancy, but it seemed to put the woman at ease. She was now sitting at the window, gazing upwards towards the sun as she prattled on.

"And then Johnathan, well he's always been a bit of the black sheep of the family you see, and he decided that he'd..."

Alex nodded, blocking out the sound of her voice. She had talked since they met, heroically continuing the one-sided conversation with ease.

Eyeing the woman's ring, she shook her head. How does her husband handle it?

She shook her head and turned her attention back to the blank canvas in front of her. Some quick thinking had led to Alex staining the tips of her fingers and covering the table with unfinished eagles purchased from another artist. The deception was complete, and she was confident the woman wouldn't notice.

The canvas in front of her, however, was not going to be so easy to fake. She quickly spattered some tan paint across the canvas, blurring the line between reality and imagination as she created an extremely odd-looking replica of the woman. She was hardly an accomplished painter, but this was something she could do.

That task done, she was free to pay attention to the woman.

She started with the hands- they were the least likely to be noticed, should something go wrong. The lady's hands were wrinkled, gnarled things, curled up on themselves with arthritis.

The veins stood out in sharp contrast to the paper-thin skin that covered them, and the knuckles seemed comically large when compared to the thinness of her fingers. They were enigmatic; hands of extremes. They appeared almost brittle, yet the strength they had when the lady held onto Alex while walking through the streets rivaled Alex's own grip.

She breathed slowly, in... out... in... out

Eventually the sounds of the woman's voice dimmed, and Alex's mind cleared. Careful to change slowly, she let her hands go shapeless, heating up quickly. It took all she had not to cry out as they melted, blessed coolness following shortly afterwards.

The first time shifting into someone, or something, new seemed to be the worst, as if she had to heat up more than usual to make herself malleable enough. She let go of the trance and looked down, ignoring the rushing in her ears.

The liver-spotted hands that stared back at her were not her own. A smile broke across her face as she held them up and stared at them curiously. She could move them freely, despite how they looked, but she slowly opened and closed them a few times, acting as if they had arthritis. The illusion helped sell the fake movement, but it wasn't the most realistic. Definitely room for improvement.

"What are you doing over there, girlie? Is my painting done already?" The woman's question broke Alex's fascination, and she turned quickly to look at her "client".

"No ma'am, just stretching the fingers. Could you look out the window with a blank look on please? I'm working on a new style, and I'm going to need you to do several emotions."

The rushing in her ears faded as she calmed herself, the meditative trance coming easier the more she practiced. Back as fully Alex, she began focusing on the woman's face. Alex had thought it through and had worn a hood, partially obscuring her face. That, plus the fact that the woman was staring directly into the sun meant she wasn't likely to be spotted as she focused in on the woman's face.
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The breaks ticked by slowly, the sun slowly sinking beneath the horizon. The woman did an admirable job of working on her expressions, Alex carefully watching them. She did, to her credit, try to sketch out what they looked like, but it was harder than she thought. The lines came out scrawled and poorly rendered, looking more like a child's drawing than anything else.

Her body had begun to adjust to the the woman's form, and the rushing in her ears had faded as she added the parts. The face was odd- it was looser than Alex was used to, and the extra skin hung around her cheeks, changing her expressions. It was a far bigger change than Night's skin had been, and it took her breaks longer to learn it.

She slowly added the expressions as she watched the woman pose. The danger of the sinking sun didn't hit Alex until it was too late. As the setting sun slipped behind the city, the woman turned her head to look at Alex, shock covering her face as she saw a mirror reflection of her own. Unable to help herself, Alex copied the expression, memorizing the patterns. The surprise quickly turned to fear, and she let out a shriek as she ran from the room.

Immediately, Alex knew what she had to do. Instinct took over as her form shivered as Valyeria came to the front, grabbing one of the new adamantite daggers and leaping after the woman. She burst out onto the deserted street, the hood falling off as her eyes scanned the streets.

A flutter of movement caught her eye, and she hurdled into action. Her feet hit the cobbles, nearly slipping out from under her as she turned the corner. The woman was only half a dozen paces away, holding her ankle as she stared at Valyeria with fear across her face. It was already starting to swell and as Valyeria drew near the scent of urine filled the street. She wrinkled her nose as she knelt down, ignoring the wet spot growing under the old woman.

"P-please, don't. I swear, I didn't see anything. I-I won't tell," the woman babbled, her mouth barely able to keep up with the spew of words.

Valyeria's knife flickered out, slashing through the woman's throat.

Blood spattered the sidewalk, spraying across the mirror cloak. She slumped backwards against the wall, her eyes locked onto Valyeria's. A last, bloody bubble escaped from her throat as her muscles relaxed, her accusing gaze never leaving Valyeria's eyes. Valyeria looked around, freezing as her eyes locked on a bundle of clothes in next alley. Two beady eyes stared back at her, unmoving.

