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"Now that's the spirit," Falun encouraged. He returned to the table, scooping up the cards and, as soon as the purse was on the table, pushing half the chips across to the pair, splitting the piles evenly. "Let's see if you two can win back all your money," he invited. "In fact..." He made a...

Falun raised an eyebrow at the offer of gold, and at the presumption of his riches. He could just take the purse; that much gold could fund another operation, possibly lead to a bigger score... but then again... Falun grinned, suddenly all welcome and charm. "Come now," he invited, "why not let...

As Greeneye sprinted from the table, at least as quickly as a beast with a peg leg could do, Falun got up and, cracking his knuckles, followed after Greeneye. He stopped, raising his eyebrow as he saw Greeneye collide with that fox from the Bilge, what was it... that's right, Silvertongue. Falun...

Falun raised an eyebrow, recognizing the rat's reason to celebrate. "Three of a kind," he mused. "Potential for a full house. Very nice." He flipped his own cards, revealing a four and a five. "A straight," he commented. "So, the deciding factor is... do we flip a six, seven, or eight...

There was a pause; then, Falun burst out laughing. It may not have been meant as a mocking laugh, but that was the emotion it implied nonetheless. "'Gates," he chuckled, "you think that makes you a threat to 'em? They don't enforce it because they don't care, and they don't care because it...

Falun raised the paw with his cigar in it as a salute to the old fox and his point both. "Well," he remarked, "I'll take 'at as a compliment then." He grinned as he added, "You must've seen quite a bit in your day. 'Gates, I can't imagine 'ow the Imperium's changed." He chuckled as he added, "My...

Falun got up to get the drinks for the three, since they hadn't manifested yet. They were sitting ready on the bar, but that wildcat hadn't brought them over as Falun had requested. In retrospect, she might well have just been a beast seeking shelter, not a barmaid. He returned with the drinks...

Falun made a small calming gesture, indicating for Silvertongue to sit back down. "No offense meant," he stated by way of apology. "Just never can be sure when speaking in mixed company." He glanced in the direction of the Colonel to indicate his meaning. Bully Harbor had come a long way over...

Falun considered the other foxes over his cigar, weighing them as he tried (and failed) to blow smoke rings. It had been fun brawling alongside the three, even if the minstrel was a bit flighty and distracted. He almost considered whether it was worth making overtures to invite the to the...

Falun took a deep draw of his own cigar, feeling the smoke enter his lungs. It was a strange sensation, being aware of the cavities within one's own chest; he could feel the tickling on the inner walls of his organs, and as he breathed out, the relief was palpable. To be honest, the experience...

The golden fox raised an eyebrow as the Colonel recognized him. He'd been around plenty over the last twenty years or so, doing shakedowns and rough work for Vito during the lean times, though he didn't remember a beast like the Colonel. Then again, he'd taken enough blows to the front of the...

Falun laughed, a carefree, expressive sound, throwing his head back at Silvertongue's offer. "Ya don' needa do that!" he commented as Silvertongue went poking about. He picked up a chair from the floor, tested its weight, and carelessly slung it across the room when one of the legs proved...

Falun's chest heaved, the exertion catching up with him as the adrenaline rush faded. A scene of wanton destruction surrounded them, a glorious tableau of blood and pain. Marianna would surely wrinkle her nose and say something pithy and scathing if she could see him now, which made him even...

Falun grinned wildly as, after taking a blow from Falun, an older fox apparently decided he liked what he'd felt. "Suits me!" he called, shifting to stand back to back with the uniformed fox. Clearly he was a veteran with some experience behind him, and Vito had always taught Falun to be...

Falun's ears picked up as the delightful music of violence reached them. The golden-furred fox licked his chops and cracked his knuckles as he stood up, then promptly decked a scrawny ferret who had been making a run for the door past his table. The fox's knuckles were still split from his last...