Little Writer

Authors note I wanted to start this chapter by saying thank you to everyone for their kind comments on the first one. When I started this story 7 months ago I was in a rough place and had a lot of drastic changes in my life. Recently things have gotten better and I'm feeling much happier, and inspired to write again. Your warm reception was definitely a huge factor in me wanting to continue this story. I look forward to updating this story more regularly, probably every Wednesday or Tuesday. But I'm just writing it off the cuff so who knows how far it'll go. I lost my original version of chapter 2 so it might be a bit off since it's frustrating trying to remember what you wrote (and I have a bad memory ?) but hopefully the style is the same. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 2 ❤. Chapter 2: Spring's Rebirth The crisp morning air left the Little woman feeling invigorated, with just a slight nip on her nose as Marietta made her way to campus. Starting her commute so early in the morning meant that she was able to avoid her Amazon classmates, who tended to be extra cruel in the morning. Unfortunately she was unable to enjoy the same quiet reprieve on her way home, since it was dangerous for any Little to be out late at night. It was effortless for any Amazon to declare that the little was 'out past their bedtime' and clearly wouldn't be able to get enough sleep to function right, meaning they weren't mature enough to take care of themselves. Not wanting to dwell on such negative thoughts, Marietta took a deep breath to refocus her attention on her surroundings. Winters dying clutches were easily noticeable in the frost that left the vibrant grass bowing under its weight. But Spring's defiance was ever present in the blossoms that served as its bastions. Another joy of being out so early was that Marietta was able to be an audience to the heralds of Spring's return as the morning birds sang their cheerful tune. The beams cast from the stretching of the morning sun made the campus courtyard sparkle like a field of gems. It was a shame that this beautiful scene was overshadowed by the menacing Main Building. The oldest building on the massive campus of Hexel University, it was where the elective classes and several offices were located. Like the Office of Student Services, Dean Norton's Office, and the Finance Office. Literally every student has to pass through it's cold interior almost daily. The outside was decorated with hideous Amazon sized gargoyles along its parapet, and massive stone pillars that made even Amazons feel small. Something about the tall windows with thin metal bars and decorative curled frames made it look almost like it had a face, with a judging glare and cruel smile. Inside the historic building was just as frigid as it was outside, it was an actual museum of past inventions that were birthed within Hexels walls. The marble floors and smattering of displayed antiques did nothing to extend a warm and welcoming embrace to the students who traversed its halls. Especially, (unsurprisingly) for its Little population, since the displays were shockingly anti-little for the university that prided itself for its diversity. Hexel university was the university of Poptonia, everyone wanted in but only the best of the best got in. Including a moderate selection of Littles each year. And of course they used the small pool of Little students to heavily advertise itself as a diverse and welcoming institution. Of course the offensive displays were overlooked since they were all 'antiques of Poptonias Proud History', like the statue of Poptonias founder, Krasen Poptonia, holding his Little Girl Blossom, in her signature frilly and ruffle laden flower dress and large frilly diaper. But the antique inventions were what really sent shivers down Little spines. One such antique is the first Locking Diaper, a metal diaper cover that goes over a Littles diaper and is literally locked on the waist and legs with the attached manacles. The plaque for it reads: "The world's first locking diaper, designed to keep even the most rebellious little in their place. Such as the leader of The Tantrum Rebellion, Baby Lulu, whose Daddy, the Bringer of Poptonias Peace, Julain Norton, used for her until her passing." Some where even still functional and were used as attractions for Amazons to come and try them out on their own Little. Although more often then not it was some unfortunate Little Student who fell victim to them. Marietta could still hear the shrill screams of the last Little whose new 'Mommy' used the Spank O' Matic on them. Suddenly feeling nauseous Marietta threw out her breakfast shake and made her way into the hated building for her English 4 class. She hated the way bad memories bubbled to the surface of her mind and drowned her in them. It was like she was being dragged to the past and reliving the memory, leaving her blind and unaware of the present. They often sprung forward with little to no provocation and always left her spaced out for the duration and feeling nauseous afterwards. Luckily they haven't landed her in any embarrassing or bad spots. However, that was the past Marietta, present Marietta was grateful for the reprieve her spaced out memories granted her. A fact she was made aware of as a different kind of chill brought her back to the present. "Aw there she is! Welcome