Ashen Wolf
Howling at the Moon
- Joined
- Nov 17, 2021
A trip to Mantle...
Sable didn't know how well that sat with him. There were a lot of reasons that wouldn't be a good idea. The biggest one was still strapped to his neck, waiting to clip his wings at any moment, but he was sure that wouldn't be the end of his troubles down there, either. Still, a deal was a deal, and he didn't go back on deals.
"Mm. Sounds like a plan," Sable answered noncommittally. He'd have to ask and that was easier said than done. He was sure he could get Penny to agree (although, knowing her, she might ask to come along), but handling the people pulling her strings felt like a tougher sell. Either way, that was going to be a lot of paperwork for someone. He just wasn't sure if it was him, Penny, or some hapless Atlesian intelligence employee. He shrugged. "But we'll have to see. The school might decide it wants to be a stick in the mud. Although, I could think of a few ways we could entertain each other if we were stuck he--"
"Hey!" Sable's hand suddenly lifted, only to fall flat against Lilac's cute little rump with a satisfying SMACK! "Did I say you could butt in?"
There was a brief pause as the sound faded away. He thought about it for a second. Then, promptly, Sable suggested a completely original idea: "We could make it a group thing. Every fighter deserves a cut of their promoter's profits, no?"
It had its own risks, but more importantly, a decently-sized group meant he would be subject to a lot less scrutiny by any interested parties. A pair of teens in dark and light was a suspicious sight for Mantlesian underworlders and Atlesian authorities alike. An entire party of colorful characters were just dumb student tourists looking for cheap thrills.
Sable didn't know how well that sat with him. There were a lot of reasons that wouldn't be a good idea. The biggest one was still strapped to his neck, waiting to clip his wings at any moment, but he was sure that wouldn't be the end of his troubles down there, either. Still, a deal was a deal, and he didn't go back on deals.
"Mm. Sounds like a plan," Sable answered noncommittally. He'd have to ask and that was easier said than done. He was sure he could get Penny to agree (although, knowing her, she might ask to come along), but handling the people pulling her strings felt like a tougher sell. Either way, that was going to be a lot of paperwork for someone. He just wasn't sure if it was him, Penny, or some hapless Atlesian intelligence employee. He shrugged. "But we'll have to see. The school might decide it wants to be a stick in the mud. Although, I could think of a few ways we could entertain each other if we were stuck he--"
"Hey!" Sable's hand suddenly lifted, only to fall flat against Lilac's cute little rump with a satisfying SMACK! "Did I say you could butt in?"
There was a brief pause as the sound faded away. He thought about it for a second. Then, promptly, Sable suggested a completely original idea: "We could make it a group thing. Every fighter deserves a cut of their promoter's profits, no?"
It had its own risks, but more importantly, a decently-sized group meant he would be subject to a lot less scrutiny by any interested parties. A pair of teens in dark and light was a suspicious sight for Mantlesian underworlders and Atlesian authorities alike. An entire party of colorful characters were just dumb student tourists looking for cheap thrills.