Rambling Ram!

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

"Then the die is cast." Tenor got off the safe and clenched the open door with his claw. "I'll await your response."

He dragged it back, the needling sounds of the room deafening. He stopped a bit short of where it originally laid and drew back. The door hinge bent oddly, the sides marked with the falcon's talons.

"Zephyr." He looked back at his lackey... no girls around... "Do not come back empty-handed."

“Kitty” He whispered as quiet as he could, “Big monkey in room below.”

"Chara-!" Bree pulled the ram down in time as everyone stormed in. The two cowered by broken tables as the floor shook. So many- too many!!!

Her thoughts got put aside as Chara pulled her to their chest. The two were laying as low as possible. Anything that the mobsters used to push themselves forward, Chara gladly used to fall back. They were almost out. Almost.

Tenor cursed, shaking his head, he already was out the back door as Zephyr could only block the door as it slammed shut and pointed it upwards. Not as Sabrina and Dmitri.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

"Then the die is cast." Tenor got off the safe and clenched the open door with his claw. "I'll await your response."

He dragged it back, the needling sounds of the room deafening. He stopped a bit short of where it originally laid and drew back. The door hinge bent oddly, the sides marked with the falcon's talons.

"Zephyr." He looked back at his lackey... no girls around... "Do not come back empty-handed."

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

Dimitri mentioned this storage unit months prior, in Italy. He was actually going to unload its content a while back. Unfortunately, it was around the time Don Octavio’s mob was patrolling the city of Venice and when Dimitri was caught by INTERPOL. Possibly because of property trespassing or disobeying the “NO SMOKING’ rule... Who knows?

Although he attempted to try again a week after the events at Dagger Island, her boss had to abandon it again when the unit was overrun by another organization, the mafia.

A claw ripped Breanna off her feet, the poor girl yelped in fear. Even with her hands slapped tight on her beak, the sudden sobs from Bree's mouth were poorly contained.

"BREE!" Chara shot from her spot, as is this fucker would take off with her baby sister! But as her hooves reached out- a revolver was pressed into her side.

Zephr hadn't pulled the trigger. Oooh, but the sheer weight of the air made her wish he did.

"Now now, be glad my dear," Tenor used a talon to gently trace Bree's cheek. "No harm is coming to you or your friends! As long as Lousteau gives us our long due." The falcon cooed, in a sickeningly sweet whisper.

He simply let his wings spread and point to the office space above the dance floor. Appe watched his partner, his own voice filled the air with a viscous ooze. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up. Starting with your plans of getting to the unit."

How dare he, how fucking dare he- Zephr took a breath and nudge his pistol in Chara's waist. The ram took it as a sign to move, fast.

As Tenor enjoyed his grip on Bree, he easily bridged the gap between the ground and staircase reaching up to Dmitri's old vantage point over the decrepit discotheque. He concluded that he'd been kind enough to let Bree down, enough for her to get her feet planted before he swatted her shell with a brisk wing.

Zephyr and Chara bristled at that. Not easy to hide the raised impatience of the falcon, Zephr tried to hide his worried gaze with clamping his eyes shut. He knew where they were going.

"... This place, it's actually pretty big." Chara mustered small talk. "Why not sell it and give you guys the money from it?"

“You gone cuckoo, Cat?!” he clamored in a hushed tone, “That place’s got some bad vibes parading the perimeter. And your main man, Dimitri, is broke! How-?!”

“Just keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking.” Sabrina replied calmly, “You’re not the only one with friends in high places.”

A raised eyebrow contoured on the iguana’s face.

What is this cat planning this time?

Zephyr made his way to them, but he made a considerable gap between the three of them. As if he was allowing then that opportunity.

Tenor looked for his own seat, a certain blue hunk of useless metal left from way back when. It didn't take the large falcon to lean the empty safe forward one time. Two time. Three, to perch on his seat and begin.

Zephyr watched as the trio talked, and looked at Chara and Bree. He waved his free hand to them.

The iguana’s eyes shot wide open. Kitty NEVER mentioned anything about being involved with the mafia! Then again, she’s always been hush-hush of her past. Not even Cooper or her skunky lover knew much about her origins...

