1. Bartels

    Open The Crossing

    "All's well that floats well!" Bartels said, slapping webbed hand on the boat as it passed on. "Cheers Bartels!" "You aint going anytime soon, are you Bartels? I actually get out there way quicker with you checking on us!" "Yeah you should stick around, you make things go real smooth around...
  2. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    Immediate the response, given cordially, yet preluded with a sigh. As if it might release the weight of the day. "Better tidings indeed," Bartels did say, clasping hand, shaking as warriors do. Bartels made an motion with his leg, three drums of his left foot against the floor. "If nothing...
  3. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    Bartels gave no sign of faith that the final words spoken by Azurul were true. No query. No tremor of concern, no half step of sympathy or half committed catering to manners. All was in alignment with how Bartels wished Azurul to make peace at his future gaze that would look upon the memory of...
  4. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    Bartels did ponder, thinking on it. This was a classroom dilemma. The rain sounded like mocking applause for this dilemma so waded into. He decided he would not add to it with imitation of his lecturer, balancing weights on scales. The voice of consequence was already very present in the...
  5. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    The rain continued to fall, giving no indulgence to jubilance or grief. Steady falling on the forever still, the deeply sleeping, the victors with their prize, their life in lieu of Crackle's. What thanks given did slide off Bartel's hide as if it were the rain did land and slip. Stillness...
  6. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    Defeat was a distant concept to the Crackle, akin to darkness in it's presence. Sparks that guided the way always, confidence in every paw placed with gleaming strike. Yet to see the animalkin that did flare it's own fur and bring to bear the fashions of steel it could never grip, some derisions...
  7. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    Charging forth, springing step, blade sheathed, slumber awaiting Mother from lethal blade sequestered. Should he survive to make the strike. If he could close the distance. The crackle cat drew itself up proud, eyes widening to draw in power to the claws. Affixed to the one who raced to meet...
  8. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    Eyes softened in sympathy, then steeled in resolve as the seriousness of the detail of past miseries endured and present conditions revealed. More the former given respect in his expression. "No apology needed friend," his voice emerging for the first time, soothing what fears there were to...
  9. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    It seemed as if Bartels was in a stupor of some sort, his eyes seeming dull and glazed and unfocused on anything at all. All except the odd flex of the fingers on breastplate, slow and soothing. The words on the ground seen yet unregistered with any hint of focus. A blink did break upon him...
  10. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    If there was something a frohoggin was sensitive to, it was the submerged giving what clues there were to find in the ripples of the water. Even with the rain performing their snare drum rolls upon the surface of the water, the ear that did hint invitation was noticed. Bartels paused for a faint...
  11. Bartels

    Private The Crackle Cat

    It prowls in the rain, a rain that is relentless these last few days. The torrent of rain seems to be driven by the need to make all percussive and pressured. The canopy seems to have no power to spare anything from being drenched. Thunders do roil, the chokehold of tree trunks do catch that...
  12. Bartels

    Open Can you hear the bones?

    "Missing brother is all I need hear to attend what must be found," Bartels did say, and did place hand upon chin, wide of palm and wide of chin. "And come to think of it, some gambling debts of some unfortunates I have encountered might be mollified, forgiven indeed, by virtue of taking...
  13. Bartels

    Open Can you hear the bones?

    Eyes upon the noodle broth that did arrive with perfunctory gesture and quick step service moving forward, ears attentive the ripples of conversation that did patter about. Talk of trouble, then of tasks to perform, talk of venturers, professors and artefacts. Pleasing that this talk of trouble...
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  15. Bartels

    Open Can you hear the bones?

    “How long do you think he can last in there? You're mad for letting him into the guts of the thing! It's all kinds of delicate stuff in there! This isn't protocol. Not at all.” A shake of the head of someone who clearly knew anything about frohoggin as they both peered at the maintenance...
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