Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-25389303-20151031192938

"I left my favourite cassette in the escape car..."

Nocte sang the words of his favourite song as he watched the vehicle in front of him slowly burn to the ground beneath an abandoned underpass in the outskirts of Vale. He stretched out his scarred hands towards the flames, hoping for even the slightest of sensations in his fingertips. But no. Nothing. Not even the cold. Hell, he didn't even know what cold was!

He glanced up. In the distance he could hear sirens, but they were far away and were no threat to him. The owner of the mansion he had broken into must have finally realised what had happened and called the police. A few hours too late though.

"I'll never hear those songs..."

A beeping sound for his pocket abruptly cut him off. With a scowl he reached down and drew out his Scroll.

''Brine? What does he want?''

He tapped the accept button and the man's silhouette appeared on the screen.

"Hey Nocte, long time no see," he greeted with suspicious warmth, causing him to frown''. ''

"This is unlike you, Brine, calling me rather than sending a message," he responded in a monotone voice. "But good timing on your part, since I have some more stuff for you to fence for me."

He lifted the bag lying at his feet up like a trophe for the man to see.

''"Sure, fine, whatever. Listen, there's a reason I took the time to contact you directly..." ''

"Because you didn't think I would accept if you didn't?" Nocte replied, cutting in. He noticed the dark figure slump a little in his chair. "Oh, c'mon Brine, you think I couldn't tell? You know me better then that!"

Brine sighed. ''"Sorry, man. I just know you hate working with a crew and all..." ''

Silence fell between the two of them. Realising his contact wasn't showing any signs of talking, he decided to speak up.

"So? You may as well tell me at this point."

The man nodded. ''"Ok. Basically, I've got a major job on offer, and I need a solid crew to see it through." ''

Nocte raised an eyebrow. "I thought you had your own crew. Or several, or something."

''"I can't contact them. Look, most of the members I have pulled together are students - may not have even stolen from a candy store in their life - and I need someone with experience to make sure things go as smoothly as possible. I figured you're probably one of the best at doing things quietly, if you know what I mean." ''

He nodded. The thought of working with other people, especially unproven students, soured his mood. But he knew that this must be something big, otherwise Brine could have just messaged him to do it alone.

''"I've got Azulius Cardamom running everything, if that helps." ''

Cardamom? Nocte had heard rumours about him. A crook through and through, but a good one at that. Nocte wondered whether he would have leads to his brother's whereabouts...

"What's in it for me?" Nocte asked. He already had a good idea, but maybe he could get a little extra on top of his payday.

''"Uh...plenty of cash, I guess. Whatever you get on the job." ''

"Hmm..."

''"...And I'll fence everything else you've got for free?" ''

Nocte smiled. "Deal."

Brine smiled back. ''"Nice. I'll send you a time and place for you to meet up with the gang, once everything's sorted out." ''

Nocte nodded. "Alright. Don't leave me waiting." And with that he ended the call.

He looked up. It had gotten surprising dark surprising quickly, and by now whatever evidence was inside the smoldering vehicle was long since destroyed. He grinned as he hoised his bag of loot back over his shoulder. He frowned slightly. What was he doing again? Oh yes...

"When I...broke...bad..." he began to sing again, slowly melting back into the shadows, all signs of his existence erased once more.

Looks like payday's coming early.