“My job is simple”, The panther continued, “I’ll have a little talk with their leader. See if I can strike a deal with him on entering his territory for only a couple of hours. Once I gain his favor, the counterfeits’ all yours. So long as you and your little friends play nice though...”

The feline hovered over the hawk. A blackened silhouette with the eyes of a demonic figure staring back into his soul.

The click of the door wasn't enough to get anyone's attention, but the click felt like Zephyr fired off all 6 of his bullets. But nothing changed, no one was staring them down. Zephyr let the door silently glide open, and Chara fixed her hold on Bree before walking out.

"... I see." Tenor gleefully tapped the safe with his talons. "Ms., you have mine and my associate's gratitude in this dire hour of need. For without you, I fear our poor poor man Lousteau would be without any solution to regain our much-needed funds." He held out a claw, the nails gleaming with delight.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

Dimitri mentioned this storage unit months prior, in Italy. He was actually going to unload its content a while back. Unfortunately, it was around the time Don Octavio’s mob was patrolling the city of Venice and when Dimitri was caught by INTERPOL. Possibly because of property trespassing or disobeying the “NO SMOKING’ rule... Who knows?

Although he attempted to try again a week after the events at Dagger Island, her boss had to abandon it again when the unit was overrun by another organization, the mafia.

A claw ripped Breanna off her feet, the poor girl yelped in fear. Even with her hands slapped tight on her beak, the sudden sobs from Bree's mouth were poorly contained.

"BREE!" Chara shot from her spot, as is this fucker would take off with her baby sister! But as her hooves reached out- a revolver was pressed into her side.

Zephr hadn't pulled the trigger. Oooh, but the sheer weight of the air made her wish he did.

"Now now, be glad my dear," Tenor used a talon to gently trace Bree's cheek. "No harm is coming to you or your friends! As long as Lousteau gives us our long due." The falcon cooed, in a sickeningly sweet whisper.

He simply let his wings spread and point to the office space above the dance floor. Appe watched his partner, his own voice filled the air with a viscous ooze. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up. Starting with your plans of getting to the unit."

How dare he, how fucking dare he- Zephr took a breath and nudge his pistol in Chara's waist. The ram took it as a sign to move, fast.

As Tenor enjoyed his grip on Bree, he easily bridged the gap between the ground and staircase reaching up to Dmitri's old vantage point over the decrepit discotheque. He concluded that he'd been kind enough to let Bree down, enough for her to get her feet planted before he swatted her shell with a brisk wing.

Zephyr and Chara bristled at that. Not easy to hide the raised impatience of the falcon, Zephr tried to hide his worried gaze with clamping his eyes shut. He knew where they were going.

"... This place, it's actually pretty big." Chara mustered small talk. "Why not sell it and give you guys the money from it?"

“You gone cuckoo, Cat?!” he clamored in a hushed tone, “That place’s got some bad vibes parading the perimeter. And your main man, Dimitri, is broke! How-?!”

“Just keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking.” Sabrina replied calmly, “You’re not the only one with friends in high places.”

A raised eyebrow contoured on the iguana’s face.

What is this cat planning this time?

Zephyr made his way to them, but he made a considerable gap between the three of them. As if he was allowing then that opportunity.

Tenor looked for his own seat, a certain blue hunk of useless metal left from way back when. It didn't take the large falcon to lean the empty safe forward one time. Two time. Three, to perch on his seat and begin.

Zephyr watched as the trio talked, and looked at Chara and Bree. He waved his free hand to them.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

Dimitri mentioned this storage unit months prior, in Italy. He was actually going to unload its content a while back. Unfortunately, it was around the time Don Octavio’s mob was patrolling the city of Venice and when Dimitri was caught by INTERPOL. Possibly because of property trespassing or disobeying the “NO SMOKING’ rule... Who knows?

Although he attempted to try again a week after the events at Dagger Island, her boss had to abandon it again when the unit was overrun by another organization, the mafia.