back to class wittle girl, where or where did you wander off to?" A voice cooed at her before bopping her on the nose. The room shook with the laughter of her former classmates and Marietta found herself feeling sick. She was homesick for the safe past Winter had granted her, and sick from fear of what the present of Spring had in store. Feeling her bra being unclasped from her small frame, it was only then that she realized the chill she felt was from being half naked. Quickly covering her breasts to protect her modesty was a classic mistake that the spaced out little fell for. "Aw what a silly wittle baby! Babies dont cover themselves!" The same booming voice declared as another hard spank was delivered to her rear. The Little woman let out a yelp, which quickly turned into a disgusting display as her frazzled nerves caused her to throw up all over herself. The remnants of her breakfast shake was now all over her naked breasts and jeans and was recieved with a mixture of disgust and soft cooing. "Dont worry everyone, throwing up is a common side effect of the beginning stage of maturosis. Its just her body getting rid of all the adult food she was forcing herself to eat. Now let's get you all cleaned up okay?" The familiar voice cooed as giant hands started to wipe her face and body with paper towels. Once again the Little baby, who used to be a woman, was thrust into the past. This time it was of her final moments of being independent. Waking up the Littles side of the staircase Marietta was still slower then an Amazon on the Amazon side of the staircase, a fact she couldnt escape when Susan Landerbolt came bounding upwards toward her. Susan Landerbolt was the number 1 student in the whole University...well Amazon student. Marietta Thorn was the unlucky Little that found herself in the number 1 spot of Hexels Senior class. A fact that the wealthy legacy Susan seethed over. She had made it her mission to humiliate Marietta and to 'put her in her place'. She was the reason Marietta hated English 4 and tried to get to school as early as possible, a fact Susan clearly became wise to. "Aw arent you adorable today! Let me check to see if you're wearing protection!" Susan gleefully announced as she extended her hand and spanked Marietta on her way up the steps. "Ow!" Mariette cried as the spank felt like sharp sting on her unsuspecting behind. Susan just laughed and put her hands in front of her as she continued climbing the steps. Once at the top she turned towards the still climbing Little woman "Oops, sorry. But it wouldn't have hurt if you were wearing protection! Do you want me to help you into something comfy and secure?" "No thank you Susan, I dont need protection." The Amaon legacy visibly prickled at the Little student calling her by her first name, but quelled her displeasure behind a smirk. "O~kay! But dont say I didnt want you~!" She said in a cheery singsong voice before scampering off towards English 4. Marietta felt chills all over her body, and attributed it to seeing the blonde Amazon smirking and being cheerful towards her. She had a bad feeling that Susan was going to put in extra effort of embarassing her since it was the last semester before graduation. Not having another option, Marietta begrudgingly dragged herself to class and tried to assure herself she would be fine. It was just one more semester. And then she'd never have to deal with the bully of Susan Landerbolt ever again. Susan Landerbolt was the same age as Marietta, but wasnt under the same restrictions as Marietta and thus her beauty was more obvious. Free to wear tight blouses that proudly displayed her large DD Amazon breasts, and skintight leggings that showed off her womanly curves, Susan was no doubt a looker. Her long strawberry blonde hair went down to her large ass, and was always sleek and straightened. It was her looks that left Marietta feeling jealous of her tormentor, and it was one of the myriad of reasons Susan got away with so much. Quietly sighing Marietta sat in the Little section in the front of the class, where there were small desks specifically made for Littles. Hexel was unique in the fact that it catered to its Little Students in such a manner, there were even little toilets on campus, although they were still hard to find and less common then a changing table. Having a good 30 minutes left before class Marietta began to get a leg up on the material for the day and opened her textbook. It was difficult concentrating due to Susan's hushed giggles, probably to annoy the little and set her on edge, but she managed it regardless. Soon students started filling in the empty room, shortly followed by Mrs. Kempton. The Amazon woman had a large black afro that slightly bounced everytime she moved, and was beautiful in her early 50s. As soon as she started taking attendance Marietta felt a rumbling in her stomach. It came with a piercing pain that caused her to double over and clutch her stomach. "Ms. Thorn, do you have a problem I need to know about?" She asked sternly as the rest of the students snickered. "I-" and that's when it happened. That's when the Little woman shit her pants in the front of the class. Hot sludge erupted from her behind and quickly filled her pink panties and seeped out of her light blue jeans. The rotten smell and wet sounds that quickly followed let the whole class know exactly what was