But...Stealing Isn't Wrong! [Job: Ahote/Famine]

The thug seemed to go ridgid all over as soon as his eyes laid on the emblem at Ahote’s stomach. He knew of her guild, and he feared it….good. Now he knew not to underestimate her or the child...

Theobold grumbled to himself before moving to lead past the two, gesturing for them to follow back out through the garage they came. Once he and his crime partners, Famine and Ahote, were out he reached up and caught the door by its handle, sliding it down and shut with the loud hum of rolling metal. The thug tugged his own bandana up over his nose, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Famine made a similar identity herself and shifted her hood up over her head, handing Ahote a black bandana she without a doubt had managed to quickly form from her magic. "You gotta look the part, kiddo” she smiled from beneath the shadows her shawl cast over her face. In truth, Ahote’s identity had to be concealed just as much as the adults in this situation. "Now, let’s go.” Famine purred as her eyes lowered to the boy's, a hand moving to ruffle his otherwise organized hair

Banana

Famine felt herself choke back a laugh, something she hadn’t seemed to of done in a very long time now. She both had the urge to smile and smack her palm to her forehead… it was a hilarious mistake… but for the sheer fact that the mage found it…’cute’ she neglected to correct the boy. Instead she simmed forward and allowed Ahote to cling as close to her leg as she pleased.

Inevitably, the thug in front of her stopped and Famine came to her own halt. This had to be the joint then... Famine squinted into the sun-lit sky and up at the shop sign just as the client aside her did: “Rusty Gold.” She couldn’t tell what kind of dealer this was at first but a glimpse in the widget and gizmo crowded display windows made it clear enough. This had to be some kind of an antique pawn shop.

She held a palm in front of her and like when she always conjured a creation and a black, inky, mass mass welled in her hand shifting into the desired shape: a pistol. Famine toyed at the trigger of the makeshift gun so to show  Ahote that it wouldn’t fire, the thing was just like a toy and that was good enough… Famine had no intentions to kill today… they’d simply be engaging in some ‘friendly’ robbery.

“M’kay. You keep that sack ready for the money, Theo and I will take care of the rest.” She chirped down at the boy before she placed a hand at and pushed open the door. The bell-string tied just over the door jam signaled their arrival with an all too innocent chime. Holding the doorway open with her back, Famine nudged her head forward and gestured Theobold in first. Upon entry Famine watched as he reached for the back of his pants where he had stuck his own handgun, one that indeed was very real. Famine stepped in after him gingerly and waited for Ahote to follow before she dared to make a move. “--And stay close, Ahote.”