Recent content by Aramaeus Lemon

Aramaeus beamed as the fox got the pronunciation of his last name correct. For some reason everyone started calling him 'Lemon', no matter what he did. As the beast turned away, walking toward the Slups, Aramaeus hastened to keep up. "Oh, I certainly do sir," he assured the presumed Mr. Reedom...

Aramaeus's face fell. "Oh. Well, Mr. Reedom, may I at least congratulate you on your parents' fortune in their surname and their excellent choice of given name for their kit? Truly, your fortune in your namesake is to be envied. I myself considered taking up the Freedom name, but I was told in...

Aramaeus had just finished yet another tedious ship inspection and was on his way down to turn in his clipboard when a name pricked his ear. Immediately he stopped mid-stride, then flailed and nearly face-planted on the dock as he tried to catch himself. He stared at the todd who'd mentioned the...

Aramaeus nodded sharply at the invitation to come aboard, clicking his heels together before ascending the gangplank. He moved with the tenderness of a landlubber, as if afraid the wood would give under his footpaws or would swing to send him into the drink. He regained something of his...

Aramaeus winced at the use of his legal surname. How did he know? He was robbed the opportunity for any witty remark as the admiral herself confirmed her identity, and foolishness immediately washed over him. Yes, of course, this was the legendary Toxic Tanya Rainblade-Ryalor (though he'd heard...

(closed for Aiken and Aramaeus right now; if we open it up, will announce such and coordinate elsewhere) Darlow Hatchett was a portly, balding rat, the tonsure formed around his bald patch a frazzled mess sticking up every which way. It made him inconspicuous, which was of benefit to the beast...

Aramaeus consulted his book as he received a less-than-friendly welcome, a combination of egocentric indifference and genuinely having never received anything but such animosity together rendering him oblivious to the rudeness implicit in the tone and choice of vocabulary. "Aramaeus Lamont, if...

Aramaeus frowned and checked his manual again, then started counting sails as best he could. "I'm counting... Five?" he remarked, a touch unsure whether the smaller ones toward the top of the poles counted, or the triangular ones toward the front. "My paperwork states that there should be thirty...

Over a gray button-down shirt and a green paisley tie, golden paws pulled on a neat maroon jacket. A crimson cap with the gleaming brass badge of the Ministry of Justice Customs Enforcement Division (the imperial skull flanked by paws on each side, one clutching a set of scales, the other...

Aramaeus could feel his paws sweating as one was extended to him by this mysterious femme in black, inviting him to join her and the Golden Bee in a dance. He had no idea if this meant simply a dance, or the kind of debauchery he'd come here explicitly to find; the possibility of either was...

As the party entered the tavern restaurant, scowls were exchanged all around, the atmosphere of tension breaking out into clear resentment between the golden-furred invitee and the rest of the younger entourage. As Orina greeted her fellow vice minister, however, Aramaeus's eyes widened, and he...

Aramaeus nodded in what he hoped was a sagacious fashion. "The Ministry, as always, continues to pursue cases of the utmost importance to the rule of law," he stated. "Of course, as they are ongoing and highly sensitive, I cannot discuss these openly. However," he added, lifting his chin, "I...

Aramaeus, for his part, seemed to miss the discomfort directed his way as he accepted the marten's paw. "Likewise," he remarked. "No hard feelings about your reaction; I appreciate a beast willing to act swiftly to rid the streets of a public menace. In fact, if you ever see what looks like me...

Aramaeus nodded in acknowledgement of both femmes' points. "There's trade-offs to ministry service," he acknowledged. "Any contract trades benefits for burdens. It's simply a matter of finding what is more bearable for yourself." His gaze slid to Izakis again, blushing at the blown kiss. He...

Aramaeus nodded along with the femmes' introductions, though he did blush a little bit at the details of the skink's work. Well, such things happened, he reminded himself; one couldn't blame someone for supplying (at least legally) what was demanded. "If your licenses are all up-to-date," he...