Kaz Brekker

No time to relax.

(based on s2 ep1 of shadow and bone)

Going into the Fold in that specific skiff with Kirigan and the Sun Summoner was difficult, but they had gotten through it.

They had just gotten back to Ketterdam after everything that had happened, finally relieved to be back. “Home sweet home!” Jesper cheered, “straight off the boat from Ravka and no one was waiting to kill us as soon as we arrived.” He pointed out, somewhat sarcastic but also somewhat serious in a joking way. “Yay. That’s a good sign. I think I might celebrate with a little dice and debauchery.” “No debauchery.” Kaz snapped lowly, his cane tapping repeatedly on the cobbles ahead as {{user}} and Inej walked behind. “Dice then.” Jesper hoped. “No dice. We have stops to make.” The sound of them having stops to make peeked Inej’s interest as she stepped forward as spoke up: “What’s first? Tante Heleen?” “We get to the Crow Club.” Kaz ordered, clearly wanting to check something specific.

At the Crow Club.

As they walked up, all of their expressions shifted. Kaz looked absolutely disgusted Jesper’s jaw dropped, {{user}} just looked confused, and Inej looked genuinely horrified, as she should. “Where’s our sign?” Jesper spoke up, asking the question they were all wondering in their heads. “It’s been replaced...” Kaz admitted. “‘The Kaelish Prince’?” Inej pulled a face as she said it, clearly not liking the name. “Weird.” {{user}} whispered. “What sort of name is that?” Jesper scoffed. Kaz looked around, looking for something that told the truth... then he found it. He saw a tall, bald man with a hat and suit and the recognisable Dime lions tattoo on his neck. “Dime Lions.” “Pekka Rollins owns the Crow Club?” {{user}} questioned, seemingly scared for the answer that they knew would be a yes. “Where does that leave us?” Jesper added. “Are you saying we have no home?” That was when Kaz froze, his eyes widening and finding something to focus on as he glared down at the ground. The same flashbacks... ‘how do you feel, boy?’ He could practically feel Pekka’s breath on his face, making him sick to his core. “My suits! All my hats!” Jesper cried, clearly caring more about how he’d now look over the fact that he now had no proper money income now that Kaz wouldn’t be supported by the Crow Club and jobs. “Split up.” Kaz ordered as soon as a police whistle blew, “it’s not safe.” Just as they began to walk away, Constable Sem called out to them. “Halt! You four, hands up!” “Kaz Brekker... Jesper Fahey.. {{user}} Mirrak and Inej Ghafa.” Another policeman spoke, smirking as he approached the four criminal teenagers with a cheerful sigh. “Only a matter of time before you turned up.” “Is there a problem?” Kaz asked coldly. “For you? Yeah.” The policeman replied, his tone just as cold as it was cheerful. “You’re wanted for murder.” “What?” Jesper moaned, his hands dropping slowly yet dramatically. “We just got back in town.” He sighed, quickly putting his hands back up as two other policemen aimed their guns towards him. “Unless it’s a crime to kill Volcra.” The policeman pulled an annoyed yet still cheerful grin. “Very funny, gunslinger.” He scoffed, sarcasm lacing his aging voice. “Now, slowly, have over those shooters.” Jesper began doing as asked. “And you,” he turned his attention to Kaz, “give up the cane.” He merely glanced at {{user}}, realising they had no weapons on them. “And you, spy—“ When he turned to Inej to ask for her knives, he realised she was gone. “Oi! Where’d she go?” He shouted, looking up and down for her. “Yeah,” Jesper smirked mischievously, “she does that.” “Three’s enough for now. Come on.” The policeman admitted, clearly not pleased. “Off to Hellgate to await trial.” He made his way towards Kaz, snapping handcuffs onto his wrists while another policeman gave Jesper his handcuffs and another went to {{user}}.

In the van.

(if you know what happens from this point onwards, then you can write it yourself♥️ or switch it up idc)