happening. Disgusted by the shit pressing up against her ass due to the seat Marietta stood up, where she inexplicably started to piss her pants. Faster then Marietta could react, the giant hands of Susan Landerbolt picked the Little woman up by her armpits and was walking her towards Mrs. Kempton. "See silly girl? I told you, you should've let me put you in proper protection. At least then you would've gotten a strike rather then immediate dismissal from the university. Mrs. Kempton, dont worry I'll adopt this little stinker and get her cleaned up." Susan happily declared as she delivered a few light spanks to Mariettas messy behind. Having the disgusting mess spread further around her bottom made her start to cry. "You did this to me! I know you were behind this! I'm not a baby! Let me go!" She shouted as she tried to squirm out of the larger girls grasp. She didnt even notice Mrs. Kempton approach until she had already shoved a pink inflatable pacifier into her mouth. Quickly the shield was turned and the pacifier inflated in her mouth causing her jaw to hurt and preventing her from removing it or speaking. "Dont worry Ms. Landerbolt, I'll clean her up. And I'm sure Dean Norton would agree to sign your adoption papers, but would you hear my idea out first?" "Of course Mrs. Kempton, I cant wait to hear it!" Mrs. Kempton leans in to whisper to Susan all the while Marietta spaces out. She comes too laying on a changing mat ontop of Mrs. Kemptons desk. Her body automatically squirming in protest, shes brought back to the present by a spank to her messy behind and Mrs. Kempton ordering her to be still. "Okay students, I'm going to demonstrate how to change a Little into a fresh comfy diaper, and then I'll explain this semesters project okay?" The class answered her with laughter and calls to let them change the little baby's diaper while reaching their arms out to show their excitement. Marietta felt deafened by their laughter and blinded by all thier smiles, which once again led her to space out. Coming to once her bra is being removed and then throwing up just to space out one last time. Now the distant, dead past of Winter has ended, and Marietta is left to face the cruelty of the present, the rebirth of Spring and apparently, herself. Regaining presence of mind once again, Marietta is embarrassed to find shes now fully naked in front of her former classmates. Her legs are being held down by Susan, while her arms are being held down by Susan's boyfriend, the smartest coder at Hexel, Jason Swarton. Seeing him causes Marietta to blush deeply and scream into her pacifier gag. "Not him! Why couldnt it be anyone but him?" She wailed inside her mind. Jason was the most attractive guy at Hexel, with his short dark brown hair, deep green eyes, chiseled jaw and super tall frame, not to mention hes the smartest guy at Hexel. "Aw I think the stinky baby has a crush on you honey!" Susan said cheerfully to her boyfriend as she playfully tickles Mariettas stomach. Kicking and squealing behind her pacifier gag is all Marietta is able to do, and is met with a laugh from Jason. "Aw that's cute. Dont worry baby, I'll be in your life one day. When Susan adopts you I'll be your Daddy and you'll be my special Princess. We'll spend lots of time together like you wanted." The class laughs while Marietta is beet red and utterly humiliated. "Okay class, so first you need to clean the little baby. Warmed baby wipes are the most comfortable for them, but all I have today are regular ones." Mrs. Kempton says as she sticks a cold baby wipe across Mariettas privates. The cold invasion causes Marietta to shiver. "Now in order to get her little tush all clean it's easier if you fold her legs over her tummy. Mrs. Landerbolt, would you demonstrate for the class?" "My pleasure!" Susan chirped as she put Marietta in a position you would to clean a baby, folding her legs over her chest and exposing her messy behind to the whole class. Tears flow down Mariettas face and she screams into the pacifier as Mrs. Kempton cleans every inch of her with cold wipes. "Now before we continue, this little baby has far too much unsanitary hair, so we need to remove it. A bottle of Instant Permo Hair Removal will do the trick! Just put some in a the provided dropper and have the baby drink it. Or if they wont drink it like a good baby, you can always put it up their rear like so!" Mrs. Kempton says as she fills a dropper with a purple liquid and plunges it into Mariettas behind. The little squeals at the indignant intrusion and watches in horror as her body hair, save for that on her head, falls off in a matter of two minutes. It left a tingling sensation all over her body and she had the slight feeling that her skin felt softer. "Now just wipe up all that silly hair and you wont need to worry about it again, plus it leaves the little baby with super soft baby skin! Now the next step, baby oil. Mrs. Landerbolt, how about I hold the baby and you demonstrate this step?" "Oh thank you! I'd love to get this bonding time with my wittle girl!" Marietta looks on in horror as her bully puts a big glob of slick baby oil into her hands and then massages it into her most private of places. She never thought that she would be relieved to have baby powder put on her, but its far better then the horrible pinching of Susan's large hands. Finally, a big crawler diaper covered with little