Recent content by Falun Furotazzi

Falun sat up, listening in interest at the travails of the newcomer to their cell. He chuckled at Lorcan's question. "Nah, none a' mine woul' be stupid enough t' touch a Fogey's wife. Knew a guy wot made that mistake once, turned out 'twas a honey trap. Last I 'eard, he was down t' three years...

Falun waved his paw dismissively, laying back down on his bunk. "It's fine," he commented. "Takes some gettin' used to, I'm sure. It's all a little complicated. All y' need t' know is them jackboots out there are jus' a gang of a differen' stripe, one that don' play near as nice as I do. Y'...

Falun gave a small shrug at the question, not seeming to take offense at all. "Simple - I don't play politics none. It's a business transaction, that's all. I keep crime managed in my area, make sure it's focused elsewhere an' the businesses that pay in get protection. Ain' no reason t' be...

Falun swung his legs around, sitting up properly on the bunk. "The Furotazzi Family," he explained. "Ain' a blood family exactly, 'cept fer me an' my sister Anna. Used to be our father, Vito, th' todd wot raised us anyway, 'e gave th' orders, but now 'e's gone an' it's us two callin' th' shots...

Falun chuckled at the comment, a hint of pain in his voice. "Yeah," he admitted, "it's somethin' of a long story. Course," he admitted with a sigh, "I guess we've got time fer the short version at least. My birth parents were friends wiv' some Fyadorian of the name, an' my mum was carryin' me...

Falun, still upside-down, offered his paw to Lorcan. "Pleasure," he remarked. "Falun's mine. Falun Furotazzi. Don' reckon yer folks woulda talked abou' us much - or maybe 'ey did an' yeh weren' listenin' again."

The fox shifted a bit on his wooden bed, ultimately turning so his head dangled off the edge, his legs sticking straight up along the wall, footpaws crossed at the ankles. He relaxed his neck, letting the hard edge of the bed massage his shoulder muscles. "Well," he remarked, quickly adding...

Lorcan was shoved forward to stumble into the cell, and the door slammed shut behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place an indication of finality. The Fogeys at least had the decency to remove the cuffs from Lorcan and his new cellmate before throwing them in, and now the golden fox...

As manacles closed around the todd's wrists, one of the Fogeys started loudly reciting his rights. "Y' 'ave the righ' t' shut yer yaps, b'fore we shut 'em for ya!" the Fogey proclaimed, punctuating his point with a truncheon blow to the gut. "Anythin' ya say will result in a tail kickin'. Y'...

The stoat guard perked up at the mention of the black market. "'Ey," he objected, "if yer headin' off t' th' black market, I want in!" "What if someone comes by the warehouse an' needs t' get in?" the fox pointed out. "If we ain' there to open it-" "Eh, I'll jus' shut th' door an' jimmy th'...

"Oh no," Marianna groaned, starting to get up to go after the older vixen, but Falun grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. "No," he hissed. "She's doin' fine, leave 'er be. Let's get movin', alrigh'?" He gestured in a direction, then started creeping around the corner, taking a circuitous...

The Fogeys, for their part, were momentarily stunned as well by the sheer inanity of a second fox landing on top of the first; then, a few of them cackling in giddy glee, they descended upon the pair, paws and manacles reaching to grab them. "Stop resistin'!" one of them started yelling, and...

Falun had sprinted across the long series of conjoined and narrowly divided rooftops , gaining a bit on the other fox. He heard the sounds of a scuffle, and turned, taking a bit to catch his breath, still walking backwards. Maybe the Fogeys would arrest the other fox and he could get away...

Falun, fortunately, wasn't the fastest runner, though he was certainly a troublesome one. Overturned vendor stands, toppled barrels, and ripe tomatoes rolling across the cobblestones formed a trail behind him, and Lorcan turned the corner just as Falun seized a stack of crates and, putting his...

Falun wasn't a natural sprinter, but he'd learned the art of it running from the Fogeys across the years. He'd been caught plenty of times, spent a few nights in a cell for brawling or other petty crimes while his father or sister arranged bail, and, eventually, started to get the hang of...