Recent content by Orina Emberkin

The Ministry of Niceties, Cultures, Arts, and Informations–also known as the MinoNice or simply Niceties–runs the Imperium's museums, colleges, libraries, Opera House, as well as its newspaper, The Saturday Evening Smelt, and the National Archives. It also manages a limited welfare system for...

@Daniil Ryalor @Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw @Vihmastaja "Daniil," Caden rasped. It was all he could say as their ragtag group stumbled into the hallway that had been converted into a temporary medical facility. He felt strong paws taking hold of him, lowering him to the ground, somebeast cutting...

@Aramaeus Lemon Orina clapped a paw on the todd's shoulder, steering him with her as they went through a busy intersection. "Self-taught, hm? Now there's a beast with drive and talent." They were out of the red light district and weaving their way through the crowd, which was denser the...

@Mileya Ryalor Asta carefully unbuckled the case to check on the instrument within. "Seeming to be okay," she said after giving it a thorough look. Closing up the case again, the jill took note of their surroundings. "Um, you knowing where we are? I getting lost easy in this city. How you...

@Daniil Ryalor @Morgan Liu @Kal Goldtail @Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw @Vihmastaja Rory gave Daniil a quick once-over, taking in his Guard dress uniform and half-panicked state. The big sea otter motioned for the todd to follow him back into the auditorium. "Come with me. We're collectin' any...

@Tanya Keltoi The fray in the atrium below had become such chaos that it was nearly impossible to get a clean shot. Orina sighted down another of the supremacists, but lost the shot behind one of the fighters pushing back against them. Her hiss of annoyance was cut off as an Unsmudgable came...

Caden turned his glass in his paws before taking another drink of the strong wine. "We all need such reminders at times. The world is a big place, and there are many places a beast could settle down and call home. Ultimately, I've found, it's about who you are with rather than where you are that...

Orina was nearly to the doors leading from the theater to the atrium when she first heard somebeast begin playing the flute from somewhere in the smoke, then came the shout ahead of her. "FOR MAR'KAN!" The squirrel swore again. Vulpine Supremacists. Her paws itched for a bow as she heard...

@Izakis @Kal Goldtail From somewhere that felt like beyond Liza's comprehension, somebeast was speaking to her. She couldn't make out words, could not identify the voice. Pain was beginning to replace numbness, and it felt like it was everywhere. The mouse blinked, looking down at a body. Her...

"Sounds like it'll be a pleasant couple of days." Orina commented dryly. "Just the vacation I need." At the mention of payment, the squirrel nodded. "A beast as experienced as you will of course be well compensated. Off the books, of course. I've kept several accounts well away from the prying...

@Aramaeus Lemon Orina pawed the book to the todd and walked with him towards the register. Once the book was purchased and they had left the stall, the black squirrel gave a subtle nod to the pair of Stealthblades waiting surreptitiously outside. One fell into step several paces in front of...

Beneath the stage, all was set. Michel ran one last check on the mechanical clocks ticking away and ensured the fuses were positioned correctly to be lit at the appropriate time. He stopped and listened as the Minister strode across the stage towards the plinth. The fox smiled. So long as the...

@Aramaeus Lemon "Aramaeus, then. Of the Ministry of Justice. It's good we can be honest with each other." Orina chuckled. "Justice, though. If you want, I can introduce you to somebeasts not far from the top of that Ministry if you attend the party. Impress the right beasts there and you'll be...

@Alwyn Ryalor @Daniil Ryalor @Aiken Brudenell @Marie "Whisper" Deftclaw Orina heard out the young Lieutenant as they approached the corpse. She squatted beside the body, taking hold of the head and turning it. "Messy," she muttered. Hooking a claw in the dead fox's collar, the squirrel pulled...

@Aramaeus Lemon Orina reached out a paw and clapped it on the golden fox's shoulder. Her grip was friendly yet firm. She adopted a serious tone despite her inner mirth. "I can understand, certainly. I think you may misunderstand the nature of the gathering I've invited you to. This is not some...