Post by Emma and Jade on Oct 18, 2006 1:08:49 GMT -5
So...I FINALLY got this freakin' thing done. Hopefully find it all amusing. For those of you who don't remember I was writing a Sly Cooper based story featuring some of our daemons. For those of you who don't know what Sly Cooper is, look it up on Wikipedia.
And now, our feature presentation:
Ryn stood perched atop the Moulin Rouge, his physique silhouetted in the night sky next to the symbolic windmill. He subconsciously moved a paw to pat his messenger bag, making sure the classified files on The Seductress were still there. Soon after beginning his quest, several days before, Ryn realized his very big dilemma. If The Seductress had the ability to make any man do her bidding, what made him think he’d be immune? If he were to confront her she could easily make him relinquish the Interpol files he had on her...among other things, but he preferred not to think of those. If Ryn were to fall prey to her it could ruin his career as a master thief. But wasn’t this what the Cooper family thrived on? The ultimate challenge for the ultimate prize?
“What am I even doing?” he muttered to himself. He squatted down and scratched his head under his cap. To be bluntly honest, Ryn didn’t have a hint of a plan on how to go about this.
Although, he thought to himself, I don’t even know where she is, or if she’s still in the district.
To explain this thought more thoroughly, he had been scouring the disgusting back alleyways of the Red Light district and hadn’t seen so much as an eyelash of the “charming” Bellanei Fox. He even, against the every fiber of his being, tentatively ventured into the Moulin Rouge but found it much too busy for him to sneak around without being noticed by half a dozen half drunk can-can girls. But his “scouring” was limited to spying the streets from the roof tops so as to remain inconspicuous.
Perhaps she became bored with this place and moved on to bigger, better things, Ryn thought hopefully. He would rather not go inside the building again. He finally came to the conclusion that he would have to actively search for the mysterious fox beginning with interrogating the patrons of the district. Perhaps, he hoped, someone would have some information on where she was.
Ryn re-adjusted his cap before gracefully jumping to the ground, cane in hand(because every member of the Cooper clan had a weapon or tool with the distinctive C shape to represent the Cooper name). Immediately Ryn’s insecurities rose. From the roof he could see every movement, but here on the ground his observations were much more limited. It didn’t help the matter that the second after he landed on the ground the lamp post beside him flickered and went out. He sighed.
He slowly began wandering the cobbled streets looking for people to question, hearing the occasional odd murmur behind closed doors. Every once in a while he gave an involuntary shudder, because every street he looked through contained not a single soul.
That’s odd, he thought to himself, a moment ago there were people everywhere. He scratched his head again and turned to leave, but a firm grip on his shoulder stopped him cold in his tracks. Ryn nearly jumped out of his fur but he tried to keep his composure as Coopers rarely let things startle them. The firm grip on his shoulder spun him around and Ryn found himself face to face with a pretty complexion.
“Hey there handsome,” said a girl, her face highlighted only by the silver moonlight. Her curly locks accentuated her perfectly featured canine face. “Looking for a little fun?”
Ryn felt himself blushing with the embarrassment of the situation.
“N-n-no...no,” he stuttered. The girl pouted as if to look hurt.
“Thank you,” he added as an afterthought, “but no.”
After a moment of contemplation the girl spoke again.
“So tell me, what’s a handsome boy like you doing wandering these streets all by your lonesome if you aren’t looking for the company of a pretty girl like myself?” She fanned herself with a hand and shot him a very seducing look.
“Actually,” Ryn swallowed, “I’m looking for someone in particular. Perhaps you could help me find her?”
Hands on her hips, the girl raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps...who are you looking for?”
“Um...someone by the name of Bellanei Fox.”
“HA!” The girl yelled so loudly it echoed down the empty alleyway. “That little fraud,” she spat with venom in her voice. She began pacing back and forth in front of a now very frazzled Ryn.
“I could have guessed. Ever since she came along business has been bad for the rest of us. She makes a mockery of what we girls do for an honest living,” she snorted. Ryn wanted to say something on the part about an “honest living” but decided it would be best not to make the pretty lady angry.
