1. Caravagio

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    Blue sipped at his tea, standing as he did, about a head and some shorter than Brighid. Nod. "Sensible, as well as collected," made a sound almost like approval. "Suppose this all could have ended up much worse than its turned out." he grumbled. Let the cup down unto its little saucer, and moved...
  2. Caravagio

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    Blue raised the white brows above his storm blue eyes, set there behind his fine silver rimmed spectacles. "Exactly that," Gio grinned something sharpish. "Catch on quick," his voice carried with a lilt. "You have the case then?" Blue went on, standing by the tea kettle. Gio pawed at one...
  3. Caravagio

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    A tart laugh fell from Gio's muzzle like a sneeze. "No, suppose it won't," he admitted. Hands still on Penelope's handles. "But I sure as a crow's talon am not leaving it here," he flicked his head toward the still bleeding Randal. The bloodied man wheezed a wet laugh. "He'll throw you out for...
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    From the rushes and brambles the felonin did spring. Clawed digits found purchase along soft parts. Beneath the throat. Under the neck. Pinpoint tips dug in about throat as long dagger's blade sank up through the armpit. Jammed into bone. Could feel all the air rush out of Randal, cold. His...
  5. Caravagio

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    "No, can't imagine they do," he muttered in reply. A step already between them as he grabbed Penelope's handles, and started to walk the damaged craft down the path. No mind for the crunch of its wooden wheel against the littered earth, or the blood slowly oozed from where his leathers and fur...
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    Storm song turned to worried pleas on the wind. Cries for nos, and not the eyes, be gones and backs arced across the ill gathered stormclouds that went on unfulfilling above them like wicked blankets. Dark fabrics above turned bare as the monowheel spun up with its dirt munching turn. Tearing...
  7. Caravagio

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    Randal winced, howled. Pulled the knife out of his rump and let it fall to the floor with a clatter. Blood spattered and speckled about. A bird still swept at him. Flapping its wings as its little feet clawed and scratched. He growled and swat at it. Limped toward the door. Cidiro, whose arms...
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    Randal's face twisted with the cruel delight of a man that got a laugh out of kicking dogs that come begging for scraps. "Pull steel on me, will you, lass?" he drew his own blade, a long and well honed cutlass. "Don't go thinking I'll-" a face full of feathers and talons...
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    One by one, the darting bodies of ebon greens and duskborn purples spread their wings just the more. Tilt their feathers to the dive and turn. Skip hopped onto the bar. Onto the stools. Onto the packs and one little runtling even hoppedin onto Brighid's shoulder with a hiphip of its clutching...
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    Clack and clatter went the beaks. Each peck and scratch that much closer to bring the glass to shatter. Gio's eyes went wide. His hairs on end. Tail straight as a bolt fingers already grabbing the straps to his carrier bag. "What in the blue moons," Thrast asked as his eyes went to the...
  11. Caravagio

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    "...Useful little thing." His brow raised, all the more curious. "Certainly so," not that he had much use for such a gadget. But oh, how it shined, and how she moved it. Made it seem almost alive as she kept on going. "...It's more like collecting..." Gio gave a singular nod, eyes bright as...
  12. Caravagio

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    A cocked brow at the scribble and scratch of something that looked... bright. His eyes wide as they followed the twift and twirl of the object she manipulated so deftly. Saw the little markations of song, and the sprawl of vines bouncing there beneath the spill of its trail. "What is that?" he...
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    "I don't know why you always have to go and try to get your nose wet in every pretty little thing that comes across our path, Randal," Cidiro said, all dark glower beneath the dark shadow of his grey hood. "It is neither inconspicuous, nor professional," each word the deft swipe of a ritual...
  14. Caravagio

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    Old Chance sniffed at the cheese. Nose boop booping up and down with each breathy snoof that set his pear shaped head to bob, and his floppy ears to dangle. Took a bite out of the offering. Then another that near horked it down. "Seems the old dog's taken a liking to you," the orkin said, all...
  15. Caravagio

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    The bearded Randal blinked. All the gruff and tough seemingly slapped out of him by the old woman's shout. "Ghanga's Gash," he said beneath his breath. Head set to shake as he went on muttering. "Boy?" he ran his calloused fingers through his beard. "Haven't been called boy in years," Cast a...
  16. Caravagio

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    And the man glanced back at her. Eyes narrowed and suspicious with their ice cold blue. Black hair stringy down the sides of his face. Skin pale. Face hairless, and much of the dark strands atop his crown thinned to the point of shine. Something like ritualistic scarring was etched across the...
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    The crate creaked open at the hinges. Made furlined ears twitch. Narrow slit eyes dilated as they zeroed onto the contents revealed. Followed the gleam of light that played across sinewy lines and bone curves made of bright metals. So fine they seemed to sing against the stir of air. "There...
  18. Caravagio

    Getaway, Caravagio

    "You can't get away forever, Gio..."
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