The Salt Spears Plan: Growing Fame

[Kami-Gaz]

Mika walked into the warehouse with the pitter patter of clawed paws on stone, she had kept her canine form as a way of disguising herself when outside to stop people from recognising her. Both mister Chase and mister Bassanio had been talking about the merits of potentially trusting one of the big families that were apart of this islands elite ruling class. Then as the door closed behind them and all of their eyes adjusted to the light they saw it. A scene of organised chaos. Empty barrels were stacked in what was most of the empty space. The rest of it was pilled up with crates of fireworks, everything was stacked into rows and lanes allowing easy access to everything.

Mika shifted into her hybrid form and her eyes widened as a big grin spread on her face as she ran forward and her tall form embraced Mousie in a powerful hug that squeezed the air out of him. “Mister Mousie! This is awesome! How did you do it so fast?!” She asked excitedly, hopping up and down with him in her arms as her tail flailed about behind her.

“Gwak!” Mousie breathed out as he did his best to hug the angel back. He was dropped a second later and took in a deep breath and cracked a sly smile as he righted himself. “I’ve got Friends in all the right places, and they all owe me favours.” The confident man explained as he twirled his cane about to point at the barrels. Then his gaze shifted over to the fireworks. “The guy who donated those lost a few fingers and decided to get out of the business.”

Mika nodded vigorously as she leaned over one of the empty barrels and peered into it, then she nodded and looked back to the other two. “I have to fill all of these?” She asked inquisitively, one of her ears flopping down as her head tilted to the opposite side instinctively.

“Bingo!” The showman exclaimed, “we’ll start tomorrow… I have to make some adjustments to each barrel we fill so the fireworks that launch them will fit.” His cane hit the stone floor and he nodded to a set of stairs that were to the side. “I made up some beds for you three in what was the office. So. You lot go and rest… Tomorrow we can send the boys out to sneak into some factories to win hearts and minds and Mika will fill Barrels with me.”

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Post: 11

Mika: acd1fc

Mousie: efff9b

Leenie: ffd1f6
Old Man Rusty: ce5a3d

[Bobbie]

Walking into the warehouse, Chase had mixed feelings about recent events and their plan to move forward. He didn’t have too much faith in other people, but the ones he spoke to at least seemed to harbour enough hatred for their superiors to want to lash out in spite if nothing else.

Upon entering, he had a similar question that the others did, but saw no point in asking a third time. Mousie had put a lot together in a very short span of time. His explanation elicited an eyebrow-raise from Chase as the man claimed to have some very useful friends, each of them conveniently owing him favours. While Mika snatched up the man in a hug that looked like it could kill the man, Chase peered into the barrels and crates that he passed, seeing a couple of fireworks in some and the dark grains of gunpowder in others.

Bassanio seemed somewhat irritated by the man while Mika appeared to be delighted to see him, as innocent as she was. Mr Guillard was neither one nor the other. Whether this plan worked or not, however, it was certainly progressing faster than he anticipated, which was to their advantage regardless of whatever means were used to do so.

“With any luck, maybe we’ll run into this mysterious Lady Wicker.” A hint of sarcasm crept into his voice as he was sceptical of how terrifying this woman really was. The workers at the bar made her seem absolutely dreadful, though other than employee maltreatment, there didn’t seem to be a lot to her that they had to be afraid of. The thought of a revolt brought a little smile to Chase’s face and perhaps a subtle ray of hope in the future he envisioned. It was unfortunate that such drastic measures had to be taken for a community to wake up and take action, but this was it.

The big day was nearly upon them.

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Chase: #eacce2
Tom: #78b3ae
Doyle: #b3a078
Frosty: #a7137f

[Vio]

^{Bassanio #11}

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“Is that even possible? I’ve seen first hand that Mika can create a lot of her salt,” Rosencrantz Bassanio began, recalling the roiling white flames that had stripped the air of all pollutants during their fateful meeting as he gestured mildly towards the arrangement of barrels. “I will admit that I’m not exactly versed in how these kinds of abilities work, but I can recognise effort when it’s taken,” he continued, his mind showing some uncharacteristic degree of actual concern for the canine companion and her potential limits. While the ultimate goal was for a good cause, uncertainty lingered.

“A fair concern!” Mousie chirped. “If Mika finds the task too strenuous, then I’m sure she will let us know, but just like any project, one has to put in an effort.” Bassanio’s chalky blue eyes settled first on Miss Gooddog and then shifted to the showman, eyeing him with a rightful mix of concern and comprehension, though the man himself seemed not to share that worry. Or, perhaps he did and he was just very difficult to read. It would not have been the first time the chef had met with people who could hide their intentions, but personal paranoia was not conducive to progress, and so he let out a soft sigh.

^{“Very well…”}

^{“So,” said Mister Ericsson:
“You lot go and rest…!”}

“With any luck, maybe we’ll run into this mysterious Lady Wicker,” Mister Guillard spoke calmly. The sarcasm that lined his words was oddly good at diffusing the tension, whether he realised it or not. All Bass could really do was cast a momentary glance and a rather unintentionally terse smile in his direction.

“Let’s just hope it’s a favourable exchange,” the blond uttered, taking his leave and heading to the refuge of rest that Mousie had constructed for them as he did so. “The last thing I want to do is to let frie– acquaintances into another mess of mine,” he stuttered, stifling his ‘mistake’ with a half-feigned, half-real yawn…

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Rosencrantz Bassanio | #add8e6
Mika Gooddog | #acd1fc
Chase Guillard | #eacce2
Mousie Ericsson [NPC] | #efff9b
Lorenzo [NPC] | #6eb974
Old Frosty [NPC] | #a7137f

[Kami-Gaz]

“Wow!” The young girl exclaimed in excitement. “Mr Mousie is really productive! He can do anything.” Leenie added as she watched Mika mimicking sleeping, curled up into a ball with her head gently resting on a slightly raised slab of concrete.

With a twinkle in her deep brown eyes the dog raised its head and nodded, her canine lips curling into a smile. “Yup!” Mika chirped excitedly before standing up and returning to a sitting position. “By the time we woke up he had set all the barrels up and left a few notes on where to go for the boys!” The dog explained…

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Mika had woken up earlier than the boys, her excitement had made her rush through her sleep like a puppy gobbled up all of its treats. With the quietest steps she could manage the dog tippy tapped down the wooden stairs and saw a barrel at the bottom with a note attached.

“Hey Mika! I’ve gone to get more barrels and fireworks, fill up anyone marked with a red cross. If you fill them up fast enough you can go and help the boys at the factory!”

The dog nodded and then looked around excitedly before realising. “I’m colour blind…” She whined softly before having a small moment of panic. Thoughts ran through her head of Mr Mousie calling her a bad girl. Of Bassanio not feeding her good food and Chase not being nice to her. Each of these scenes made her tail droop more and more.

“Oh… I just need to become super!” She said as a dumb realisation, transforming from her natural dog form up into her full Seraph form. A tall woman with three pairs of wings, a halo that dripped salt on to each side of her face that resembled masks and more importantly… the ability to see the full colour spectrum!

With this new and amazing power that all two legged people had Mika quickly got to work, grabbing the closest barrel and started to pour her salt into it.

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Post: 12

Mika: acd1fc

Mousie: efff9b

Leenie:ffd1f6
Old Man Rusty:ce5a3d