A stray kitten found me on my way to my shift this morning and seems very attached. He's a little bit of a runt but in good health from what I can tell. He seems to like my shoulder as well.

[a few pen taps]

Whoever came into my room two nights ago to hang those curst things needs to confess. It's extremely rude and I do not enjoy working my way ( Read more... )

I'm extraordinarily embarrassed, Oath.

Your sword is repaired; I've been busy between the guard and the shop. Please, accept my apologies.

I suppose I should tell everyone where they can see. I've been given ownership of the stall formerly run by Sniper, Black Go. Unfortunately, Fugue also requested I become a guard full-time, versus part-time, as Drake, Black God re had me working.

However, I'm still very interested in repairing blades and keeping track of the weapons distributed ( Read more... )

[bloody fingerprints are on the borders where someone had been flipping through pages, though it isn't wet]The body left is not Honor's, but the one claiming my face. You will know her by the burn on her face ( Read more... )

[written in Honor's writing]

Oh, the news is gripping me, simply tearing me apart insideI have to spill the bag of beans ( Read more... )

Thank you for hiring me, Drake.

[ooc: xD I figured Honor would be a little bit offended by his manner and wouldn't have given much thanks at the prospect of the guard job immediately. ♥]