Shit

She crouched, leaping forward at the pile. It exploded, pieces of rags flying in every direction as a stick-thin man darted out into the street. Valyeria gave chase, leaping for him in a flying tackle. She misjudged the man's speed, her arms just catching his feet as she crashed to the ground.

Skidding, she was cut as the sharp edges of the cobble tore her skin open. The man fared no better, hissing as he scraped his legs. Somehow she kept her hand on her blade as she landed, and Valyeria pushed herself upright, scrambling on top of the man. She lifted her blade, preparing to drive it into his heart when the sound of voices drifted down the street.

She paused momentarily, and that was all the time he needed. He bucked, throwing her off him as he darted off down the alley. Her head cracked against the road, stars spinning in her eyes. By the time she cleared her head the voices were nearer, the flicker of torches just around the corner. She scrambled to her feet, jumping to the air and pumping awkwardly to land on the roof nearby. She tumbled to her knees, wincing as the scrapes were rubbed into the dirt. She stayed low, peering over the roof as the troop of Blackguard tromped down the street. She looked down, realizing what her cloak did, and snorted quietly to herself.

She touched the adobe walls, pulling up her hood as the cloak shimmered to a drab brown colour. She rose, standing beside the chimney, her cloak blending in perfectly.

The guards below shouted out orders, spreading out as their gaze swept the streets. She stood motionless, watching them move about like ants. More guards appeared soon afterwards, looking at the murder scene as they discussed it. Door to door questionings were not far behind, and she heard the muffled voices of the homeowners beneath her feet as they answered their questions.

At long last, the guards packed up and left, the body of the woman held between them. Quietly, Valyeria dropped off the side of the building, using her wings to break her fall. She winced as the muscles were yanked, and quickly shifted back to Alex.

The cloak was covered in blood, and she wadded it up under her arm as she exited the alley. Only a few people were still on the street, none of them paying any attention to a small girl.

She finally arrived back at her house, the door still slightly ajar. She hurried inside, closing her door behind her. Amber crept up, licking at her bloody hand as Alex looked around the room.

Quickly, she gathered up the painting of the woman and the woman's bag. Sorting through her shopping felt odd to Alex, but she shook it off. The woman was dead, but there was no sense in wasting perfectly good food. The useful supplies and gold taken, she wadded the bag up and threw it in the fire. Her painting soon followed, as did the terrible sketches. She watched them burn, careful to ensure all traces of the woman's visit were gone.

That done, she set the easel against the far wall, half painting a rough mountain scene by the light of her lantern. She left it there as proof of her new hobby, should any guards come asking about her.

Finally, she collapsed in bed, tired. Her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling as the breaks ticked by, until at last sleep claimed her.
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Come and get your Loot!

(There's plenty more where that came from)


VLUHARQIH:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: NA
  • Structure: +5

Knowledges:

  • Cosmetology: Dyes for Hair
  • Deception: Buying the Work of Others to Claim as Your Own
  • Disguise: Able to Learn New Details of Copied Races
  • Disguise: Hair Dye and Skin Make-up Fake Age
  • Disguise: Mannerisms and Voices are Tougher Than Looks
  • Disguise: Old Folks are Easiest Faces to Study Covertly
  • Disguise: The Shock of Discovery Just Another Expression to Copy
  • Drawing: Sketching Faces Makes Practice Easier Later
  • Mirror Cloak: The Discovery Of its Function
  • Painting: Abstract Interpretation is Easiest to Fake
  • Painting: Keep a Few Unfinished Samples Around as Proof
  • Psychology: Anything Free Must be a Scam
  • Psychology: Murder Gets Easier and Easier
  • Stealth: Mirror Cloak
  • Tactics: Hiding Behind the Easel While You Practice Transformation
  • Tactics: Keep the Copy Target Looking Into the Sun
  • Tactics: Pretending to be a Portrait Artist to Study Faces
  • Tactics: Starting a Role Already in Disguise
  • Tactics: Transform Before You Kill a Witness
  • Transforming: The First Time is the Hardest
  • Unarmed Combat: Body Buck to Throw an Attacker Off
  • Unarmed Combat: Don't Underestimate a Thin Man's Speed

Loot:

Some generic toiletries and a few trials' food. / 7gn


Loss:

Nothing but your eternal soul, murderer! ;)


Injuries:

Nothing


Fame: -10 / +2

-10 to Valeryia for murder
+2 to Alex for Offering free portrait paintings


Comments:

Brutal girl! :twisted: Maybe it's best you're getting out of Etzos.
Your Valeryia form is about to get a bounty on her head. :?

PM me with any comments or concerns :)
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