SGMSoultamer

Sonja · @SGMSoultamer

17th Nov 2013 from TwitLonger

"Hawkules, at least put a cloak on. The Marleybonians would appreciate it." Hawkules' beak was turned to the sky, the light from oil lamps making his eyes shine, as if they weren't already.
"He thinks that he needs more shine than that," Bonnie grumbled to Captain Destiny Devereaux, walking ahead, "Son of Zeus and all." Destiny smirked, walking with her arms folded. Her breath colored the air a frosty white as she exhaled. After spending months in the heat and humidity of Aquila, Marleybone turned out to be shorter of a blessing than Destiny had anticipated. Though she had welcomed the nip of chill and dry winds of the Isle of Dogs, the differing extremities had taken their toll upon the captain and her crew within minutes. Joining the ominous silence were the chattering of teeth from the cold. Destiny pulled the door to the Admiralty Foyer back, the familiar scents of Mooshan incense and doggish cologne greeting her. Her walking crew of three - Bonnie Anne, Grace Conrad; and Hawkules, Son of Zeus - walked inside, warmed immediately. They quickly made their way up the stairs towards the War Room, Hawkules toting with him the Rosetta Stone. Destiny halted her crew and slipped into the room herself, her Navy badges showing on the lapel of her tattered coat. A crowd of dogs parted for her. Skidding to a stop in front of Admiral Doggett himself, she removed her hat and half-curtsied.
"Admiral, a pleasure to be back," she said, her voice nearly inaudible. Doggett brushed the lack of volume off, clasping his paws.
"Gone marauding, have you?" Destiny raised her eyebrow.
"No, sir. Not exac -"
"How many of Johnny Clockwork's ships have you knocked out of the running?" Destiny cringed. Doggett was never one to look at the Armada with a non-prideful eye.
"Actually," Destiny grumbled, her volume increasing, "I was out fetching more information regarding the mechanical birds, perhaps composed by the -"
"And not a single clockwork platoon taken out?" The admiral spoke without sarcasm, grunting and slapping a pad of filing papers onto the table nearby. "I must say, I had expected you to -" Before he could finish his sentence, Destiny had snatched the collar of the admiral, bringing him to her eye level.
"Listen," she whispered, her words dripping with danger-shaded nuances, "I've been working for you to help Marleybone win this war. I wasn't born here, and I had no intention of going here if it weren't for the clockwork birds themselves. You should be grateful, admiral." Destiny let go, the dog making a stable landing. "I'll go talk to M. Good day." She strode from the War Room, leaving all there open-mouthed and speechless. Greeting her crew on the other side with a ragged smile, Destiny earned an disapproving glare from Bonnie. Her face straightened.
"I checked in with the Admiral," she spat, "Our services are no longer needed; we work for Special Branch, now."

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