Recent content by Matisse Dubois

There was so much more to say, to ask, to press the hedgehog on. Matisse elected on time and place: as it was he felt vulnerable in a manner he had not felt in years, and the beautiful, claustrophobic nature of the seer’s cart was enough to assure him that he should heed the advice and leave...

How strange it was for one so cynical to fall so readily into the very tales he scoffed at when malicious intent sat so readily to paw. The promise of weaponry stirred something in his injured soul. Were it not for risk to the Imperium he would have happily shipped this wretched thing to Alkamar...

The confined space suddenly felt uncomfortably hot; was it part of the atmospherics this hedgehog was creating or just in his mind? The stiffness of Matisse’s posture did not shift, convinced as he was that he might start feeling the need to fidget or pace if he relaxed. What had begun as a...

With his employer accounted for and being escorted to safety, Matisse had occupied himself with clearing the final debris and exiting the building. Hooked swords returned to their rightful places on his belt and, with paws free, allowed himself at last to mop ash and soot smuts from his face...

Shipmates, eh? Matisse noted the explanation from Darragh at once, filing it away in the few spaces left to think between the tasks of dragging bodies and ducking the odd bolt. The chaos of combat aside, it was certainly dredging up memories. Piling corpses, trying to ignore the crackle of fire...

Painted claws sunk into the fabric of his slacks, still-tacky paint doubtless leaving an imprint on the material as he sat increasingly stiff. He was a beast immersed in a world of blood and grit and the harsh realities of life: the more time he spent here, trying to play the game and permit...

Matisse continued to split his time between clearing the floor and darting out to deal with supremacists getting too close; in doing so he found unconscious relief to be joined by another mustelid. Enthusiasm seemed to make up for anything else as the youngster bellowed the name of one of the...

Grey eyes had raised to the array of balconies and boxes when Dusk gave her instruction to find Orina, wondering in the back of his mind where the squirrel had disappeared to: he had been distracted during her departure when the commotion had first begun. The sable did not particularly relish...

Keeping his gaze politely distant as he relayed his information, Matisse was gripped with the same lurch of unspecified dread in the calm before the storm; when it broke, however, he had hardly anticipated such a scene. Explosions were hardly unheard of in the scheme of his career but the sheer...

At last slithering his way between the throngs of confused beasts, Matisse popped up with timing which was either merciful or terrible depending on perspective. Like a moonshadow the spymaster was on the scene beside Dusk no sooner had Mina Rose begun to depart, noting the prevailing mood of the...

The place was in pandemonium: all this over one dead body. Had these beasts never walked the streets of Bully Harbour? Honestly. Skirting the auditorium amidst the chaos on his slow progress towards Dusk, Matisse filled the time by collecting his weapons. Off-duty as he had been it would not...

It had been a genuine offer to assist for Matisse had taken a shine to Caden and Daniil in the brief time they had met. That Alwyn took offence enough to presume insult by it, and then to further insult his own capabilities when Matisse was not on duty tonight, proved telling enough to the...

With Caden and Daniil swiftly on the move, Matisse thought it prudent to at least show willing; it was not difficult considering he was already concerned with what was taking place. He followed the two onto the stage as they saw to Asta, scanning the scene above with arched brows. Impactful, if...

With a decisive nod, Matisse rose to his footpaws. "Aye, I think that'll about do it. Looks like my mate's not about to show so I'd better shove off and make meself busy. You happen to see a rat by the nickname Webby in 'ere later though you tell him his friend missed him." He very much doubted...

"Alright, boss." Picking up the paper, it was folded and shoved into his coat pocket without a second glance: that, after all, was not the exercise for today. The sable sat back, scratching his muzzle in idle thought for a moment or two as he seemed to mull something over. "A week, aye? Same...