“Prancing around like she owns the place...has every guy in Paris wrapped around her little finger,” the volume of her voice was steadily rising. Even her heels seemed to click more angrily against the cobbled street. “Hardly a bite left for the rest of us! Oooh, if I ever see that smug face of hers again I’ll make sure she needs to go on Extreme Makeover.”
Ryn shrank a little and grabbed his cane in both hands.
“Extreme Makeover?”
“It’s an American TV show,” she waved a paw at him.
“Oh...”
“This boy bothering you, Narcissa?” spoke a new voice. Ryn vaguely saw the silhouette of another girl coming around the corner of the street, followed by a few others. They all gathered around Narcissa and turned their hate filled gazes towards Ryn. Narcissa stopped pacing and turned to her friends.
Too much angry estrogen in one spot, Ryn thought to himself. I’m doomed.
“Get this...I offer to keep him company and not only does he refuse but he asks me to help him look for Bellanei!”
The group of girls burst with vengeful laughter.
“That wretch!”
“Such a fake!”
“I hope she drowns in La Seine!”
The girl who first questioned Narcissa walked up to Ryn, towering over him. She was a wolf with a strong, fierce beauty similar to what you see in tribal women in Africa. She looked at Ryn as if she were trying to burn a hole straight through his skull.
“What gives you the nerve to say that name around us?” She said in a deadly whisper. Ryn swallowed again.
“I...I...”
Keep your cool Ryn, you’re supposed to be witty and nonchalant. Not blabbering on like an adolescent boy.
Ryn straightened up and attempted to look cool by leaning on his cane.
“You...you seem to have confused my intentions. I’m not looking for Bellanei as ‘company’,” he gave another involuntary shudder.
“Oh really,” said another girl, a husky, “then why are you looking for her?”
Ryn stopped to regain his composure once more.
“I’m looking for her because...I heard she’s joined a crime syndicate. And I’m trying to take them down.”
The girls looked at Ryn like he just blind sided them. After several minutes of blank looks he waived a paw in front of them to see if they were still on Earth. The wolf grabbed him by the shoulders.
“You mean to tell us...that you’re here to get rid of Bellanei?”
He nodded. The wolf turned hysterical with laughter. But before she could shake him to death with her excitement Narcissa pulled him aside.
“Let me get a better look at you...step into the light.”
Narcissa guided him into a shaft of moonlight to better illuminate his face. His striking resemblance to a certain infamous racoon caught her attention. Her kind face, radiating in the glow of the moon mesmerized Ryn. He could see sadness in her eyes...
“Hey,” said the Husky, breaking him from his trance with her piercingly annoying voice, “he looks just like that Cooper guy that Bell’s sister is always after!”
“You mean Sly? Yes, he’s my cousin.”
“Oh this is too perfect,” the wolf doubled over and howled with laughter. “Kid, I like you already!”
“Well,” Narcissa said seriously, her hands on Ryn’s shoulders, “if you want to go after Bellanei, we’re going to help you. Why don’t we all go to my place. It’ll be warm and we can talk in private.”
At her cue, the girls flanked Ryn and escorted him down the street in the direction of Narcissa’s house.
“We are just going to talk...right,” he asked, now a bit nervous. The wolf chuckled.
“Don’t you worry kid. Tonight is all about getting our revenge on Bellanei.”
And the girls cackled like a clan of hyenas.
* * *
Ten minutes later the red panda found himself sitting at a simple round wooden table, in a simple box shaped room. Beige curtains covered the windows, an unmade bed in one corner. A simple wood dresser on the opposite side of the room, on top of which sat a cracked vanity mirror. The room was lit by the warm thick glow of the fireplace. Narcissa poured steaming water from a dented copper kettle into the dusty mis-matched teacups sitting in front of each of her guests. Then she sat the kettle down in the center of the table before joining the group of ‘Bell Hater’s Anonymous’. Now that there was proper lighting Ryn could clearly see the faces of all the girls he had encountered in the street.
“So kid, why exactly did you decide to hunt our vexing vixen,” the wolf asked. She had powder grey fur and wore a slim periwinkle dress.
