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Post by Lucca on Jan 21, 2010 18:53:13 GMT -5
Aberforth's ears pressed flat against his head at what felt like a slight reprimand from the Esterberry...even if it wasn't. But he nodded, accepting her judgement, since...she'd probably been in the Capital longer than he had, and she certainly had more social experience. Then again, wasn't she the one who had just said her only fighting experience was being hit on the jaw with a baseball bat?
Hoo boy. This was going to go very well.
He eyed the little mome as it appeared with his usual lack of enthusiasm toward life, though he was glad it seemed obedient. Its ability sounded like one of their few saving graces in what promised to be a long evening. He was done with the map...he knew about where they needed to head, and he doubted he'd be leading anyway. Though as he began to walk through the door, and his hooves made their odd echoing noise, he blinked, realizing he'd forgot to mention that as a weakness. He could never sneak up on anyone, because his hooves made so much noise no matter how little pressure he put on them or what surface he was on.
Well, perhaps that one was obvious to his fellow cops. And if it wasn't yet, it would be soon.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 23, 2010 17:53:37 GMT -5
Petunia breathed a small sigh of relief. She felt far better about the situation now that she had said her piece. Having some sort of battle plan just made things easier for her at least. And this way she could talk herself into not panicking if something went terribly wrong. And she was sure that something would go wrong, somewhere.
She watched with mild curiosity when the little creature was summoned. That must have been pretty useful having something you could calls and dismiss with the flick of a wrist. It was a cute little thing even if it was capable of incapacitation....
Her head jerked in the direction of the goat heading to the door. Both her eyebrows perked upwards. Those hooves were rather loud and... were they echoing or was that her imagination? Brushing it off she made her way to the door as well. No point in sitting around and twiddling her non-existent thumbs.
"Break a leg," Eloise said rather brightly.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 24, 2010 13:23:11 GMT -5
The officer's words lingered in Fetu's ears and she quietly hoped that would not be happening. Broken bones weren't on her list of lifetime wants and she'd dealt with two in her lifetime already. She would be quite content to avoid one as serious as her leg.
She made sure that the others were with her before she left the room, not paying attention to the way that the hooves rang in the relative quiet of the night. Her mind was far too preoccupied with the task ahead of them. "Come, stay close to me, and don't get underfoot," she said quietly to Mezra, who chattered at her sleepily before doing as she'd asked. He trundled along beside and just behind her, his quills swaying with every step and making a very faint rushing 'clack' sound.
Unless one of the others spoke up, she would be content to walk in silence until they were just a few blocks away from their target building. She had a lot to think on, a lot to worry over, and a lot to try and mentally prepare for.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 25, 2010 8:11:53 GMT -5
Aberforth's ears went back at the last words of the officer. What was that supposed to mean, and why had she said it so damn cheerfully? He didn't want to break a leg; hoofed mammals like goats had a lot of trouble getting around on less than all four of their legs, thank you very much? Belatedly, and after paranoia about sabotage had already started to circulate in his brain, he realized this must be some sort of expression. Sort of like saying "Good luck"? So she was actually telling them...not to break a leg? Guh, why were Outsiders so -weird-? That didn't make any sense whatsoever.
He snorted and kept silence for the walk. Well, except for the constant sound of his hooves, but that he couldn't help. On any surface it was the same, ringing and echoing creepily. Hopefully the villains were the superstitious type, and seeing a Tulgey would put them off guard... As they approached the building, his ears perked forward, pink eyes darting about, completely alert and, he hoped, ready for anything. If there was a guard, he decided, it would be best to just knock them out as quickly as possible.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 25, 2010 10:10:19 GMT -5
Petunia wasn't particularly horrified by the good luck wish. She had heard it used various times by the theater majors who seemed to be into that superstitious sort of crap most Esterberries thought didn't exist. She personally didn't believe in that sort of thing but... well she appreciated the wishes none the less.
This was a little nerve racking. More than a little. She padded quietly to their destination, her ears straining to hear beyond the tapping of hooves. What was up with that anyway? There was no place for the sound to really echo like that, and yet every step the goat made the sound persisted.
And this was probably going to make things more difficult the closer they got to their destination. They came upon their destination far faster than Penny thought they would. Great. It was time to stuff back her nerves and take action.
"You two wait here, I'm going to check the area to see if I can... taste anything other than the pair we're looking for." She paused, waiting for any protest before she investigated.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 29, 2010 10:51:16 GMT -5
The sound of the hooves only registered in Fetu's mind as they got close to the house. She gave the Tulgey a confused sidelong glance. Wouldn't he want to muffle that? If he could... which maybe he couldn't, since he seemed to have enough common sense to realize that. Hopefully this wouldn't be as much of an issue.
