undergrounds | November Catch-All

a) Somewhere with food

"Do you mind?" The good thing about British people, Reynard had quickly figured out, was that it didn't matter one bit whether they minded or not. By the time even the least polite of them had mustered up the courage to tell him that they very much minded indeed, he'd usually already gotten away with whatever it was he wanted to do.

In this case he not only sat down across from the person, but he also reached over to snatch something from their plate and immediately put it into his mouth. "Most gracious."

[ooc: Be the person who has food stolen, be an observer, join in to steal even more food or punch him in the face. Go with the flow!]

b) On the tube

"Right." That came out of nowhere and loud enough that several heads turned to look at him, quite a few people looking offended already. The tube wasn't a place to loudly proclaim anything. It was, at most, a place for quiet conversation and only if you knew the person sitting next to you. Other than that, anything other than 'pardon me' was really excessive.

"This is taking forever and we still don't know one another." Reynard got up and started to walk down the train, pointing at a passenger. "This man passed out ten minutes ago, because he's so drunk. Does anyone know where he wants to get off? Shouldn't we ask him?" He kicked the man's foot lightly, frowning. "He might also be dead, somebody ought to check on that. What about you?" Turning on his heels he looked at a girl with blue hair who stared at him with very wide eyes. "I can't be the only one who's been wondering for the past seven stops if that's your natural hair colour. Because it looks stunning on you, so either you have great genes or make great choices. Well done."

He took a few more steps, just in time to grab the pole so he wouldn't fall over. "Speaking of choices, can somebody tell me why every second person in London currently chooses to dress in red and black lumberjack shirts? Did I miss some kind of announcement? Is it a new uniform? Because if it is, I reckon the lesbians are pissed you stole it from them."

Spreading his arms he was almost tempted to take a bow as he took in all the people either staring at him or pretending not to hear him. The waves of second-hand embarrassment were all but tangible. Beautiful. "Will you people just start talking already?"

[ooc: ...someone just make him stop rambling. Or keep him rambling, whatever amuses you more.]

c) Locked to Siobhan

Reynard has only been here once before, but that was enough to find the way again. He slipped in after some other tenant and made his way up the stairs. In a plastic bag he carries quite a few scones, teacakes and assorted other treats. Just what a kind baker who left his store unattended for a few minutes wanted, to share with the world.

Given the circumstances, Reynard really didn't think it could count as stealing. Mostly it was taking what might have been given or at the very least should have been anyway.

d) Bring your own adventure!

[ooc: Just do whatever you like, feel free to hit me up for plotting.]

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Oh dear. He was holding her hand. No one got to do that and live. or, well, no one got to do that. Period. She wasn't a hand holder, even in the most platonic sort of ways, unless she was the one initiating.

She scowled at him over the table, and removed her hand from his sharply. "Exceptionally certainly is the word for it. If you can't pay for food, maybe you could try asking?" She'd happily buy him something to eat, if that was the case.

To be fair, she had initiated the hand-holding. More or less at least, given she had been the one to grab him.

"Suppose I could have, but you have to agree that this way was a lot faster." Reynard pulled his hand back, fingers curled in when he ran it through his hair, as if anything could actually tame it. "Does your generosity depend on circumstances that much?"

It likely should, but arguing in his favour when nothing really was in his favour was kind of his thing.

"No," she points a well-manicured nail at him. "My generosity depends on people not being rude." Which, if he had known her, was incredibly true. She was quite generous.

"There's better ways to get things than stealing." Which she knew. But didn't necessarily practice.

"Naturally," Reynard agreed, leaning forward on one elbow and propping his chin up on his hand, "Much better ways. But I prefer to put at least a bit of work in, so stealing gets the right balance between just magically getting things and doing an honest day's work."

He smiled wide enough to show teeth that were just that tiny bit too sharp, not bothered about admitting to being a thief. He might be joking for all she knew.

"Of course." Thieves, particularly young men thieves, always got Nancy's guard up. She knew far too many, so not knowing one, at least on sight, tended to make her pause. Logically, she knew there was surely no connection at all between this man and Fagin, so there should be absolutely no cause for concern. But no one ever accused Nancy of being the most logical of girls.

"Magically getting things. Surprised you're not using that as a euphemism."

"What exactly would I use that as a euphemism for?"

If he had known of them, Reynard might have eased her worries. He's not been in London for more than a few days at this point and he doesn't have any connections to any other thieves around here, as far as he knows. But since he can't read her thoughts all he does is smile curiously.

"I mean, I could imagine a number of things, but I'd prefer to just hear your thoughts on the matter."

"If you were saying how you acquired something that you stole. Just magically got it. Maybe euphemism is the wrong word." It probably was, she hadn't been to school a day in her life.

"Nothing sexual, if that's what you're thinking."

"Nothing sexual," Reynard repeated, unable to keep from smirking. He inclined his head a little, then thought for a moment before speaking again. "No, I think if I used that turn of phrase I'd be worried people actually mistake me for a magician. If I have to be mistaken, I'd much rather be mistaken for something else."

Speaking of... "I go by Reynard. Pleasure to meet you, even if I remain hungry."

"Funny how slight of hand and stealing tend to go hand-in-hand," she remarks softly, but doesn't say anything else on the subject. Instead, she looks at her plate of chips, then back at the now-named Reynard.

"Nancy. You're going to have some chips even if I don't tell you to, so you may as well."

"Possibly true, Nancy, but I'd not have enjoyed them nearly as much." His smile was charming enough and when he reached for the chips again, he actually politely only took one. Either it was an effort to hold back now or proof that his initial gesture had been more to provoke than anything.

"I'll repay you the favour one day, don't you worry. Such generosity should be rewarded." Words that shouldn't be discarded from one of the fae, not that Nancy could know that's what he was.

"So you owe me a favor." She watched him take the delicious fried potatoes. She could sense magic about him, but not that he was fae. And favors were a very important currency in the magical community.

"Something like that." No, he wasn't going to go out and actually say that. Owing a favour was quite something when words meant as much as they did for his kind, outcast or not. Luckily he'd always been good with mincing, twisting and otherwise using words, so he didn't mess up. "Mostly just a bit of goodwill. Don't we all owe that to the world anyway?"

"Right." Oh, he was good.

Nancy doesn't touch the chips between them. Instead, she glances over her shoulder. "I don't owe the world a damn thing."

"No?" Reynard smiled and picked up another fry, turning it between two fingers before taking a bite. His eyes stayed on the fry until he bit down, when they suddenly shifted to look at Nancy instead.

"What do you feel the world owes you?"

She shakes her head. "A break. But I know that's not how the world works." She knew it far too well, and far too young.

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