“Well...” Ryn started after attempting to burn his tongue on his tea. “As you’ve already noted, I’m a Cooper. My mother died when I was young so I’ve had to teach myself how to become a thief based on stories she told me when I was a child. But now I’ve decided it was time I actually prove myself worthy of my heritage. To do that I have to pull off a heist of a grand scale. Going after the sister of an Interpol officer seemed a good place to start.
“I’m not as witty, sarcastic, charming, or oozing with self-confidence like all of my relatives, and I’m certainly not a flirt like I’ve heard my cousin is. I don’t even have any friends to help me. But I’m determined to prove I’m as good as the best of them.”
“Oh honey, I’m positive you can do it,” said the husky. “I’ve heard so many stories about you Coopers, and even the worst of them is talented enough to avoid arrest.”
“She’s right,” added the wolf. “It seems to me like you just haven’t had a chance to spread your wings yet, as it were.”
There was a pause as everyone stopped to take a sip of their tea.
“You know, I just realized none of us have properly introduced ourselves. Well you already know our friend Narcissa here...”
Narcissa nodded. She was a red fox with tight golden curls of hair gently framing her face. A deep purple ribbon held some of her hair back in a pony tail. She wore a poofy can-can dancer dress of the same color with magenta accents.
“And I’m Aabria,” said the wolf.
“My name’s Dutchess!” The husky shouted a bit over-enthusiastically, and she leaned over the table to shake Ryn’s hand. She wore a dress of similar style to Narcissa’s, though it was light blue and white.
“I’m Shalinka,” said the next girl. Her voice was quiet yet mysterious, with a slight accent, most likely Russian. She was a Taigan with long flowing black hair and piercing brown eyes.
“And this is my twin sister, Claudia,” she turned to her left.
“Privet,” said Claudia, which confirmed his thought that they were Russian. Both sisters wore matching flowing crimson colored dresses. Ryn took off his cap out of politeness.
“I’m Ryn. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
“Oh the pleasure’s all ours,” said Aabria. “Now, let’s get on to business. First of all, how much do you know about Bellanei?”
“Not a whole lot. I know that she’s the sister of an Interpol officer and that she seems to have the uncanny ability to seduce men into doing whatever she wants. It’s that fact that worries me. I’ve been pondering how I’m supposed to get information out of her when she can just snap her fingers to have me kiss the ground she walks on.”
The girls chuckled.
“But the most important piece of information I need are her whereabouts. Last I heard she was in this district.”
“Unfortunately for you, very fortunate for us, she left. A few weeks ago I believe,” said Narcissa.
“But I know where she is,” piped Dutches. She leaned forward, casting her eyes about the table, then began speaking in a conspiratory whisper. “Word on the street is...she was hired by some fat cat in the States. I mean literally, he’s a cat, but not fat mind you. I mean ‘fat cat’ as in he’s filthy stinkin’ rich...”
“We all know what the term ‘fat cat’ means, Dutchess...just get to the point,” Aabria rolled her eyes. Dutchess glared at her.
“You’re always treating me like I’m a child!”
“Because you act like one.”
Dutchess let out a high pitch gasped. “I do not!”
“Can vee please get back to business,” Shalinka said in a dark and deadly tone which seemed to put a cold chill through Dutchess. With a scared glance at the Taigan she slowly went back into conspiracy mode.
“So...she was hired by this cat right? Hired to handle business transactions from what I heard. Who knows what kind of “business transactions” these are...”
“But where exactly is she? Telling us she was hired by some big shot in America does not tell us where she is,” Claudia pointed out.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I was getting there.”
“Well get there faster,” Narcissa scowled, finally getting fed up with the husky herself.
“She’s in Canada, alright. Least that’s what I heard anyway.”
“Do you know specifically where in Canada per chance,” asked Ryn.
“Sorry to say I don’t. But that’s a start right?”
Aabria sighed. “Yes, it’s better than nothing. But we have a bigger problem it seems. How is Ryn here supposed to get near Bell without becoming her faithful slave?”
All of them looked a little solemn at the thought. They thought hard as they stirred and sipped their tea.
“This...may sound a bit eccentric, but perhaps...what if Ryn were to dress as a girl,” Shalinka proposed. The thought rolled around in their heads for a moment before they brightened up to the idea.
