>>6165916“Name’s Tiro.” Begins the blue-eyed Chytree in a guarded tone, “The boss h-err, <span class="mu-i">Vuuse</span> has always done right by us, so I wanted ta’ do right by her.” He pauses for his counterpart, but his eyes light up when he realizes he’s not finished! “Erm, here’s a fact: used to be studyin’ to be a mage… got kicked out. Ain’t gonna say why.”
“I’m Sino,” the other Chytree snaps bitterly, “An’ I’m here for Vuuse too! Don’t give half a damn about this sewer of a city…” Her eyes flicker for a moment. “Went ta’ school with Tiro. That’s my fact.”
Nodding to each other, both Chytree sit down and set the stage for their old boss–the Mzz’goe’virr taking her sweet time rising from her seat with a menacing grin on her toothy face! “You all know who I am, so I won’t waste my breath… but I <span class="mu-i">will</span> say this:” Leaning across the table towards Volka, the ex-ganger sneers at some joke inside her head. “I bow to no one, so take your ranks an’ procedures and <span class="mu-i">stuff</span> ‘em.”
Flopping back into her seat, the Icer’s eyes light up with mock shock! “Oh, how silly of me… Here’s a fun fact for ya: I’ve killed more folk than your little club’s had members… and I’ve got no objections about addin’ a few more notches to my belt, got that?”
“<span class="mu-i">Very</span> spooky, yes…”
The whole table jumps at the sound of the new voice, and while Vuuse snarls at the newcomer, you nearly fumble out of your chair when you realize its owner is hovering a few inches from your cheek like a hummingbird!
“Ah, Lila! Was worried you wouldn’t show!” Chirps Volka as she sends a smile over to the pair of tired eyes next to you! “Care ta’ introduce yourself?”
“<span class="mu-b">Lila</span>.” She replies flatly as she flits over to the Skog’s side of the table, “City’s too damn noisy. Want to make it a bit more peaceful.” Even with her sticking to one place, it’s hard to keep tabs on the pixie-esque patrolwoman… she can’t be more than a few inches tall, so what the heck <span class="mu-i">is</span> she?
“Well fuck me,” Snorts Vuuse, clearly not as impressed as you are, “We’ve got a regular-fuckin’-crack team, don’t we? Who’s next, hm? Twenty Tottas in a Tunic? Talkin’ Makkar?”
“No one’s buying what you’re selling, so knock it off.” The pixie replies in a dismissive tone, “You’re only here because Volka didn’t want to stain the street with your ugly corpse, so take this for what it is: your second and last chance.” Her glum expression brightens a bit. “Who knows? You might even learn a thing or two.”
That shuts the Mzz’goe’virr up!
>CONTD. 