Recent content by Griblo Jankweed

((OOC - This thread is a follow up to the thread A Direction Worth Selling mainly for @Emilio and @Griblo Jankweed. However, I'm keeping it open if anybody see's an opportunity to jump in. There's no real plan here other than to have fun!)) It was a dreadfully dreary day in the Vulpine...

Griblo gave a squinty glare first at Ruffano, then at Finnian, then back again. His snout twitched, clearly disturbed by the sudden realization. "Wait...neither of ye loikes blueberries?" He looked truly rattled for a moment, sniffled once, and shook his head like a beast chasing off a bad...

Griblo sniffled wetly, swiping the back of his sleeve across his runny nose once again. His eyes narrowed at the little gecko, then drifted to the fox kit still fumbling with the concept of deception. "Oh well pardon me, big eyes," he said, voice slick with mock civility. "Wot, ye never seen a...

It was like a sauna inside the cramped backstage corridor. Griblo sniffled, again, paw pressed under his snout to stop the steady drip. Mildew clung to the rafters. The stink of old glue and stale greasepaint made his tongue curl. He’d been suckered into this gig, and he knew it. He muttered...

Finally released from the badger’s crushing embrace, Griblo staggered sideways, gasping for air. “’Ell’s teeth,” he wheezed, rubbing his ribs. “It ain’t jus’ the fragile ones what need ta fear ye!” He watched hungrily as the transaction unfolded, his eyes locked on the coin purse the way a...

Griblo winced as the badger’s arm clamped down tighter, flattening him like a pressed herb. He sucked in a strained breath through his teeth, tail twitching pitifully. “Emil,” he wheezed. “Gud name, that is!” His eyes darted toward Grubbage with the urgency of a beast trying very hard to...

Griblo, still practically dangling under the weight of Emilio’s burly arm, gave the badger a side glance and a grin like a crooked coin. “Aw c’mon, Grubby! Ye’ can’t take ’is hat away if’n ’e needs it!” he pleaded, tone dripping with empathy but also real opportunism. “Wot if it’s sentimental...

Griblo wheezed as Emilio’s massive arm wrapped around him in a show of drunken camaraderie. His spine gave an audible pop. He tried to squirm, but couldn't. The way his paw flailed for support, though, made it clear this was not his ideal negotiation posture. “Errr... it sez that ye give ol’...

Griblo’s mood flipped like a coin in a crooked tavern game. Gone was the fury, the foot-stomping, the threats of stone-pressing justice. In its place, a broad, greasy grin and a suddenly chipper tone. “Bwa-hahaharr! ’Ey, Grub! This beast ain’t ’alf bad!” he crowed, stepping up beside the...

Griblo was shaking, outraged. The sheer injustice of it all. But truth be told, there was something deep in his gut that wanted nothing to do with a badger in bloodwrath. The way Emilio had slammed that compass... if he decided the next target was Griblo's ribcage, there wouldn’t be anything...

Griblo stomped his footpaws against the warped floorboards like an enraged dibbun denied a second helping of pudding. “Y’is! Y’is! Press all d’eh charges!” he howled, jabbing wildly in Emilio’s direction. “Press it out of ‘im wit’ stones ‘till ‘e squeals! Then press ‘im more!”

There was a sound, part crack, part shlunk, as the compass was sent skittering across the shop, bouncing once, twice, and disappearing beneath a squat, dust-caked credenza in a sad little plume of dust and its own debris. Griblo let out a shriek that shook the room. “MY GILDERMAKER!” He...

Griblo’s head bobbed like a cork in a storm as the monitor lizard made her judgment. “Ye! Ye! Never robbin’ fruit inna marken again! Got it!” he blurted, nodding so hard his earrings clinked together. With a dull thud, he plopped backward onto his tail and winced, rubbing the spot with a...

Griblo’s head snapped toward the retreating vixen just as she reached the door. “Ye’ll regret it, mystic one!” he shouted after her, waving a claw like she’d just cursed herself by leaving. He grumbled something unintelligible and snatched a rolled-up newspaper from the corner of the counter...

Griblo’s nose wrinkled as the tension drifted off the compass and toward the looming badger. “Oh for...can ye' not 'arass the other bidders, badgerface?” he groaned, pointing at Emilio accusingly. “If the brute’s out, then roll 'im out t'the alley like the grog barrel 'e is! We’re tryin’ t’run...