“You know,” said Narcissa, “That might actually work!”
“Yes, my thought was, if he were to dress as a girl, Bell would pay no heed to him. She has no power over women after all.”
“Unless you count her ability to turn other women into vindictive she-devils!”
And they cackled once more like hyenas in the night...
~ ~ ~
The conversation went late into the night. After a small Bellanei bashing party the girls proceeded with giving me a make over. They wanted to make dead sure I could pull of looking like a girl. Each of the girls supplied me with a dress or other article of clothing as well as an absurd amount of make-up. I had no idea girls put so much make-up on their faces. Is that even normal? Well, besides making sure I looked like a girl they taught me how to act and move like one. Aabria told me she was impressed with how quickly I picked up the movements, then started to wonder if I moonlighted as a drag queen on weekends.
After spending the night at Narcissa’s place, (and no, NOTHING happened) the girls pulled some strings and called in some favors. They managed to get me a huge discount on an AirBus heading for Quebec that morning a.k.a. ‘Ryn had to spend 12 hours stuffed into a suitcase’. You realize there’s no bathrooms in a suitcase? But besides my luggage escapades it seemed like things were looking up. I finally had a direction to go in. Not a very defined direction, but a direction none-the-less. I’ve also learned that Bellanei is working for some ‘cat’, and I believe this ‘cat’ has something to do with the gang Bellanei joined. Only time and some more stolen information will tell. Until then, I’ll just be happy to finally get out of this suitcase...
~ ~ ~
Aboard AIRBUS A350, Flight 77, 8:00am Atlantic Time:
(A large, plain brown suitcase is seen wobbling of its own accord in the storage bay)
THUD THUD THUD
“Hello? Anyone out there? You wouldn’t happen to have a portable bathroom with you by any chance?...Hello?”
(Suitcase falls over)
*******
Author’s Note: Well that only took me FOREVER to do. Sheesh. Well I decided I should write a few things down for you all in case you are confused by anything.
-Interpol for those who don’t know is the international police organization.
-La Seine is a river in Paris.
-A Taigan is a Russian breed of greyhound.
I think that’s it. Well, hope you enjoy this first chapter!
And now, our feature presentation:
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EPISODE 1
RYN COOPER IN: LADIES OF THE NIGHT
RYN COOPER IN: LADIES OF THE NIGHT
Ryn stood perched atop the Moulin Rouge, his physique silhouetted in the night sky next to the symbolic windmill. He subconsciously moved a paw to pat his messenger bag, making sure the classified files on The Seductress were still there. Soon after beginning his quest, several days before, Ryn realized his very big dilemma. If The Seductress had the ability to make any man do her bidding, what made him think he’d be immune? If he were to confront her she could easily make him relinquish the Interpol files he had on her...among other things, but he preferred not to think of those. If Ryn were to fall prey to her it could ruin his career as a master thief. But wasn’t this what the Cooper family thrived on? The ultimate challenge for the ultimate prize?
“What am I even doing?” he muttered to himself. He squatted down and scratched his head under his cap. To be bluntly honest, Ryn didn’t have a hint of a plan on how to go about this.
Although, he thought to himself, I don’t even know where she is, or if she’s still in the district.
To explain this thought more thoroughly, he had been scouring the disgusting back alleyways of the Red Light district and hadn’t seen so much as an eyelash of the “charming” Bellanei Fox. He even, against the every fiber of his being, tentatively ventured into the Moulin Rouge but found it much too busy for him to sneak around without being noticed by half a dozen half drunk can-can girls. But his “scouring” was limited to spying the streets from the roof tops so as to remain inconspicuous.
Perhaps she became bored with this place and moved on to bigger, better things, Ryn thought hopefully. He would rather not go inside the building again. He finally came to the conclusion that he would have to actively search for the mysterious fox beginning with interrogating the patrons of the district. Perhaps, he hoped, someone would have some information on where she was.
Ryn re-adjusted his cap before gracefully jumping to the ground, cane in hand(because every member of the Cooper clan had a weapon or tool with the distinctive C shape to represent the Cooper name). Immediately Ryn’s insecurities rose. From the roof he could see every movement, but here on the ground his observations were much more limited. It didn’t help the matter that the second after he landed on the ground the lamp post beside him flickered and went out. He sighed.
