The Odd and Slightly Dangerous Adventures of Life (Cyan)

[Kynikos]

"I'll see you in a few hours, then." She straggles out of the bar and onto the street. Time to get to the distillery.

[llama]

He harks out a goodbye, turning his attention to yelling at the person that was still on the floor after the bottle incident. After some yelling, he realized the man was either dead or unconscious, which caused him to gather up some patrons to throw him out on the street. Walking out, the man's body falls right beside you.

Walking through the staunch streets of Vin, you see an assortment of strange things. A boy (or girl, it wqs hard to tell with their long hair and high voice) offered sexual favors for food, a fight was seen in an alley between two old men, among other things. You get it; this city is a cesspool.

Following some walking around, there being entire city blocks missing from the map. You get to the distillery without much threat dedicated towards you. The building itself is a large warehouse, with two double doors on the front.

[Kynikos]

"Alright, let's get down to business." She murmurs, circling the distillery. She looked for entry points, buildings close to the distillery for which you could get from one to the other, the current state of the building and how well it was maintained, before checking to see if the door is unlocked.

[llama]

Walking around, you see a haphazard fire escape on one side (a few rustic metal platforms with windows over them), a few side doors, and lo and behold, an open, higher up window with a dumpster under it to where you could easily jump up onto it and into the area.
While that might be easy, the fire escape seems to lead to a nice vantage point though there is the chance it could break..

Looking at the front door before making your decision, you see there's a chain wrapped around the handles with a padlock-esque device over them. A pile of chains is at your feet from previous melting of the chains. It seems this is how the Queens get in nightly; destroy the chains holding open the door and walk on in. Silly that the owner hasn't gotten flame-resistant chains or maybe put the chains on the other side of the door.

[Kynikos]

Hmm, alright. No point in messing with the front door, so she decides to take the dumpster -> window route. Inside, she looks for the area where they typically meet and play cards, if there's any remnants. There probably shouldn't be if this distillery's in action, but the fact that the chains weren't cleared away means that it probably isn't. She looks in particular for any nice high overviews to where she can see where everything is going on and can make herself... discreet.

Also inside, she looks for any breakable things like glass and goes through her pockets, looking at what she has.

[llama]

You would do all those things, but as you're climbing up the dumpster, a hand grabs your leg, stopping you. "Cry for mercy, thug." A low voice growls. Looking down you see a man covered in the excess of the city, his body being buried with just his face, a maniacal grin, and arm jutting holding a hand crossbow. The man's face is dirtied, obviously, with hallow, sunken features, especially in the eyes and cheeks. It seems rather pudgy, inferring he's either a halfling or a fat human.

[Kynikos]

"It's been a while since anyone's been interested in mucking about with the god touched." She grins, trying to show every tooth with her eyes wide open, hopefully giving her an inhuman look. She attempts to make a very small storm behind him with the hopeful intent of creating a lighting bolt accompanying it with thunder.

[llama]

He yelps at the combination of the facial expression and crack of thunder, considering the night had been open skies earlier. In the exclamation, he fires his crossbow, the bolt narrowly avoiding the tearing into your nose and instead shoots past it, a thud echoing above, it having had hit the roof.
"Gods above!" He prays, " I get you Queens had a pyromancer, but that shit show of magic as well? "

[Kynikos]

"Run. It'll make this much more fun." She stares at the man, flexing her fingers, keeping her grin up. When it comes to a performance, every act must be carefully considered, measured, for the maximum effect. She also noted dimly that this man was probably after the same man she was, but scaring the hell out of someone beat cooperation any day.

[llama]

A screech, and instead of jumping out of the dump, he burrows further im, fully immersing himself in the filth. Looking down, it's almost like he isn't in there, save for the occasional movement of the surface trash, like ground shimmering thanks to a groundhog.

[Kynikos]

If the man hasn't already dropped his crossbow, she attempts to pluck it out of his hands. If he had dropped it, she grabs it as quickly as she can, not taking her eyes off of the man.

[llama]

You see the crossbow peeking out from all the trash (and the occasional dead body; it seems there are unofficial murder dumpsters here too) and grab it with such strength and vigor, you yank it from him. In the flying of trash, the man is uncovered yet again, in which he yelps and cowers in fear. He is a halfling, not a fat human, and at his waist you see a bundle of bolts which you quickly snatch from him.

(thank the natural 20 for revealing the race of this bloke as well as actually getting ammo for the thing)

[Kynikos]

She lines up a shot in the man's chest and fires. If nothing else, that'll put him down for a while. If he isn't moving, she examines the type of crossbow. What kind of quality is it? How many bolts is there?

[llama]

Seeing how it's a stationary target lying right in front of you, the task of shooting him isn't too much of a trouble. The cracking of a rib is heard, and a gurgle of blood from his mouth. A fine, lethal shot for a rather good quality crossbow. The man must have had some degree of wealth to be able to afford it. As for the bolts, you count four.

[Kynikos]

She quickly frisks the man, looking for anything that's could be sold, used, or thrown. She rips out the bolt if it can be reused, too, figuring that such a good quality crossbow couldn't go on without the bolts, yeah? Would be breaking up a family or something and you can't have that.

[llama]

In your frisking, you find a key and a few coins. As for the bolt, it seems little Johnny Ammo is gone, being too deeply embedded in his chest for you to retrieve. You do get your hands bloody in the process, though.

[Kynikos]

Oh, excellent. Accessories make the look, after all. She stands up and climbs through the window as previously mentioned.

[llama]

Crawling through the window, you see a pretty interesting layout before you; definitely not up to code, rustic brewers with a few mini storage silos dotted throughout it. Further up on a staircase is an overlooking office, presumably for the owner to look down on his workers while completing paperwork.