Rainblade-Ryalors Private Zann's Alley/Backyard Boys Will Be Boys

[Alwyn Ryalor]

Alwyn mostly nodded and played along with Lorcan’s act, being in a way the reverse “good cop” in a good cop, bad cop scenario with Falun being the “bad cop”, except that the “suspect” in this case was Lorcan. As he retrieved his bag, he felt the comforting hilt of his broadsword, and, the decidedly not comforting looseness of his coinpurse, which had been entirely emptied of its nearly two hundred gilders. Alwyn suppressed a wince, but he supposed the Sergeant, among other things, had “lost” that, as often tended to happen in cases before one ever saw a magistrate, unless it was directly related to tossing a suspect in prison, and even then, quite a bit of that could be lost. That vixen had turned out to be one of his most expensive “experiences” to date with that taken into account nearly three hundred gilders for a brief encounter that, in retrospect, was not in any way worth even a third of the original price.

I do have a problem...but...everybeast has problems, and I am not exactly going to be sent to the Vaelora Ryalor asylum to figure out what is wrong with me...it’s not like my father or mother are any better…

They were about to make their escape-at least out of this part of the station-when the clerk ordered them to freeze, and Alwyn tensed up. He could control himself, but he did not know how his two companions would act in a fight, and if they accidentally killed or severely injured a Fogey…

Luckily, though, it just appeared Lorcan had made a bit of an embarrassing error, and, despite himself, he turned his head to hide a slight chuckle under his breath.

Ah, someone from the country indeed.

@Lorcan Rainclaw @Falun Furotazzi

 

[Lorcan Rainclaw]

Ensuring that his own gear was amongst the collected objects, pressing the large warbow into the possession of Falun, Lorcan was only too eager to be making strides to their escape. After a lifetime of island living and the freedom it presented he was already feeling antsy with the enclosed space: fresh air would do the world of good. That or he was just sweating too much beneath the uniform.

Initially he had to fight to suppress any evident show of panic at being paused, ears flattening in awkwardness when she observed his state of dress. Said upbringing meant that the state of undress did not, itself, unduly embarrass Lorcan so much as his own ignorance before his new friends. “Trust me,” he grumbled, a small touch of humour colouring his growl, “I tighten these in any more places an’ the lot will split. Thanky’ for the advice on the sizin’ ma’am.”

Turning his attention back upon the other foxes, he was liberal with the baton once more, every inch the over-zealous new recruit as he harangued them. “Oi now, no smirkin’ or snickerin’, move move move! I won’t be late getting the paperwork back here because you won’t move your tails, so let’s go.”

 

[Falun Furotazzi]

Falun had to remind himself to breathe as they walked through the station, heading for the door. He was sure that they would be challenged, that someone would ask for transfer papers, would demand to know where Lorcan was taking the prisoners, would even notice that Lorcan matched the description of one of the prisoners himself... but then they were pushing open the door, and walking out onto the street.

Falun waited until they were a block away from the precinct house before looking to the other pair in disbelief. "I can' believe 'at bloody worked," he remarked, incredulity in his voice. "I mean, I knew 'em Fogeys weren' th' smartes' lot, bu' 'Gates, any dumber 'n 'ey'd be puttin' badges on potted plants!" He laughed, the sound a bit hoarse and tense. He raised his paws, inquiring, "Ya feel like lettin' me free on m' own reckon-sense?" He jangled the chains of his manacles meaningfully.

 

[Talinn Ryalor]

Alwyn breathed a deep sigh of relief as they made their way off and through the station-he was tense the entire time, worried that something would go horribly wrong, but, mercifully, the deception seemed to have worked, at least enough to get them this far. They were not quite out of the woods yet, being still relatively close to the station, but things were going much better than expected. He, like Falun, gave a nod to Lorcan, and extended both of his paws to have him unlock the manacles.

“I think it would be good to get both of our paws free from these things, for now, and then find someplace to lay low. We might have gotten out of the station, but it’s a flip of the gilder whether they pretend we were never arrested in the first place to avoid the embarrassment and consequences of letting us escape, or if they raise the whole district to try to find us. Based on that Sergeant and his, uh, rather personal reason for my incarceration, it may be the latter…”

@Falun Furotazzi @Lorcan Rainclaw

 

[Lorcan Rainclaw]

Oh, thank ‘Gates that had worked. Lorcan was equally surprised as Falun had been, and had been about to question the intelligence of the city at large when it became apparent it was just as unusual for the seasoned todds. Right, better not go getting too big an ego.

First challenge.

Swinging the keys idly, the large fox eyed his new comrades for a moment with a mischievous sparkle in dark eyes. “Hmmmm, I’ll have to think about it: be a terrible abandonment of me duties to let you go.” Letting the threat linger for just a few moments he first relieved the duo of his own gear before relenting and unlocking the manacles.

“Mmmh, I know I could use a change of clothes before somebeast actually comes to me with a problem,” Lorcan muttered, pocketing the manacles as he gave Alwyn a nod. Laying low hadn’t really been an idea of his when he’d set out today, but as the gears in his brain slowly turned to process their conundrum, he realised with a sigh that there might yet be an opportunity. “I think I might know just the place us three can go: we can sit tight for a few hours, let ‘em get bored of worrying about us and be back to normal no harm. Follow me.”