He slowly began wandering the cobbled streets looking for people to question, hearing the occasional odd murmur behind closed doors. Every once in a while he gave an involuntary shudder, because every street he looked through contained not a single soul.
That’s odd, he thought to himself, a moment ago there were people everywhere. He scratched his head again and turned to leave, but a firm grip on his shoulder stopped him cold in his tracks. Ryn nearly jumped out of his fur but he tried to keep his composure as Coopers rarely let things startle them. The firm grip on his shoulder spun him around and Ryn found himself face to face with a pretty complexion.
“Hey there handsome,” said a girl, her face highlighted only by the silver moonlight. Her curly locks accentuated her perfectly featured canine face. “Looking for a little fun?”
Ryn felt himself blushing with the embarrassment of the situation.
“N-n-no...no,” he stuttered. The girl pouted as if to look hurt.
“Thank you,” he added as an afterthought, “but no.”
After a moment of contemplation the girl spoke again.
“So tell me, what’s a handsome boy like you doing wandering these streets all by your lonesome if you aren’t looking for the company of a pretty girl like myself?” She fanned herself with a hand and shot him a very seducing look.
“Actually,” Ryn swallowed, “I’m looking for someone in particular. Perhaps you could help me find her?”
Hands on her hips, the girl raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps...who are you looking for?”
“Um...someone by the name of Bellanei Fox.”
“HA!” The girl yelled so loudly it echoed down the empty alleyway. “That little fraud,” she spat with venom in her voice. She began pacing back and forth in front of a now very frazzled Ryn.
“I could have guessed. Ever since she came along business has been bad for the rest of us. She makes a mockery of what we girls do for an honest living,” she snorted. Ryn wanted to say something on the part about an “honest living” but decided it would be best not to make the pretty lady angry.
“Prancing around like she owns the place...has every guy in Paris wrapped around her little finger,” the volume of her voice was steadily rising. Even her heels seemed to click more angrily against the cobbled street. “Hardly a bite left for the rest of us! Oooh, if I ever see that smug face of hers again I’ll make sure she needs to go on Extreme Makeover.”
Ryn shrank a little and grabbed his cane in both hands.
“Extreme Makeover?”
“It’s an American TV show,” she waved a paw at him.
“Oh...”
“This boy bothering you, Narcissa?” spoke a new voice. Ryn vaguely saw the silhouette of another girl coming around the corner of the street, followed by a few others. They all gathered around Narcissa and turned their hate filled gazes towards Ryn. Narcissa stopped pacing and turned to her friends.
Too much angry estrogen in one spot, Ryn thought to himself. I’m doomed.
“Get this...I offer to keep him company and not only does he refuse but he asks me to help him look for Bellanei!”
The group of girls burst with vengeful laughter.
“That wretch!”
“Such a fake!”
“I hope she drowns in La Seine!”
The girl who first questioned Narcissa walked up to Ryn, towering over him. She was a wolf with a strong, fierce beauty similar to what you see in tribal women in Africa. She looked at Ryn as if she were trying to burn a hole straight through his skull.
“What gives you the nerve to say that name around us?” She said in a deadly whisper. Ryn swallowed again.
“I...I...”
Keep your cool Ryn, you’re supposed to be witty and nonchalant. Not blabbering on like an adolescent boy.
Ryn straightened up and attempted to look cool by leaning on his cane.
“You...you seem to have confused my intentions. I’m not looking for Bellanei as ‘company’,” he gave another involuntary shudder.
“Oh really,” said another girl, a husky, “then why are you looking for her?”
Ryn stopped to regain his composure once more.
“I’m looking for her because...I heard she’s joined a crime syndicate. And I’m trying to take them down.”
The girls looked at Ryn like he just blind sided them. After several minutes of blank looks he waived a paw in front of them to see if they were still on Earth. The wolf grabbed him by the shoulders.
“You mean to tell us...that you’re here to get rid of Bellanei?”
He nodded. The wolf turned hysterical with laughter. But before she could shake him to death with her excitement Narcissa pulled him aside.
