«We Could Be Legends»

[Amer]

A black and white bantam followed the lady out. His eyes latched onto Indigo, and he marched towards her. If a chicken can look angry, he did.
Frosty glared up at her. "We need to talk." He muttered, dragging one of his claws against the gravel road anxiously.

"Oh, hello, Frosty," Indigo directed a rather annoyed voice to her much smaller co-worker. "What is it today?"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Oh, hello, Frosty," Indigo directed a rather annoyed voice to her much smaller co-worker. "What is it today?"

Frosty clamped his beak shut in frustration. Why did Alan have to be so difficult? "You make it seem like we talk a lot." He said, trying not to sound annoyed. "Well, newsflash, we don't. Last time was in... what was it, the mermaid trap? Anyway, that's not the point." His eyes darted a look at the car and the teenagers within. "C'mon. We're talking. In private."

 

[Amer]

Frosty clamped his beak shut in frustration. Why did Alan have to be so difficult? "You make it seem like we talk a lot." He said, trying not to sound annoyed. "Well, newsflash, we don't. Last time was in... what was it, the mermaid trap? Anyway, that's not the point." His eyes darted a look at the car and the teenagers within. "C'mon. We're talking. In private."

"All right." Indigo looked at all the chirren. "Business calls! Get with the escort, she'll show you in."
Indigo followed him. "We're not meeting in a bush again," she muttered. "Get somewhere warm. Inside."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"All right." Indigo looked at all the chirren. "Business calls! Get with the escort, she'll show you in."
Indigo followed him. "We're not meeting in a bush again," she muttered. "Get somewhere warm. Inside."

Frosty muttered something about it being a good idea at the time, then trotted quickly after her. He looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. "What were you thinking?!" He squawked, then quickly lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "You came here straight from that Pure base, didn't you?" He asked, though it wasn't really a question. "And don't try to trick me- I saw that kid's wound." He again anxiously scratched the ground. "You practically led the enemy right to us! Alan, you know better than this." He stared at her with an expression close to confusion.

 

[Amer]

Frosty muttered something about it being a good idea at the time, then trotted quickly after her. He looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. "What were you thinking?!" He squawked, then quickly lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "You came here straight from that Pure base, didn't you?" He asked, though it wasn't really a question. "And don't try to trick me- I saw that kid's wound." He again anxiously scratched the ground. "You practically led the enemy right to us! Alan, you know better than this." He stared at her with an expression close to confusion.

"Those kids could die! They basically were kidnapped! Anyways, the Pure knows where we are anyways. They're too busy to sabotage us," Indigo said.
She wasn't always as cautious as Frosty, perhaps because she was more than ten times his size.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Those kids could die! They basically were kidnapped! Anyways, the Pure knows where we are anyways. They're too busy to sabotage us," Indigo said.
She wasn't always as cautious as Frosty, perhaps because she was more than ten times his size.

"Too busy?! We are their number one enemy! You just took their prisoners!" Frosty hissed, clicking his beak in irritation. "Does the safety of the Multitude matter to you at all?" He glared at her angrily.

 

[Amer]

"Too busy?! We are their number one enemy! You just took their prisoners!" Frosty hissed, clicking his beak in irritation. "Does the safety of the Multitude matter to you at all?" He glared at her angrily.

"Yes," Indigo said. "But our goal is to help people, and that's what I'm doing."

 

[Rose Quartz]

(STUPID NOTIFICATIONS!!! )

 

[Rose Quartz]

Tom shrugged again, as if it was his favorite action. "Not much. She's a member of the Pure, all she wants is a key, she'll kill anyone in her way. But anyway, you probably already knew that."


(She should deactivate it.)
Just as he stopped speaking, Tom flicked his eyes over the other teenagers, pausing over the short haired brunette and the red-head. The sort of looked like sisters, they had the same eyes and distrustful looks. They had different face shapes and hair though, but one could have taken over one ancestor and the other another. He glanced at the girl standing by the emo looking boy, his eyes pausing on her for a second, before turning to the other girl, then back to the wyvern-girl.

Blinking away her special vision, Brisa watched Thomas' eyes flit over the group. "What do you know about the key?" She quietly asked him.

Jessi glanced at Brisa. The man didn't seem very talkative, and asking him questions didn't seem like it was going anywhere. Hm… maybe I could bribe him. I think I've got twenty dollars. Maybe that would get him to tell us all he knows about the Pure, Mapleshade, and the key.

"'The key'? You could be talkin' about any key, kid. Gotta be more specific." Tom said, flicking his eyes between Jessi and Brisa.

"Look," Camilla said, stalking forward and slamming the paper from the files with a code on it that she had nabbed from her sister down in front of him. "This has to be something."

Tom peered down at it, pausing for a moment. He shrugged, looking back up at the red head. "Someone probably just copied this down. This stuff, this code-- It doesn't mean anything."

Jessi pulled the twenty dollar bill out and showed it to him. "You sure it doesn't mean anything?" She asked. She kept the bill slightly out of his reach. "Tell us and this is yours."

Tom watched the money for a few seconds, before letting out a sudden, huffy laugh. "You really don't get, do you? I don't care about your money. This fight isn't your's, and if you get into it, you die. You're not supposed to be in this Pure junk, so stay out of it."

Jessi shrugged. "Fine. Come on guys, let's go. This old man isn't going to help us, so let's not waste our time." She said, and walked out the door. That was awkward. I thought that would work, normally in movies and shows people take the bribes. At least I still have my twenty dollars.

Tom gritted his teeth as he watched her turn her back on him, his eyes seeming to darken. "Wait." He said, his voice strained. He was going to regret this, he knew it. "You're just going to get into this some other way I suppose." He paused. "What all do you already know about the key?"
(*Edited*)

Jessi turned around and walked towards the counter. "Not much. Only that the cat-lady wants it."

Grace stepped closer, watching Tom carefully. Since her companions had already spilled their guts to this guy, one more question wouldn't hurt. "We thought maybe you made the key. Why else would it mention you on those papers?"

Peter followed Grace's lead, getting closer to the counter. He looked around, his eyes settling on the girl with the yellow(?) dress. Weren't her eyes a different color a minute ago?

Tom raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling bright blue. He sighed and picked up the piece of paper Camilla had put down. He squinted at the writing on it, and then lifted the pair of reading glasses that hung round his neck to look more closely at what was written on it.

He glanced up at them over the rim of the glasses.

"I didn't make the key that that Cat-woman is after. And it's not at all what you think it is, unless," He shifted his stance uncomfortably, with a grunt, "You know, it's not even what she thinks it is, anymore." He frowned down at the piece of paper again. "Since you have this I suppose, you must have been talking to Silver. Did she ask you to come here?"

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Tom raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling bright blue. He sighed and picked up the piece of paper Camilla had put down. He squinted at the writing on it, and then lifted the pair of reading glasses that hung round his neck to look more closely at what was written on it.

He glanced up at them over the rim of the glasses.

"I didn't make the key that that Cat-woman is after. And it's not at all what you think it is, unless," He shifted his stance uncomfortably, with a grunt, "You know, it's not even what she thinks it is, anymore." He frowned down at the piece of paper again. "Since you have this I suppose, you must have been talking to Silver. Did she ask you to come here?"

"Then what is it?" Jessi asked. She glanced around, and looked back at Tom. "Well, Silver is dead. She was killed by the cat-lady."