OOC Thread and Application The streets of Secunzo were not pretty by any means. One may describe it as refuge of sin and corruption, but at least it was honest about it. The higher districts of Minutcia and Huorezia were just as sinful and corrupted if not more. They just have a better way of covering it up. The sounds of machinery interlocking and turning were heard throughout each districts. It was certainly loud, but the denizens of Vinceza had long gotten used to each whirring sounds of gears and the occasional clack of jamming clockworks. Vinceza was no doubt a city of constant movement. But within these walls and clockwork mechanisms, many eyes watched. They were the eyes of the Watch Duke spread throughout the cities like shadows. They were the High Hands, hidden agents of the Duke. One of these men stalked from above. This particular Hand had eyes on a certain person. A man with indistinguishable features walked casually among the beggars and workmen. The Hand knew of this one and knew he was an enemy of the Duke. Optical lenses flipped over it's eyes and he observed closer. The man below had gray eyes which weren't that uncommon in Vinceza. The Hand felt like gouging them out and ending this mess but it had orders to only watch. There seemed to be a flicker of a grin and the man disappeared around a corner of a building. The Hand immediately clicked off his optical lenses and began running along the rooftops towards the man's position. There were small sounds of gears turning and ticking from the Hand's body. It had finally reached a buildings ledge where he assumed the man would be seen below. The Hand crouched over and peeked towards the ground. There was nothing. Not a single soul was below him. It was confused, and then a loud metal wrenching noise came from within him. It looked down and saw a clockwork sword jutting out of it's chest. The Hand turned around and saw a two gray eyes and a wide smiling face. "Lovely day isn't it. Weathers a bit on the cold side, but I expect you don't even feel enough to care." The man wrenched his sword out of the Hand's chest. It fell on the ground and began to bleed. Small springs and complex clockwork mechanisms were exposed to the world. "I never get tired of prying one of you open. Each one is so intricately made and all entirely unique. But I can tell you were new and quite sloppily made." The man looked closely into the exposed surface. "I do say you had only a week at most, the way you were built. The Duke must need a lot of throwaways for grunt work. I don't blame him. It is truly wasteful to send something worthwhile and finding it broken. Anyway, I got to be going. Important business and all." The man beheaded the hand with a single flourish and stomped the head until only heap of blood and metal remained. His clockwork sword folded into a smaller form and he hid it in his coat. He hopped off the roof and headed towards a building with a red spring sticking out above the door. There was a clock on a door. He set it to 3:17 and turned the minute hand twice until it reached 3:28. Movement shifted behind the door and it opened. The Clockwork Thief went inside the darkness and was still grinning. "Oh, there's so much work to be done. The fucking Duke won't know what hit him."