A claw ripped Breanna off her feet, the poor girl yelped in fear. Even with her hands slapped tight on her beak, the sudden sobs from Bree's mouth were poorly contained.

"BREE!" Chara shot from her spot, as is this fucker would take off with her baby sister! But as her hooves reached out- a revolver was pressed into her side.

Zephr hadn't pulled the trigger. Oooh, but the sheer weight of the air made her wish he did.

"Now now, be glad my dear," Tenor used a talon to gently trace Bree's cheek. "No harm is coming to you or your friends! As long as Lousteau gives us our long due." The falcon cooed, in a sickeningly sweet whisper.

He simply let his wings spread and point to the office space above the dance floor. Appe watched his partner, his own voice filled the air with a viscous ooze. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up. Starting with your plans of getting to the unit."

How dare he, how fucking dare he- Zephr took a breath and nudge his pistol in Chara's waist. The ram took it as a sign to move, fast.

As Tenor enjoyed his grip on Bree, he easily bridged the gap between the ground and staircase reaching up to Dmitri's old vantage point over the decrepit discotheque. He concluded that he'd been kind enough to let Bree down, enough for her to get her feet planted before he swatted her shell with a brisk wing.

Zephyr and Chara bristled at that. Not easy to hide the raised impatience of the falcon, Zephr tried to hide his worried gaze with clamping his eyes shut. He knew where they were going.

"... This place, it's actually pretty big." Chara mustered small talk. "Why not sell it and give you guys the money from it?"

“You gone cuckoo, Cat?!” he clamored in a hushed tone, “That place’s got some bad vibes parading the perimeter. And your main man, Dimitri, is broke! How-?!”

“Just keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking.” Sabrina replied calmly, “You’re not the only one with friends in high places.”

A raised eyebrow contoured on the iguana’s face.

What is this cat planning this time?

Zephyr made his way to them, but he made a considerable gap between the three of them. As if he was allowing then that opportunity.

Tenor looked for his own seat, a certain blue hunk of useless metal left from way back when. It didn't take the large falcon to lean the empty safe forward one time. Two time. Three, to perch on his seat and begin.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

Dimitri mentioned this storage unit months prior, in Italy. He was actually going to unload its content a while back. Unfortunately, it was around the time Don Octavio’s mob was patrolling the city of Venice and when Dimitri was caught by INTERPOL. Possibly because of property trespassing or disobeying the “NO SMOKING’ rule... Who knows?

Although he attempted to try again a week after the events at Dagger Island, her boss had to abandon it again when the unit was overrun by another organization, the mafia.

A claw ripped Breanna off her feet, the poor girl yelped in fear. Even with her hands slapped tight on her beak, the sudden sobs from Bree's mouth were poorly contained.

"BREE!" Chara shot from her spot, as is this fucker would take off with her baby sister! But as her hooves reached out- a revolver was pressed into her side.

Zephr hadn't pulled the trigger. Oooh, but the sheer weight of the air made her wish he did.

"Now now, be glad my dear," Tenor used a talon to gently trace Bree's cheek. "No harm is coming to you or your friends! As long as Lousteau gives us our long due." The falcon cooed, in a sickeningly sweet whisper.

He simply let his wings spread and point to the office space above the dance floor. Appe watched his partner, his own voice filled the air with a viscous ooze. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up. Starting with your plans of getting to the unit."

How dare he, how fucking dare he- Zephr took a breath and nudge his pistol in Chara's waist. The ram took it as a sign to move, fast.

As Tenor enjoyed his grip on Bree, he easily bridged the gap between the ground and staircase reaching up to Dmitri's old vantage point over the decrepit discotheque. He concluded that he'd been kind enough to let Bree down, enough for her to get her feet planted before he swatted her shell with a brisk wing.

Zephyr and Chara bristled at that. Not easy to hide the raised impatience of the falcon, Zephr tried to hide his worried gaze with clamping his eyes shut. He knew where they were going.

"... This place, it's actually pretty big." Chara mustered small talk. "Why not sell it and give you guys the money from it?"