pink hearts is pulled in between Mariettas legs, and she is offically sealed into her new life as a little baby. The kind of baby that isnt allowed to grow up. Marietta is scooped into Susan's arms like a baby and finds herself being rocked by the giant girl. "Shh dont worry baby, I'll take good care of you. You're going to be my little Princess forever and ever. I've already picked out a new name for you! I know how much school spirit you had as the school's number 1 student, so I'm going to name you Lulu, after the name of the little of Hexels founder! Maybe the dean will even let you try the locking diaper antique! What do you say baby lulu?" Susan says as she takes out the pacifier gag. "Please dont do this! I know you did something to me! Please I promise to leave the school so you'll be number 1 just please let me go home!" The gag is quickly back in mariettas mouth as Susan tuts. "Naughty girl, babies dont use adult words! A a bare bottom spanking should fix that real quick." Susan says as she gleefully pulls the diaper down to her ankles and flips her onto her stomach on the changing mat. SMACK! "~One~" SMACK! SMACK! "~Two~Three~" Each spank was harder then the last and they didn't follow a set pace so Marietta had no idea how many too expect. After 15 spanks Marietta was left wailing like a baby with a bright red bottom, and the devastating truth that this was now her future. She would now be Baby Lulu Vanderbolt for the rest of her life. She'll never see her garden again, and will likely never eat 'adult food' again. Like Winter inevitably loses to Spring, so does a Little seemingly unavoidably lose to an Amazon. All because she hadn't worn a Pull Up. All because she had wanted to feel happy while she walked around campus. Because she had felt safe, and dared to act accordingly. Thank you so much! I cant wait for you to read chapter 2! Thank you! Sorry for the long wait ? This means so much too me! Thank you so much and sorry for the late reply! ❤

This is an amazing story and i cant wait to see what happens next. I hope we get some more humiliation for Sara, maybe he'll start dressing her up or she'll have her gag removed and have to do baby talk? Kelsey is so observant and smart I wonder what kind of plan she'll come up with and how she'll manage to communicate it to brook.

Authors note This just a story that came to me this morning. It takes place in PrincessPottyPants's Diaper Dimension setting. All characters are in their 20's or older. It's probably just going to be a short story, I don't have any plans for it and I can't promise that I'll be inspired to write more. But I hope you enjoy it and I appreciate any critiques and responses. Fair warning, my writing is pretty rusty so there's bound to be some mistakes (especially if I don't go over it before posting). Also I have anxiety so I'll do my best to respond, just know I tend to be awkward ?. Prelude Marietta shut her eyes and wished she could cover her ears. The sharp laughter was deafening and pierced her deeply. How had she gotten here you ask? She had thought she was safe. Not only had she thought she was safe but she believed it and acted accordingly. One of the biggest mistakes a Little could make, and she had done it so confidently. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day in little bursts she couldn't control. Not being in control is something she will have to get used to, because she will never know it's freedom again. Chapter 1: Winter's Lament The morning had started off better then it had for a while. Spring was finally starting to show itself. Winter was still clutching on to the weather, not quite ready to go into hibernation. But, Winter's time was coming to an end regardless of it's desperate attempts to live on. This duel of the seasons left the mornings chilly and the afternoons warm, the perfect amounts of cold and hot. Marietta had come to hate Winter and it's bitter cold that left her miserable and desperate for warmth. So, while she didn't care for the rainy and allergy ridden Spring, she was ready to embrace it like a long lost friend. Marietta yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as the shrill sound of her alarm clock dutifully made sure she was awake. "Hey Hewie, stop alarm." She told her AI Assistant as she got out of bed and stretched. "Okay, stopping the alarm." The little pink cube on her desk responded. Looking out her open window she felt an inner peace, today would be a good day she decided. Or at least far better then yesterday had been. The warmer weather seemed to chase away her negative thoughts and depressed mood. She knew it was only temporary, but it was still refreshing to have them at bay for now. "Hey Hewie, what's the weather today?" She asked while brushing her long curly black hair. "Right now the weather in Poptonia is 56 degrees, but it feels like 53 due to wind chill. The low for the day is 56 while the high is 73. There's a low chance of rain today." The promise of good weather brought a smile to the little woman's face. Today would be a good day to revitalize her garden. While it had snowed very sparsely this Winter, she had neglected to take any steps to protect her garden during the cold months. This meant she would have to put in extra effort to get it up and ready as quick as possible. Gardening was much more than a hobby for the little greenhorn, it was her