Say this for you lot, 'least you know enough to keep what counts in working order.

[There's a scrape, likely from a boot on a hard surface.]

Even amongst great gallumphing lizards, eh?

[The phrase is too idle, as if there's something else on the tip of her tongue, waiting for the other words to get out of the way. After a moment, she snorts, ( Read more... )

Got just one question for you lot, eh? Why are you all gabbing about how to fend off the fae on the same magical contraptions what you woke up with? Ain't that asking to get spied on?

[The river is muted in the background, a bit more distant than the creak of leather. Her voice is somewhat slurred and rough, as if just waking. It's also deeply offended.] 'S all this then? Bloody twigs in my hair. Ain't midsummer's...

[There follows a silence, and when it is broken again, her voice is hard and loud. Hotly annoyed. Though she's ( Read more... )

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( I ever tell you about the time I set a man-rat on fire? )

( Avari is best described by words like stubborn, pig-headed and ox. )

Days'll be getting longer now. Shortest's come and gone. Don't mean the dark won't come back, mind, but the sun stays up longer. 'Less this city don't make no sense. Not that candles hanging off trees makes a lick of sense, mind ( Read more... )

[A snort.]

Turn my back for ten seconds and the lot of your are wussing again. What in the git's hell're you all on about now, eh?

[The recording clicks on with some scratching of graphite on paper, and a low, absent hum. It lasts the better part of a minute before a brief pause. Leather creaks as she shifts in her chair. There's a snort.]

Kennedy. Who said you could put that shirt on?

[There is a strained, stricken cry, born of something that seems more rage than sorrow. It's followed by a muddled crash of metal and shattering crockery. The din ebbs to the fractured rhythm of labored breathing, trails off into a solid moment of silence that is punctuated by one ragged sob. It is a long, long moment before she speaks, and then it ( Read more... )