“You gone cuckoo, Cat?!” he clamored in a hushed tone, “That place’s got some bad vibes parading the perimeter. And your main man, Dimitri, is broke! How-?!”

“Just keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking.” Sabrina replied calmly, “You’re not the only one with friends in high places.”

A raised eyebrow contoured on the iguana’s face.

What is this cat planning this time?

Zephyr made his way to them, but he made a considerable gap between the three of them. As if he was allowing then that opportunity.

Tenor looked for his own seat, a certain blue hunk of useless metal left from way back when. It didn't take the large falcon to lean the empty safe forward one time. Two time. Three, to perch on his seat and begin.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

Dimitri mentioned this storage unit months prior, in Italy. He was actually going to unload its content a while back. Unfortunately, it was around the time Don Octavio’s mob was patrolling the city of Venice and when Dimitri was caught by INTERPOL. Possibly because of property trespassing or disobeying the “NO SMOKING’ rule... Who knows?

Although he attempted to try again a week after the events at Dagger Island, her boss had to abandon it again when the unit was overrun by another organization, the mafia.

A claw ripped Breanna off her feet, the poor girl yelped in fear. Even with her hands slapped tight on her beak, the sudden sobs from Bree's mouth were poorly contained.

"BREE!" Chara shot from her spot, as is this fucker would take off with her baby sister! But as her hooves reached out- a revolver was pressed into her side.

Zephr hadn't pulled the trigger. Oooh, but the sheer weight of the air made her wish he did.

"Now now, be glad my dear," Tenor used a talon to gently trace Bree's cheek. "No harm is coming to you or your friends! As long as Lousteau gives us our long due." The falcon cooed, in a sickeningly sweet whisper.

He simply let his wings spread and point to the office space above the dance floor. Appe watched his partner, his own voice filled the air with a viscous ooze. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up. Starting with your plans of getting to the unit."

How dare he, how fucking dare he- Zephr took a breath and nudge his pistol in Chara's waist. The ram took it as a sign to move, fast.

As Tenor enjoyed his grip on Bree, he easily bridged the gap between the ground and staircase reaching up to Dmitri's old vantage point over the decrepit discotheque. He concluded that he'd been kind enough to let Bree down, enough for her to get her feet planted before he swatted her shell with a brisk wing.

Zephyr and Chara bristled at that. Not easy to hide the raised impatience of the falcon, Zephr tried to hide his worried gaze with clamping his eyes shut. He knew where they were going.

"... This place, it's actually pretty big." Chara mustered small talk. "Why not sell it and give you guys the money from it?"

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

Dimitri mentioned this storage unit months prior, in Italy. He was actually going to unload its content a while back. Unfortunately, it was around the time Don Octavio’s mob was patrolling the city of Venice and when Dimitri was caught by INTERPOL. Possibly because of property trespassing or disobeying the “NO SMOKING’ rule... Who knows?

Although he attempted to try again a week after the events at Dagger Island, her boss had to abandon it again when the unit was overrun by another organization, the mafia.

A claw ripped Breanna off her feet, the poor girl yelped in fear. Even with her hands slapped tight on her beak, the sudden sobs from Bree's mouth were poorly contained.

"BREE!" Chara shot from her spot, as is this fucker would take off with her baby sister! But as her hooves reached out- a revolver was pressed into her side.

Zephr hadn't pulled the trigger. Oooh, but the sheer weight of the air made her wish he did.

"Now now, be glad my dear," Tenor used a talon to gently trace Bree's cheek. "No harm is coming to you or your friends! As long as Lousteau gives us our long due." The falcon cooed, in a sickeningly sweet whisper.

He simply let his wings spread and point to the office space above the dance floor. Appe watched his partner, his own voice filled the air with a viscous ooze. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up. Starting with your plans of getting to the unit."

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

That's why they're after Dimitri. Must have been the “friends in higher places” he was talking about, or rather friends in lower places. Sabrina kept herself as a barrier between Dimitri and Appe should things get dicey, one hand behind her back.

“What about Chara and Bree? What purpose do they have behind all this?”

