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POSTED: Thu May 21, 2020 12:52 pm

With just a good sweeping and the removal of the invading shrubbery the chapel had already started to look less like a haunted place and more like a respectable dwelling. More work would be needed to accommodate them but time as always was something they didn’t enjoy in abundance. They ought to move on, and move on quickly. The neighbourhood was no longer as it had been previous to their departure. Most familiar faces were gone, scavengers and shady travellers more abundant now than those who had a mind to stick around. Their merchandise painted a target on their backs and without the Blackrust Clan or another old acquaintance around Rocky didn’t trust his luck against possible foes.

He readied the horse and the mule early, the long-eared beast throwing a bit of a feat for being subjected to such a weighty burden again. A few treats were spent to soothe the stubborn thing and it went back to a more placid if only somewhat moody state. It was Rocky’s luck that he had purchased an animal that surpassed even his daughter in stubbornness and irritability. Perhaps when this trip came to an end and if his resulting bounty proved light enough for Miedoso to carry alone he would sell the damn mule as well.

Jamie chose to make herself useful just minutes before their hour of departure. She went through their personal backpacks, making sure that they had everything they needed for the journey. In truth having come from spending over a week ‘on the road’ had left them basically ready with bedding and emergency supplies already at their disposal. Packing their sleeping rolls was indeed a nightmare but finally just shy from noon they were ready to leave.

Streets already made quiet by the recent catastrophe were at that hour deserted because of the heat of midday. For someone born and raised in a tropical environment the temperature felt actually quite cosy and with a fashionable hat shading his face Rocky didn’t suffer from these conditions (neither did his daughter although her whining suggested otherwise). His animals too fared reasonably well, led through the shadow and allowed a couple rest stops to drink their share. As much as the daughter had objected this was indeed the best time of the day to move South through the city, when there weren’t many strangers running around and likely fewer individuals willing to hinder their enterprise.

The Pack where they would make their first stop was the closest and somehow it was the one that had the seasoned brawler on his toes and feeling queasy in the gut. Many rumours had reached his ears over the years, some that spoke of greatness, other of terrible things. He knew not to take everything he heard at face value but from experience he knew that a fearsome reputation such as that of the secretive Thistle Kingdom had to be taken seriously.

Clouds started gathering above, relieving the land with their cooling shade. They promised rain but luckily it didn’t appear like the incoming shower would be too violent, only a drizzle to provoke the heat. As if on cue a nearby sound had Rocky’s ears perking and his tail rising, unease leading him to make the early assumption that there was someone out there. ”Hello?!”
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POSTED: Tue May 26, 2020 8:27 pm

“What do you mean, the bar isn’t around anymore?”

O’Brien pricked his ears at the loud increduilty in his companion’s voice. Galilee had all but cornered the stammering coydog, towering over them, though perhaps without meaning to. Her ears erect and brows quirked with disbelief, she badgered the other loner until she got her answer, then with a grunt returned to O’Brien’s side. (The coydog beat a hasty retreat.)

“Did you hear that?” she barked.

“‘Twas hard not te wi’ yer gob,” the mongrel replied with a frown, scratching an ear. He rolled his eyes when Lee glared at him. “I heard it, they a’ left.”

More business for us, he thought to himself.

Galilee sighed and leaned her shoulder against the brick wall, glaring off into the town. They had come through to scout out damages from the earthquakes, but to check up on Biff’s place, too (and maybe pocket a few trinkets if O’Brien found easy marks). These plans dashed, the Troupers eyed each other before O’Brien shrugged and peeled himself away from the shady corner where he stood.

“Let’s gang,” he said. Sighing, Lee followed.

It was too warm to wear his cloak, and the streets were quiet, so O’Brien felt uncomfortably exposed as they walked. He ended up falling back behind Galilee in step, allowing the taller wolfdog to draw any eyes.

Unfortunately, because he was tailing her rather than taking the lead, he couldn’t stop her from walking up to strangers.

“Bonjour!” Galilee called out, hands cupped around her muzzle. She wagged her tail at the stocky tan mutt with the straw hat, then glanced past him to grin, shark-toothed and friendly, at the brindle woman leading the mule. “You guys passing through?”

Silent, O’Brien stood a few paces behind Galilee. With effort, he didn’t look directly at the goods that burdened the animals — but he found himself very, very conscious of them.
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