Recent content by Falun Furotazzi

Falun grinned, suppressing the inner groan at the thought of sitting through another opera. "How about box seats?" he suggested, leaning forward on the bar and, taking a toothpick with a small slice of apple from a bowl where it was marinating in rum, set it in his drink. The bartender hurried...

"'Ey, go sod yerself, bloody copper!" Falun snarled as Lorcan nudged them along. "I ain't done nothin'! This is reverse specism against foxes!" He kicked up a fuss as he was guided along, ensuring that eyes were drawn more to him and less to the escorting officer. The trio made their way slowly...

Falun Furotazzi at least managed to sit still and feign interest through Silvertongue's story. He politely examined the portrait, noting and somehow sympathizing with the dark-eyes fox who loomed protectively over his family. The last time Marianna had suggested they get a portrait done, Falun...

Falun chuckled as he approached the bar, Silvertongue in paw. "You wanna spritzer, you get a spritzer, an' no one, me included, is gonna give you guff for drinkin' what you want. 'Ey, Tony," he called to the bartender, "two spritzers, ey? Make one virgin." They slid into their seats as the...

Falun's paw latched onto Silvertongue's upper arm. "Nah," he stated firmly. "Are you really gonna let the opinion of a drunkard keep ya from wearin' what ya want? I wear this shirt 'cuz I don't care what them idiots think. Their opinion doesn't matter." He gestured toward the bar with his other...

There was a chorus of laughter from the various 'Tazzis in attendance, one followed by silence as Falun, who had not joined in, set down his cards and rose from his table. "Lily," he directed the tattooed barmaid, "go up to my closet and retrieve the shirt furthest on the left. Serge," he...

Falun tilted his chin up, a momentary pride in his gaze. "It's Furotazzi. Falun Furotazzi," he declared. "I didn't give 'em my name 'cuz I didn' have to; 'ey know me pretty well in all the precincts by now." He sized up Lorcan before remarking, "I 'eard there's a new officer in the Seventh...

Falun accepted the manacles and promptly clamped them around his wrists, looking confident. "Ain't nothin' to it," he remarked nonchalantly, holding his wrists in front of him. "Wouldn't be the first time I've knocked someone out while cuffed. My old man taught me how to fight in these years...

Falun's eyes slid from his favorite fox to the indebted rodent. "Yer lucky," he remarked to Greeneye, not removing his paw from Silvertongue's shoulder quite yet. Was that jealousy in his tone? "Yer partner here mus' be partic'larly devoted - he seems to 'ave taken the 'fer richer or poorer'...

Falun, for his part, surged forward and, as soon as the constable was restrained up against the bars, slammed his fist directly into the beast's gut. The surge of air out of the beast sounded like a bagpipe being rapidly deflated. "He won' be talkin' none for a while," Falun declared, grabbing...

Falun squeezed Silvertongue's shoulder firmly, just enough to be slightly painful. "No," he stated, his voice grim. "That were part a' it, sure. The real reason is 'at anybeast wot hurts what's mine 'as ta be dealt with. An example needed to be made, so everyone would know:" his grip became...

Falun grinned as the bounty hunter left, clearly tickled to see another professional from the old days still around now. Shaking his head and chuckling, he turned to Ivo and clapped him on the shoulder. "I'll hold you to that drink," he advised, his gaze drifting to the front door of the tavern...

A golden-furred fox navigated his way back around the room to Ivo's table, leaving a trail of blood droplets dripping from his knuckles on the floor. He'd split his knuckles again, as always; they never seemed to get time to heal properly. The rest of the blood, at least, was not his own. He was...

Falun nodded his agreement with the plan. "Righ'. Th' weasel I was collectin' from was a bloke named Henry - Bucktooth Hank 'ey called 'im. Heh, guess 'ey'll be calling 'im No-Tooth Hank from now on." He chuckled at his own joke. "He runs a jewelry place down on Market - mostly pieces I figured...

Falun listened, his face as stern as a granite edifice, as the ferret shared all of the history surrounding Silvertongue and Greeneye. His gaze only flickered to Greeneye once when he interjected to tell Boris to shut up, but he didn't speak, letting the ferret finish his explanation. He put up...