He would lead the other foxes towards the docks, keen to get hidden – and changed. In the combination of enthusiasm, buoyed confidence from the escape and the adrenaline of the adventure, he had completely forgotten that he was not supposed to be alone this evening.

 

[Falun Furotazzi]

Falun eagerly shed his manacles as soon as they were unlocked, tossing them into an alleyway to jangle noisily. He rubbed at his wrists, relieving where they'd been digging into his fur. "Wherever ya wanna go," Falun agreed, "I'm in. Can't go back ta th' Lily fer a few hours anyway, 'tis th' firs' place 'ey'll look fer me once 'ey know I'm sprung. Perks a' infamy an' all 'at." He gave a small shrug before glancing at Alwyn. "Ya migh' wanna stow yer tin soldier gettup too," he remarked. "Makes ya stand ou' a bit."

 

[Alwyn Ryalor]

Alwyn breathed deeply in relief as the manacles fell off and the suggestion to hide was accepted. They had done it, they had really done it, or, perhaps the Kitsune had allowed it, and no Fogeys had died either. He was not a stranger to killing, but he did not kill beasts who did not deserve it, and, as much as Falun might disagree, the Fogeys were still flesh and blood, still had hopes and dreams like them. He nodded at both them silently before the trio made their way to wherever Lorcan was leading them.

 

[Kinza Rainclaw]

Useless.

Kinza absolutely did not want to fall into the stereotype of blaming males for things on their gender, especially when that wasn't a trait of her mother, but having spent most of her years mainly only knowing a very small amount of todds, all of whom were in some way related to her, it wasn't easy to ignore the balance of probability. It didn't help that when Lorcan finally showed his face it was in the company of two other todds.

Roughing aside the garment she had been sewing, Kinza hopped down from the deck of her parents' ketch, Armina, and stalked along the dock toward them. She scowled at her brother.

"The bleedin' 'ell time ye call this? I waited for you in the square least an hour. Buggered off to see Dad in the hopes you ain't been disembowelled somewhere."

As she began to cool, her gaze flitted briefly between the two other foxes. Her annoyance extended to them, but she felt her tail tip twitch that they were both around her age and unhelpfully handsome.

@Lorcan Rainclaw @Falun Furotazzi @Alwyn Ryalor​

 

[Falun Furotazzi]

Falun didn't like ships. That he'd been born on one, spent the early years of his life on one, hadn't served to endear the ocean to him. His memories of those days were foggy, but he vaguely recalled The Golden Hide as being cramped and smelly, even to a toddler's sensibilities. He'd been happy to move into Freedom Manor, and, to be honest, just fine with going to Vito's second home, even if it was smaller. Sure, it had come with the death of both his birth parents, but in losing his family, he'd gained a Family. He considered the trade worthwhile.

Falun glanced at the name of the ship, furrowing his brow. His memories of Armina Rogue were fuzzy, little more than an impression of gray fur at a distance. He knew about the famed serial killer, of course, and knew that his father hadn't liked her much; he vaguely recalled that name coming up a lot in angry tones during those early days, enough to instill a vaguely negative association in Falun's mind that had only been reinforced by the popular discourse since. That Lorcan's family had named their vessel such he presumed to be unfortunate coincidence, or else a joke in such bad taste that Falun couldn't pierce it yet. Still, despite the brief queasiness that overtook him at the mere sight of a sailing vessel, Falun followed after Lorcan, approaching the scowling vixen who could only be his sister based on age, appearance, and the generally bad temper with which she regarded him. He knew very well the sort of look that sisters gave their brothers; Marianna gave him that same look near constantly.

"Ain' 'is fault," Falun objected, then amended. "Well, it's 'alf 'is fault. Bloody dolt got us caught an' thrown in a Fogey cell. We got ourselves sprung, though." He stepped forward, offering a paw. "Falun," he introduced himself. "Falun Furotazzi, atcher service."

 

[Talinn Ryalor]

Alwyn was trailing behind the other two, nervously keeping an eye out for any pursuing Fogeys, as Lorcan led him to their destination, though it did not escape him that they were heading towards the docks-curious, did he happen to have a ship? If so, that would be excellent-they might scour some of the local homes, look through some of the inns, maybe even some restaurants, but he doubted they would bother to search a ship, let alone the multitude at the docks. Besides, they were now in a different sector, and unless it was for something quite serious, or it was supremely easy to do, one was usually home free if they made it into another sector. After all, no sector commander wanted to take on the work of another, short-staffed as they were. He relaxed a little. It seemed they were going to be okay after all.

And, I heard that there’s this new hedgehog that helps people with their problems. Maybe I could go see them as my relations with vixens are now seriously causing me problems. Yeah, I-

And then, a strikingly beautiful vixen accosted the group, jumping down from a nearby ship. Alwyn was rarely gobsmacked by a vixen, but he froze for a moment. That voice, that style, that accent, those beautiful eyes, hell, even the demeanor with which she addressed her brother, forthright. While he appreciated all sorts of vixens, this one was a rare stunner.

Letting Falun speak first, so that he could collect himself, he chuckled at Falun’s remarks, then nodded, careful to leave out his last name for now.

“And mine is Alwyn. Don’t worry, your brother did not cause too much trouble, except to neglect to tell me about you.” He similarly offered a paw, then gave her a slight, winning smile. “But I can see why he would be cautious about letting people know about such a treasure.”

@Falun Furotazzi @Kinza Rainclaw