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Post by Ladorak on Mar 19, 2009 21:51:19 GMT -5
Milton had recovered sufficiently, and could see that the weasel assailant had been dealt with. The ocelot was being......well........Ikkied....it seemed. Milton couldn't think of another word for it, and that left only the rat.
Coming back to his feet, the crocodile seethed with anger now at what had happened. No one....be they from the Girondins as he suspected, or whoever, did this to him. Cracking his neck, the big lizard wrapped the end of his tail around the rat's throat, who was still writhing from having the wind knocked out of him.
Whipping the rat up in front of him, Milton proceeded to slam his body against the side of the bistro, the force alone being enough to kill him outright. He let the rodent's body fall unceremoniously to the ground, and brushed his hands off. That left only the ocelot who was still being....Ikkied.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Mar 21, 2009 8:43:41 GMT -5
Swifttail was relieved when Rahka took over, stepping away from the fight he leaned on his staff, his chest heaving. He was getting too old for this, when would he go get a wife and settle down.
It seemed his new employer didn't need any help, recovering himself completely, the crocodile seemed peeved at something. Perhaps his food wasn't digesting well. The crocodiles massive tail rapped itself around the rat's neck, a loud sickening snap sounded as he was thrown against the wall.
Once, twice, thrice. The rat dropped to the ground, his lifeless eyes rolled up so much only the whites could be seen.
Swifttail turned to his small friend Ikki, running over he picked the newt up off of the dead body.
"Enough, Ikki. . . . He's dead," he said, disgusted by the sight. It was a repulsive sight, you could clearly see the tendons on the neck and the severed throat hung out at an odd angle. Once done with the throat, Ikki had preceded to the chest, ripping violently at the chest all the way down to the organs. After he had tired, he then began to fall on him constantly with his knife. It would make any iron stomached beast throw-up. Sighing he leaned on his staff, turning to his employer, he spoke.
"We need to dispose of the bodies. Where would the best place be. . . . River near by?"
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Post by Ladorak on Mar 21, 2009 9:50:35 GMT -5
Milton was rather disgusted by the sight that greeted him after Ikki had been withdrawn. For such an.....innocent seeming character that small lizard definitely could be lethal when necessary. Admittedly it was a bit disturbing to the crocodile....in fact this whole incident had been disturbing to him. He was seriously considering dropping his post as Public Prosecutor at this point...and might indeed very well do that so that he could take a writing career in order to defend himself from those blasted Girondins.
"I'd just as soon leave them to rot here. There wouldn't be any evidence it was us....but if you wish to dump the bodies into the River Trist then I suggest you do so soon." Milton explained, turning around and looking out of the alley to make sure that they were still concealed. There weren't many on this street at this time of day...most were off working or scrounging for food if they were the lower class.
"You're in the clear if you want to take the bodies." Milton said, looking back over his shoulder and using his sizable girth to block the alley way from the view of passers by. "They were from the Girondins.....of that I'm fairly certain. Tell me.....have either of you ever heard of the Cosnair Commune?"
He was of course refering to the city government of the capital of Rosferia. They were shady of course, and probably the most influential and powerful organization in Cosnair itself, even more so than the political clubs and organizations then in existence. It was Milton's intention to get these two associated with the Commune as quickly as possible....now that he had been attacked, time was of the essence.
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Post by rahka on Mar 21, 2009 18:34:20 GMT -5
Rahka couldn't help but to think that he was already beginning to like how his employer thought. Even if it wasn't as practical as Milton's reasoning, Rahka also had grown some respect for Swifttail's caution, even if it was not necessary in this case. Rahka felt somewhat relieved to know his partner had some caution, it would be a good counterbalance to his own rather reckless behavior.
Rahka's attention moved toward the ocelot's corpse, then to Swifttail, and then to Milton. His expression never changed, remaining straight and unfazed.
"We don't have the time to remove the bodies, we should keep moving. No witnesses, no crime," Rahka thought for a moment about what Milton had said, "The Commune? I don't trust them."
Rahka couldn't help but to wonder, why bring up the Commune at a time like this? It didn't seem relevant. Was the attack somehow related to the Commune's activities within Cosnair?
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Post by Ladorak on Mar 22, 2009 10:44:00 GMT -5
Milton fixed Rahka with a cold, gleaming stare, his golden orbs narrowing a bit. "You SHOULD. They're about the only ones capable of fully protecting you in this city. You join any other club, organization, faction, whatever, and I guarantee you you'll have some other group after you. Come." he clasped his hands behind his back and began slowly walking out of the alleyway, expecting them to follow him....unless they wanted to be seen with dead bodies.
"You join the Commune well.....no one will dare to cross you. They are capable of mobilizing tens of thousands of citizens to carry out their will....the popular will of the people of course, and I've been thinking of offering them my services. Sort of a....mutual, symbiotic relationship you might say." the crocodile stated with a chuckle. "They would probably be happy to have an influential member of the public such as myself in their ranks....and well I could easily use them to accomplish some of my goals as well."
He began walking along the riverside, looking back over his shoulder. "I would recommended joining up. You would benefit manifold from their assistance, I can assure you." he offered the both of them, stopping now to turn and look down at the river. The Bistro was several buildings behind them now....they should be in the clear.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Mar 22, 2009 13:07:30 GMT -5
The Commune? Swifttail had never heard of them, nor did he care. In truth he was just passing through, but it seemed he might be staying a little longer. He had never much cared for political matters himself. Let them kill themselves over some dispute if they wanted. Just send him to go kill somebeast and he'll do it. Leave the pointless slaughter to the high classes.
"No. . . . Never heard of them," he said rather quietly. He didn't care if his employer couldn't hear him, if he didn't, oh well. . . . He could still hear any briefing.
Swifttail slowly followed along, carrying half of his weight on his staff. . . .
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