"Alright," she agreed, pausing and extending her hand down. A little nose nudged at her fingers and she pulled them back. Good, Mezra wasn't going anywhere. Part of her considered sending him with Penny, but the quiet rustle of his quills would be just another distraction for her and she looked stressed enough as it was.
They all did. They all were. What was the situation? Would they have to wait until a guest left, or neutralize more people, or would they be fortunate in the criminals' relative solitude?
And what about rumors of a thing they had helping them with their crimes?
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Post by Lucca on Jan 30, 2010 23:48:57 GMT -5
Aberforth noticed them both looking at him oddly, and he had a feeling he knew why. It was his hooves, and he felt...slightly uncomfortable about it, sometimes. It was a weakness, a liability, unless he was trying to weird someone out. That was about the only thing useful that the sound could ever do for him. But the closer they got to having to face these criminals, the more Aberforth's cynical side reared its head and whispered that the criminals were likely to have seen far freakier things in their line of work than a Tulgey with strange sounding footsteps. The night wasn't even foggy or anything, either, it was very clear, and this part of the city, while run down and dirty, was open enough to make him antsy.
He looked at Fetu blankly and muttered something about uncontrollable lack of stealth, before he turned to Petunia and nodded. Good idea. He stopped, standing still as a statue, raising his horned head and perking his ears forward to listen. It was quiet. Well...as quiet as Capital City ever was. He couldn't hear anything from the building, at any rate...at least not from here.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 31, 2010 1:05:41 GMT -5
Petunia took a few deep breaths before she scurried forward as quietly as possible. This was the easy part. All she had to do was check the area for anything that tasted funny. She came up as close to the back door as possible, taking a taste of the air.
Corvie Club. Corvie Spade. Corvie.... Selkie Clubs. Oh dear. That... wasn't right. She bit down on her lower lip as she slipped away from the back door to return to the pair. Somehow she was quiet enough to completely avoid detection. The so called thing was completely oblivious of any surprise company.
"We... might have tiny problem," Penny said in a whisper to Fetu and Aberforth. "There's a pretty high chance there is someone else in there. I tasted a mixed realm, and two pure Corvies. But... I think there's about a three day gap, so the person could be gone if we're lucky." Her ears flattened against her skull. "Now what?"
(( OOC: Penny rolled a 20 to avoid detection. ))
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Post by The Jenn on May 6, 2010 18:02:08 GMT -5
Fetu took a slow breath as Penny delivered the news, thinking. Was a possible three day gap an unavoidable consequence of her ability? Or something else?
She spoke quietly. "Well. This is our only entrance. If Mezra was any good for scouting, I'd offer to send him in, but he'd probably alert them to our presence more quickly than we would ourselves if left to his own devices. I wish we could make them believe we were ghosts or something... the Spade seems simple enough that he might even believe it. A Tulgey, a Hisstor, and an Esterberry walk into a derelict building... it's like the beginning to the worst joke in history. Hopefully not on us."
Suddenly uncomfortable with her own line of thought, she glanced from Penny to Aberforth. "If they get out of that building, we'll likely lose them. I also doubt the Captain would be especially happy with any civilian mishaps if they ran into someone else's house. So do you think we should block the exit behind us after we enter? Or is that just foolish?"
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Post by Lucca on May 6, 2010 18:56:39 GMT -5
Aberforth stood perfectly still as he listened to Penny's report, ears now pointing to different sides, so as to make sure no one could sneak up on them. (What if they somehow knew they were coming? One could never be too careful). He nodded, once, accepting the risk of there being a third Card present. It didn't bother him, not really. It was most likely another thug and they could drop him, maybe bring him in for questioning as well.
At Fetu's joking words...he actually gave a small snort. Something about the situation was...morbidly amusing. It may have something to do with the fact that Aberforth had a tendency to view life as one big joke being played on him. This was merely more lead up to the punch line.
"That would depend on if they had ever seen a resident of Tulgey Wood before." Thanks to his oddly echoing hooves and his rather spooky appearance, those who had never actually met a Tulgey face to face might believe he was something more than just a mere Card. But that wasn't something he was going to count on.
He frowned and shook his head as Fetu went on. "If it's the only exit, we most likely won't need to. Just stay between them and the door." It seemed plenty simple to him. But then again, he'd never done this before. None of them had.
How hard could it really be, though, right?
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