lifeblood. Grocery stores are notorious for being a dangerous place for littles, especially if they go alone. Her garden helped her get all the fresh vegetables, fruit, and herbs that she would need for the year. Everything else she ordered online, but fresh food was something you couldn't trust to an online delivery service. If an Amazon or Tweener delivery driver found out they were delivering to a Little, they could tamper with the food and the Little would be none the wiser. That is, until they ended up having a massive 'accident' from the laxative that was injected into the food. Of course it would only be a few moments before the delivery driver, or someone sent on their behest, came to 'help' the poor Little. Helping them out of their soiled underwear and right into a nice thick diaper. Marietta shook her head to stop herself from ruminating on the unfairness and dangers of the life she lived. She was determined to use the nice weather as a springboard for positive thinking and a happier mood. Spring was for the right and now, it was for admiring the roses and enjoying life. Winter was for the past, nursing old pricks, and surviving. To cement her determination to a brighter day, she decided to wear some brighter colors then usual. The jeans she slid up over her bright pink panties were a nice deep blue. They would've looked better if they hugged her curves and showed off her long legs, but she couldn't take that risk. With them being baggy no one could tell what she was wearing underneath. She knew it was safer, and smarter, to wear a Pull-Up, but she couldn't bring herself to do it today. That would certainly tank her mood, and it would be a constant reminder of her place in this cruel world. Which, she was certain, was the whole point of the Amazons wanting her to wear them. To an Amazon a 'mature' Little didn't need diapers, and while their undergarments weren't policed like those of 'immature' Littles, a Pull-Up was a true sign of a Little's 'maturity'. Without one she was making herself vulnerable to Pull-Up Preachers and accusations surrendering her maturity. If the price of being happy for the day is a few minutes of being uncomfortable, that's a price she's willing to pay. In theory the baggy jeans are supposed to protect her from such experiences, but in practice Amazons were free to 'check' her if they wanted to. Even though there weren't any laws, or rules at her college, that demanded she wear protection, her Amazon teachers were still allowed to feel her up and openly embarrass her. After all, it would be their classroom she would 'ruin' or interrupt if she had an 'accident' due to not being properly 'protected'. And of course, 'Amazons Know Best', meaning they're always right and can get away with practically anything. After spending a few minutes perusing her closet, Marietta finally finds a suitable top. She slides the deep red blouse over her lacey pink bra. The short sleeved blouse was loose enough that it doesn't show off her breasts, and 'mature' enough that you can tell she's an adult. If she wore something that hugged her curves or showed off her breasts it would only be used against her by an Amazon hoping to adopt her. They would say she was trying so hard to look like an adult that she didn't care how 'risque' she looked. The cherry on top would be a comment along the lines of how she doesn't have very much to display anyway. She finishes off her look with a dark green cardigan, black sneakers, silver stud earrings, and a simple silver sun necklace. If she wears colors that are too bright it will invite an Amazon to imagine her in colorful baby clothes. If she wears too much jewelry, or if it's too loud in color or design, it would bring comments of how she's trying to hard or how cute she is. The life of a Little is one of meticulous planning and preparing. Grabbing her bookbag and a premade breakfast shake, Marietta steps out of the safety of her home, prepared for the beauty and potential dangers of the day. A hard slap on her bottom drags her back to the present, where she should be. After all, Winter is for the past, and despite all the mourning, Spring is here and it's time for the here and now. An involuntary whimper escapes from the little woman, drawing more of the deafening laughter. Opening her eyes Marietta's attention is greeted by hungry eyes and toothy grins. Awaiting her are dozens of grasping and wandering hands as their owners are desperate to take part in her torment. "Stop squirming!" The booming voice shouted at her. She couldn't think of who the voice belongs to, but she was sure it sounded familiar. In fact, she can't think of anything. Time feels excruciatingly slow and everything has a blur to it, not a single thought bubbles to the surface of her mind. A numbness seeps through her entire body, and her head feels weightless. Staring into the distance, Marietta is once again swept up into her memories, and away from the nightmare that is the here and now. *authors note* Okay so I'll definitely write another chapter because I have more ideas for this. Also while I do love a good cliffhanger, I hate unresolved ones and unanswered questions. But i have no idea when I'll write/post more, so I'll see you when I see you! ❤️ I don't have any experience posting in online forms/rooms like this so any advice relating to format and suggested tags would be appreciated as well!

