Soul Searching

[Greeneye]

Greeneye was rushing through the streets, panting heavily. He was looking for a certain shop. Once he spotted it, he looked around.

"Swifttail! Swifttail!" He called out. "Look I-" He pulled out a dingy white rag from his pocket. "Truce, okay? I know we ain't on the best 'o terms right now, but- it's Silvertongue! He's sick or somefink. This ain't no trick, I swear on me affydavit on it." Greeneye was panting. "Go find 'is friends or what not. Bring every beast what 'e made an acquaintance wif, an' come to der shop what's called Botanica Magica. It's on the back streets."

Then, as quickly as Greeneye arrived, he left, running back down the street.

 

[SwifttailTheFox]

The heat of the forge roared in the small Blacksmith's shop, each hammerstrike ringing sharp off the iron block. Swifttail worked in tandem with the blacksmith, matching the rhythm, his paw blistered from days of repetition. He was focused, nose singed with soot, muscles taut from the effort, when the door banged open.

He turned just as Greeneye burst into view, panting, wild-eyed, clutching some dirty scrap in truce. Swifttail’s ears instinctfully perked and tensed his shoulders and he listened. When Greeneye turned to go, the fox gave a single nod. No hesitation. He wasn't going to let his distaste of the rat get in the way of an emergency.

He didn’t ask permission. He just caught the eye of the weasel blacksmith he’d been shadowing all week, and jerked his snout once toward the doorway.

Then he dropped the hammer. His apron came off in with a rug. He kicked aside the catch on the workshop’s narrow door and shot out into the street.

He didn’t know where most of his friends were these days. But he knew he'd have a shot at the docks, which he rapidly hurtled towards as he shot down the main thorough fare of the Trenches, dodging beats as he ran.

Finally rounding a small corner and seeing Bouillabaise Harbor sprawl out before him, he saw finally a familiar face. Totally winded, and looking an absolute ragged, sooty mess, he stopped at the beasts paws, Gaping for breath.

"S... Silvie's in *huff* t...trouble! Gotta *huff* find 'is friends *hurgh*"

 

[Kaii Nashirou]

Kaii was on his way towards the Ministry of Commerce. He needed to register his company apparently and it took him about three days to complete all of the paperwork needed. Now, coming back from the Stock Exchange, he was just genuinely tired. Not even fighting on the Urk was as exhausting mentally as dealing with mundane paperwork. Were he not in a situation where he still had to account for each penny, Kaii would long ago pay for someone to deal with legal and bureaucratic matters.

But as he padded purposefully through the city, focused on the stack of the documents in his paws, suddenly, a familiar todd stood in his way. Kaii needed exactly one half a second to put the paper on the cobblestones and get to support the poor beast. Seeing the state Swifttail was in, the marble fox got instinctively ready to fight, already taking out and expanding the pole of his weapon.

And it was further reinforced by the words he had finally managed. Kaii's oath to protect the two was still a thing. As such, he just took the papers into his bag as quickly as possible, before standing up and helping Swifttail to sit on the nearest bench.

"Rest before you go again. If Silvertongue needs his friends, seeing as he is a type to have plenty of those, I am sure we can find them easily."

Kaii voice was determined, his muzzle as stoic as ever. Letting Swifttail to cool down, he looked around. Fortunately, he was on one of the more important tracts going through the city. As such, per sheer coincidence, he'd managed to spot another familiar face.

"So easily in fact, we already found someone again!" He said to Swift before waving at the beast and raising his voice above the noises of the city around them. "Hello! Good to see you! We need some assistance! Silvie needs his friends!"