“Let me get a better look at you...step into the light.”
Narcissa guided him into a shaft of moonlight to better illuminate his face. His striking resemblance to a certain infamous racoon caught her attention. Her kind face, radiating in the glow of the moon mesmerized Ryn. He could see sadness in her eyes...
“Hey,” said the Husky, breaking him from his trance with her piercingly annoying voice, “he looks just like that Cooper guy that Bell’s sister is always after!”
“You mean Sly? Yes, he’s my cousin.”
“Oh this is too perfect,” the wolf doubled over and howled with laughter. “Kid, I like you already!”
“Well,” Narcissa said seriously, her hands on Ryn’s shoulders, “if you want to go after Bellanei, we’re going to help you. Why don’t we all go to my place. It’ll be warm and we can talk in private.”
At her cue, the girls flanked Ryn and escorted him down the street in the direction of Narcissa’s house.
“We are just going to talk...right,” he asked, now a bit nervous. The wolf chuckled.
“Don’t you worry kid. Tonight is all about getting our revenge on Bellanei.”
And the girls cackled like a clan of hyenas.
* * *
Ten minutes later the red panda found himself sitting at a simple round wooden table, in a simple box shaped room. Beige curtains covered the windows, an unmade bed in one corner. A simple wood dresser on the opposite side of the room, on top of which sat a cracked vanity mirror. The room was lit by the warm thick glow of the fireplace. Narcissa poured steaming water from a dented copper kettle into the dusty mis-matched teacups sitting in front of each of her guests. Then she sat the kettle down in the center of the table before joining the group of ‘Bell Hater’s Anonymous’. Now that there was proper lighting Ryn could clearly see the faces of all the girls he had encountered in the street.
“So kid, why exactly did you decide to hunt our vexing vixen,” the wolf asked. She had powder grey fur and wore a slim periwinkle dress.
“Well...” Ryn started after attempting to burn his tongue on his tea. “As you’ve already noted, I’m a Cooper. My mother died when I was young so I’ve had to teach myself how to become a thief based on stories she told me when I was a child. But now I’ve decided it was time I actually prove myself worthy of my heritage. To do that I have to pull off a heist of a grand scale. Going after the sister of an Interpol officer seemed a good place to start.
“I’m not as witty, sarcastic, charming, or oozing with self-confidence like all of my relatives, and I’m certainly not a flirt like I’ve heard my cousin is. I don’t even have any friends to help me. But I’m determined to prove I’m as good as the best of them.”
“Oh honey, I’m positive you can do it,” said the husky. “I’ve heard so many stories about you Coopers, and even the worst of them is talented enough to avoid arrest.”
“She’s right,” added the wolf. “It seems to me like you just haven’t had a chance to spread your wings yet, as it were.”
There was a pause as everyone stopped to take a sip of their tea.
“You know, I just realized none of us have properly introduced ourselves. Well you already know our friend Narcissa here...”
Narcissa nodded. She was a red fox with tight golden curls of hair gently framing her face. A deep purple ribbon held some of her hair back in a pony tail. She wore a poofy can-can dancer dress of the same color with magenta accents.
“And I’m Aabria,” said the wolf.
“My name’s Dutchess!” The husky shouted a bit over-enthusiastically, and she leaned over the table to shake Ryn’s hand. She wore a dress of similar style to Narcissa’s, though it was light blue and white.
“I’m Shalinka,” said the next girl. Her voice was quiet yet mysterious, with a slight accent, most likely Russian. She was a Taigan with long flowing black hair and piercing brown eyes.
“And this is my twin sister, Claudia,” she turned to her left.
“Privet,” said Claudia, which confirmed his thought that they were Russian. Both sisters wore matching flowing crimson colored dresses. Ryn took off his cap out of politeness.
“I’m Ryn. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
“Oh the pleasure’s all ours,” said Aabria. “Now, let’s get on to business. First of all, how much do you know about Bellanei?”
“Not a whole lot. I know that she’s the sister of an Interpol officer and that she seems to have the uncanny ability to seduce men into doing whatever she wants. It’s that fact that worries me. I’ve been pondering how I’m supposed to get information out of her when she can just snap her fingers to have me kiss the ground she walks on.”