Really nice story, it started to feel familiar near the end and I realized they're in the same Adoption Center line as Clark and Janet in Unfair! I love that kind of interwoven world building and it makes me wonder if i missed similar things in your other works.

Author's Note Hi this is my first story and I would appreciate your thoughts and any criticisms you might have! I'm going to start off slow so this first bit will be about world building and introductions. Later parts are sure to have the content you're looking for, so bear with me ?. I'm not sure how frequent I'll update this but I'll try my best to at least update once a week. I don't know what kind of content warnings are typical for stories like this. There will definitely be diapers and punishments but nothing explicitly sexual (like sex toys or mention of genitals). My writing is a bit rusty, but I'm sure the more I update this the more I'll shake it off. Also I'm not sure what tags to use, so if anyone has any recommendations I'd appreciate it! Well I think that's all I have to say for now. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Part 1: Welcome to Nikos Emily hid in the shadows of the alley she had dashed into as the guards ran past. Smirking at having successfully carried out another job, she stayed close to the walls as she crept down the dark streets back towards her hideout. Emily Silverton hadn't asked for the life she had been given, but she didn't exactly regret it either. The world was harsh and cruel, only the strong survived. So she did what she had to in order to survive, even if it meant other people got hurt. The life of a rouge was lonely, and dangerous, but the rewards were well worth it. Sure she had to live a life steeped in secrecy and danger, but she was free. True freedom wasn't easy to come by, at least not when you lived in the royal capital. Strict laws and heavy patrolling by the guards created a heavy atmosphere for the residents of Nikos, well the poor ones anyway. The guards always seemed to be looking for the slightest infraction so they could carry out what they saw as 'justice' to some poor person, simply because there was nothing else for them to do. Obviously Emily was proof that there were still criminals in the royal capital, so there was a justifiable reason for the presence of the guards, it was just that they were too good at what they did. Every time a crime took place the criminals were in and out in minutes, the trail long gone by the time the guards arrived. This drove the higher ranking members of society absolutely nuts. Emily chuckled at the thought of the Captain of the Guards face going red with rage when his grunts told him how another rouge had managed to out maneuver them once again. He was a particularly nasty old man who seemed to have a heart of stone, carrying out the letter of the law no matter the circumstances. Emily had even heard of him throwing a child in the dungeon for forgetting to pay for an apple from a fruit stall. Of course it was probably just some myth, but Emily knew that there was always a grain of truth in myths and other tall tales. Pissing off cold-hearted bastards like the Captain was one of the benefits of her career, and one of things that made her love it so much. Checking to ensure she wasn't being followed or watched, Emily quickly made her way to the Sleeping Ogre. Opening the door Emily found the tavern to be empty as usual, save for the usual faces of her compatriots. The Sleeping Ogre was actually just a front for Emily and her crew. While they don't actually work on any jobs together, or particularly trust each other, they do share this little hideout. Living a life of crime in the royal capital was not an easy life, and the only way to live a long life this way was if you were careful. This motely crew had all had their fair share of close calls with the guards, and decided it would be better to band together. This way they could all sleep a little easier knowing they had someone keeping an eye out while they slept. "And what can I get for you young lady?" Erik asked as Emily sat down at the bar. Erik was the face for their hideout, he worked behind the bar and kept the place looking good. He was a bit taller then an average man and had shoulder length black hair and green eyes. His skin was dark brown and he always had a casual demeanor about him, and was a very good actor. "Oh whatever you recommend good sir." Emily answered with a laugh. They always liked to play this little act whenever completing a job, just incase there were some guards poking around. Erik chuckled as he set about getting some ale for her. "You seem chipper." Boomed Groog from his table near the door. Groog was the strongest of the group, he played the role of security for the Sleeping Ogre and was the watchdog for the group. He was practically the exact opposite of Erik in everyway. Pale skin, blue eyes, short sandy hair, and a stout but muscular build. The two were an odd pair and tended to be enough to scare the townsfolk away from the establishment. "What can I say? Life