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[luaithre]

WHO: Marcus Rowntree and various.
WHAT: Activities.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Mainly the Gallows
NOTES: Some open prompts in the comments, but also works as a catch all for planned things. Let me know if you'd like to do something specific, or if we have CR, feel free to just hit me with a wild card honestly.

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[luaithre]

Held at arms length, back straight, Marcus studies her, and she gives him a lot to work with. Between the ghastly white of her mouth and her reptilian tongue, never mind the warning hiss that escapes from her gullet and between needle-prick fangs, Marcus does have to make a conscious decision not to drop her, but there's no physical startle.

This close, acrid burning cigarette smoke wreaths them both, but her keen senses may pick up on something similar, but not quite the same. An earthier smell, dirtier ash, lower burning fires, just beneath.

The ferry creaks as he stands, thinking it best to keep his hold as it is as opposed to try to tuck her more comfortably. Marcus steps around the ferryman, ignoring querying complaint, moving closer to the dock. From there, he can bend enough so that the toss of cat over those few inches of nothingness and water below isn't more than a bunny hop, taking care to not give her an excuse to take a swipe.

He straightens, relieving himself of the cigarette between his teeth as he picks Richard out on the wharf.

[nonvenomous]

Bared fangs peel back into a gargoyle grimace, the hiss choked short into the start of a writhe when Marcus stands with her. But she stills again quickly upon registering their heading, the swing of the dock back into her line of sight --

She is lifted and lofted airborne, all four leggies deployed out wide for a landing that’s all fear and blind instinct.

Her feet find the dock and she is off at a brisk trot to match her master, ears laid back to betray a greater sense of urgency than she dare demonstrate with Marcus smoldering at her back.

Richard is there a ways ahead of her, hard to read at a distance save that it’s clear that he’s seen, as he’s turned full back to witness her safe return. The tilt to his brows could be worried, coupled with the slant of his shoulders, the shift of his weight. There’s no need for him to reach down for her, as she leaps to boost from his offered hand to his shoulder. That he turns to leave again is a clue to his intentions for the evening -- he won’t be catching the next ferry, or the one after that.

He’ll find a place here for the night and slither back when he’s certain he can avoid addressing any of this.

Preferably forever.

[luaithre]

Marcus stays where he is, watching the cat scamper away, then leap up onto Richard's shoulder, and then he's watching Richard turn and walk away. As if to invite some late challenge, or something else.

The next breath out is a short and sharp flurry of smoke, funnelled through his nose. The process of unpricking his curiousity from the edges of the interaction is momentary, and then done entirely, stepping away, wood creaking under boots.

The ferryman asks if he's expecting someone, and Marcus shakes his head 'no' as he roams back to where he'd been sitting.