The girls chuckled.
“But the most important piece of information I need are her whereabouts. Last I heard she was in this district.”
“Unfortunately for you, very fortunate for us, she left. A few weeks ago I believe,” said Narcissa.
“But I know where she is,” piped Dutches. She leaned forward, casting her eyes about the table, then began speaking in a conspiratory whisper. “Word on the street is...she was hired by some fat cat in the States. I mean literally, he’s a cat, but not fat mind you. I mean ‘fat cat’ as in he’s filthy stinkin’ rich...”
“We all know what the term ‘fat cat’ means, Dutchess...just get to the point,” Aabria rolled her eyes. Dutchess glared at her.
“You’re always treating me like I’m a child!”
“Because you act like one.”
Dutchess let out a high pitch gasped. “I do not!”
“Can vee please get back to business,” Shalinka said in a dark and deadly tone which seemed to put a cold chill through Dutchess. With a scared glance at the Taigan she slowly went back into conspiracy mode.
“So...she was hired by this cat right? Hired to handle business transactions from what I heard. Who knows what kind of “business transactions” these are...”
“But where exactly is she? Telling us she was hired by some big shot in America does not tell us where she is,” Claudia pointed out.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I was getting there.”
“Well get there faster,” Narcissa scowled, finally getting fed up with the husky herself.
“She’s in Canada, alright. Least that’s what I heard anyway.”
“Do you know specifically where in Canada per chance,” asked Ryn.
“Sorry to say I don’t. But that’s a start right?”
Aabria sighed. “Yes, it’s better than nothing. But we have a bigger problem it seems. How is Ryn here supposed to get near Bell without becoming her faithful slave?”
All of them looked a little solemn at the thought. They thought hard as they stirred and sipped their tea.
“This...may sound a bit eccentric, but perhaps...what if Ryn were to dress as a girl,” Shalinka proposed. The thought rolled around in their heads for a moment before they brightened up to the idea.
“You know,” said Narcissa, “That might actually work!”
“Yes, my thought was, if he were to dress as a girl, Bell would pay no heed to him. She has no power over women after all.”
“Unless you count her ability to turn other women into vindictive she-devils!”
And they cackled once more like hyenas in the night...
~ ~ ~
The conversation went late into the night. After a small Bellanei bashing party the girls proceeded with giving me a make over. They wanted to make dead sure I could pull of looking like a girl. Each of the girls supplied me with a dress or other article of clothing as well as an absurd amount of make-up. I had no idea girls put so much make-up on their faces. Is that even normal? Well, besides making sure I looked like a girl they taught me how to act and move like one. Aabria told me she was impressed with how quickly I picked up the movements, then started to wonder if I moonlighted as a drag queen on weekends.
After spending the night at Narcissa’s place, (and no, NOTHING happened) the girls pulled some strings and called in some favors. They managed to get me a huge discount on an AirBus heading for Quebec that morning a.k.a. ‘Ryn had to spend 12 hours stuffed into a suitcase’. You realize there’s no bathrooms in a suitcase? But besides my luggage escapades it seemed like things were looking up. I finally had a direction to go in. Not a very defined direction, but a direction none-the-less. I’ve also learned that Bellanei is working for some ‘cat’, and I believe this ‘cat’ has something to do with the gang Bellanei joined. Only time and some more stolen information will tell. Until then, I’ll just be happy to finally get out of this suitcase...
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Aboard AIRBUS A350, Flight 77, 8:00am Atlantic Time:
(A large, plain brown suitcase is seen wobbling of its own accord in the storage bay)
THUD THUD THUD
“Hello? Anyone out there? You wouldn’t happen to have a portable bathroom with you by any chance?...Hello?”
(Suitcase falls over)
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Author’s Note: Well that only took me FOREVER to do. Sheesh. Well I decided I should write a few things down for you all in case you are confused by anything.
-Interpol for those who don’t know is the international police organization.
-La Seine is a river in Paris.
-A Taigan is a Russian breed of greyhound.
I think that’s it. Well, hope you enjoy this first chapter!