is good." Emily responded as she took a swig of her drink. A loud yawn from one of the booths pierced the silence of the room as Pete 'woke up'. "Well I'd say naptimes over wouldn't you?" Pete said as he got up and stretched. This was his code phrase for 'the coast is clear' and the rest of the group relaxed into dropping their facades for the evening. Pete was the oldest of the group and he played the part of grouchy old drunk. He pretended to nap in the booth and would pretend to be an angry drunk old man in order to chase people out. The Sleeping Ogre was actually named by the locals because of Pete and the group decided to stick with the name. Within their group of criminals he was the resident forger, so he did most of his work at the tavern. He had a bald head, a silver beard, and a fitter then typical build for someone his age. "So how'd the job go?" Erik asked as he rested his chin in his hands and leaned on the bar. "Everything went off without a hitch, as usual. The client will be pleased." Emily responded as she drank more ale. Erik jokingly pouted at her lack of details, since it's what he expected and finished cleaning the bar for the night. Emily never shared anything that wasn't absolutely necessary with the group, to prevent two things. One was to prevent getting to close to them, she didn't like having bonds with other people in this line of work since they tended to live short lives. The other reason was to prevent any future backstabbing, Emily knew that no one here would ever betray each other intentionally, but she couldn't risk them slipping up or being coerced into giving information to the wrong people. "Hopefully the client pays soon, we're low on ale." Groog said as he finished his mug. The client was just their code word for the Night Stalkers, who are the leaders of Nikos's criminal underworld. They are the reason that criminals are able to thrive in the royal capital, no one knows their real identities, or where they're located. The Night Stalkers manage crime in the city, when a crime occurs they're there before the guards and typically recruit the criminal and help hide the evidence of their crime. There's a few rare occasions where they have been rumored to actually turn criminals in, and that's only for truly heinous crimes. They deal out jobs to experienced criminals like Emily and her crew and take a cut for themselves, while allowing one time thieves and smaller criminals to get away while demanding a cut or favor in return. It's a complicated system that no one outside of the Night Stalkers fully understands, but the intricacies didn't matter to Emily as long as she got paid and stayed out of the dungeons. "Well maybe we wouldn't be so low if you didn't drink it all up! I swear you drink it like you need it to live!" Pete responded as he drank his own mug. "Who wouldn't need ale to survive dealing with you all day long?" Groog responded as he sat back in his seat, knowing exactly how Pete would respond. "Oh what a comedian you are! We'll see if you're still laughing when I whoop you at poker again! Come on big guy lets go!" Pete huffed as he sat down in front of Groog with a deck of cards. "Humph how about we settle this with a game of strength for once? Are you afraid that I'd break your arm like a twig in an arm wrestling match old man?" Groog said as he watched Pete shuffle the cards. Emily stopped paying attention to the normal bickering of those two as she said goodnight to Erik. She had to go to her room and package the stolen goods she had nabbed tonight so she could send it to the Night Stalkers. She didn't know who had made the contract with them to steal the stuff, and she didn't care, as long as she got rid of it as soon as possible and got paid for it. Her room was in the basement of the tavern, hidden behind the storage crates they kept there. She preferred the seclusion of the basement, and it allowed for her to work on a secret exit for herself in case things went south. Closing the door behind her Emily pulled out the jewelry she had been tasked with stealing. While undoubtfully beautiful, the set was also the strangest she had ever seen. The necklace was a simple gold chain, but the clasp on the back was a small padlock. Once it was adjusted and put around someone's neck it could only be removed with the key. Hanging on the necklace was a giant ruby, she thought it was supposed to look like a heart but it had two holes, one on each side. She couldn't tell if it was intentional or just unfinished. Either way it didn't matter to her, finished or not she would still get paid. The earrings were also gold with strange locking mechanisms on the backs. They were shaped like baby bottles with little heart-shaped rubies in the center of them. "Man nobles sure are weird." Emily mumbled to herself as she shook her head. She wrapped the jewelry in some parchment and placed it in a little box that she then tied shut with some twine. Tomorrow she'd meet the carrier and she'd never see the strange jewelry again.

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