"Honestly? Nothing. Nothing at all. But it is rude to have uninvited parties come into your meeting." Tenor was sure to get the girls to have every word sink in, not hard considering they had no say in their impending deaths.

"But we can sweep this under the rug. For one thing, that we know for a fact that Mr. Lousteau does have a certain key to a storage unit we've kept under wraps."

Zephry was bumped by his boss' wing. Motioned to step forward. He did, and his form was nothing new.

A turtle. Another freaking turtle.

Taller than average, a large swaying tail, the more rigid scales that flaked under his amber eyes. But things were... very, very obvious.

Zephyr and Bree had the same amber eyes.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

“Let Bree go.” She ordered once more, unphased by the ape’s vigor feat, “She has no involvement with this whatsoever. You’re only using her to get my attention.”

"And why should we? She was interrupting our meeting with Mr. Lousteau." The falcon made himself at home behind the amber-eyed shadow and Bree. "She hasn't even apologized yet."

Bree wanted to, but her head screamed not to. Not sure what the bird would do if she dared.

The amber-eyed shadow stepped closer to Bree, the way they stood to keep Bree's face out of sight of the Falcon's gaze. "Mr. Tenor, I think they-"

"Silence, Zephyr."

Bree's face grimaced, her body shook with a first of silent sobs.

"Hey hey," Chara, thank god- decided to fill the silence. "Mr. Tenor. Mr. Skihnn. I've uh- heard about you! Major bodies in the Parisian Underbelly! What are you guys doing here, looking for a one, Mr. Dmitri Lousteau? Did he- did he stiff ya or something?"

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

The panther soon joined the iguana’s side, claws clenched around his wrist and her yellow irised eyes shooting dangers at the stranger inches from Bree’s face.

"You know that's not they meant." Another voice joined the primate. From the dark came a well kept falcon, his brown feathers a faint outline of his tall stature. But his eyes, blood red and clear to any weary soul. "But I do wonder now which one they are talking of."

The primate walked away to the few remaining tables standing, a simple hand balled in a fist before it shot straight up in the air-

And smashed the table with no hesitation.

"Alright, I think we can play a little later."

The primate... was in reality a lot larger than what the shadows gave him credit. A large, burly ape with fur that moved his black fur like shockwaves across his whole frame.

@ramblingramram

Standing in front of the dilapidated front doors felt different than the first time.

Back during the club’s heyday, it was all huge gatherings on the weekends, drinks on the house, and parties non-stop all night. While some loathed the loud music and flashing lights, few, like Sabrina, take acceptance of Dimitri’s “keen aesthetics”. His taste in style is, to put it kindly, unique from the conventional. But with the constant trend of society, the panther could use a change of scenery as this iguana’s escort/bodyguard. Despite the numerous times he’s gotten himself in trouble...

Now the club has become an idle battlefield. Awaiting Sabrina to enter with her boss in tow while the stranger inside has Bree and possibly Chara captive.

“H-Hey...Kitty?” There was a shiver in the lizard’s voice. “You know, we don't have to do thi-”

I guess this was it.

Bree had to clear her head. Of course, this day had to get bad. Bad-der than her creepy harasser impaling himself on an art piece. Bad-der than Sly going MIA. (Whether that was work or other ordeals, she wouldn't know)

AND NOW SOME CRIME BOSS WAS HOLDING HER AND CHARA FOR RANSOM.

Was it even ransom? That freaking Lizard was the one that needed to have a lethal shock pistol pointed at his back, not her!

"They're here?" The large primate was making a hole in the floor with how many times he's walked in the same spot.

She had looked to the side, watching a pair of piercing amber eyes that haven't left her since she got abducted. "Scared?"

"Not really..." Bree lied. "I've hidden a body before this," a chuckle came from the owner of the amber eyes. That at least calmed some of her nerves.

"Runs in the family I see?" Amber eyes whispered, a small step closer to Bree. Only for her to hear. "Glad to see it's not just Bentley."

Now that.

Bree posting...

Your boss flaked on us. So we took compensation.

Bree posting...

Your boss flaked on us. So we took compensation.

Bree posting...

Bree posting...

Bree posting...