Recent content by Marianna Furotazzi

Marianna watched in satisfaction as violence erupted in the street, two of the pirates going down quickly. Clearly they had underestimated the amount of resistance they would face. The ferret's threat, at this point, couldn't cow the mafiosa. He'd lost too much... and was going to lose far more...

Marianna kept her chin raised, looking the slovenly stoat in the eye as he approached. "That is a most novel explanation," she remarked, "especially since we have already taken him in out of - well, perhaps not the goodness of our hearts. I'm afraid you'd have to search very hard to find any...

Marianna was walking back to the Lilting Lily from an afternoon spent with Ivo, ostensibly reviewing the plans for the upcoming heist on the Vermillion Mansion. In truth, very little close examination of documents had gotten done, set aside in favor of a much different kind of review. She was...

Marianna, for her part, noticed the discomfort that their display seemed to be inspiring, and she gave Ivo's paw a small squeeze before stepping slightly free of him, though she didn't drop his paw. "Of course," she assured the vixen. "It was lovely to meet you, Kinza. And remember what I said,"...

Marianna nodded at the sage wisdom of keeping out of politics. "That's the smart side of it," she allowed. "Keep below the notice of the politicos, let them scheme and play their little games, picking each other off. Just stand ready to catch the crumbs when they fall from the high table." She...

Marianna lowered her voice as she spoke, leaning in so as not to be overheard by the market writ large. "Well, after the Empress betrayed the ministers and crowned herself unilaterally in Amarone, the Ministers accepted Ryalor aid to retake the city and unseat her. Instead of following through...

Marianna reached out to grab Silvertongue's elbow and escort him to the crates. "Start with these," she instructed. "Look at the bottles, look for years on the label. The older it is, the more valuable. Here." She grabbed a crowbar and, after a bit of heaving, managed to pry the lid off one...

Marianna looked thoughtful at the question. "Hmm. Well, I heard that, last the Hide put out, the Minister of Innovation, Talinn Ryalor, had taken command. A bit of a controversial beast in Imperial politics, depending on who you ask. No idea if this is a temporary assumption of command or a...

Marianna, for her pat, stepped into Ivo's embrace, settling against him comfortably as they started to walk again. It was strangely comfortable, how well they fit together. "Don't mind him," she advised Kinza. "He might be a cad who will seduce you at the drop of a hat, but he knows how to keep...

Marianna stiffened as she felt somebeast's tail intertwine with her own. The sheer audacity of that move filled her with indignation bordering on rage. It wasn't Kinza, she could see her tail easily enough from the corner of her eye, so it had to be some stranger moving in on her. She spun, her...

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Marianna laughed lightly at the suggestion. "Oh, don't worry, the company does a lot of things, numbers not always required. Sometimes being able to lift a box - or even wield a blade - is enough skill to succeed. If you're interested," she suggested, "or even just want to catch up over a drink...

Marianna laughed lightly at the characterization of Bully Harbor as a jungle. "That is a surprisingly apt description of the city," she reflected as they walked together. "So many beasts all fighting and clawing for dominance, an entire ecosystem unto itself. Perhaps not as aesthetically...

Marianna's smile faltered for a moment at the question. She'd seen the common reaction to her mentioning the Furotazzis, and even to the infamous Obsidian Corporation. She decided to go with a sanitized truth. "I just work as a bookkeeper, that's all," she stated, waving her paw dismissively. "I...

Marianna's face turned wistful. "I'm happy for you that your folks trusted you that much," she reflected. "They sound very supportive." She mulled over a pear, examining it for bruises, as she spoke. "Well, things move fast on a navy vessel; you'll probably be an officer before you can blink...