Recent content by Matisse Dubois

Grey eyes took in as much as his large ears, which perked at the influx of information he was absorbing. Though possessed of entirely different approaches, neither of the beasts in his company were at their most comfortable in such an event. In most cases he would revel in teasing about such a...

For a brief while Matisse allowed the words to skate over his consciousness in preference for the visuals. Most of the time he did not allow himself such indulgence: his work required a fastidious level of focus on every word spoken, gesture made, paw movement. This beast, he suspected, would be...

The sable's face creased in friendly relief to hear Ivo agree: it was good to do business. "Papers'll be no problem," he chuckled, "only need one paw unbroken for writin', eh? I'll make him sign it as part of the drubbin'" Of course curiosity nagged at him to know more about the nature of the...

As far as he was concerned, Matisse was off duty. His part in the sordid affair was complete until afterwards: unless there was dire need for his skills all that was left to do was wait and enjoy the party – and enjoy it he intended. This was far more his preference. Good alcohol, guarded words...

The sable's nose wrinkled, something between distaste and amusement hovering upon his handsome features. He leaned in a little closer, voice dropping somewhat as he spoke. "Well, see, 'e was a mate of mine when we was a bit younger. Bit rough 'round the edges but good type, you know? Well...

The todd was clearly reserved, too intelligent to relax his guard around a nosy commoner. Good. Ivo was showing all the signs of being the exact sort of beast Matisse could do good business with. Still, for now Matisse was going to have to think on which of the more serious targets he could use...

Matisse digested the information in silence for a few moments, nodding in understanding as his tailtip twitched. It was good to know the limitations and experience of this beast - as well as the cost. He noted the vagueness surrounding the concept of a hook and appreciated the creativity it...

Brows raised as the sable studied the drawing. It was impressive, to say the least - especially if the todd's claims were anything to be believed that he could create floor plans for just about anywhere in the city. Good quality and, if he was trusted, highly accurate. He might need to test that...

It was certainly a display of showmanship, if nothing else. Reminded of a whole other lifetime where entertainment had been paramount, Matisse could at the very least respect the craft and - regardless of whether it fit his aesthetic taste - the ethereal, unnerving kind of beauty being drawn...

The sable blinked slowly as he digested this information; though grey eyes could hardly fail to notice the pin and its associated meanings - nor the intent with which it was flashed - he seemed more bemused by the moment. "Lissen, mate," he replied, pulling up a chair regardless of whether Ivo...

Love. What a loaded word: one worth its weight in gold. Still he had no reason to take too much interest save the pursuit of information. This curious fox was clearly well-established in his trade and it always served him well to accrue broad knowledge of the ever-changing faces of the city's...

Though the low lighting did few favours for his eyesight, Matisse took in all that he could of the bizarre curiosities lining the walls; the decks of cards and vials; the warmth which felt, to the sable, oppressive in the heat of an already bright day. He wondered if it was all part of creating...

It was easy enough to play the role of a commoner in a place such as this. By now having whittled the piece of wood into a better approximation of the wren he was carving, the sable's ears flicked back as he noticed the blend of foxed talking beneath the general noise. Words were difficult to...

Matisse allowed a further smirk to cross his muzzle as the peculiar hedgehog made his request. He could at least respect the shrewd decision to take payment upfront: whatever the mystic was peddling he had clearly been doing it for some time. Content to see where the encounter would lead...

Where initially scorn or even disgust might have settled on his features at the thought of sharing anything with Yaro, the further mention of the Minister herself captured his attention. So she was not only already well aware of this hedgehog, but had presumably made use of his services? Whether...