Weazel
Well-known member
- Pronoun
- he/him
“To be fair, there’s a couple dozen of us, and I evolved,” Archie replied, “But, fair enough. Name’s Archie, by the way.”
The Dewott’s tail swished back and forth, and he leaned back on his heels in thought. The timing definitely was inopportune. Could it be some malcontent simply taking advantage of the town’s current struggle policing itself? Maybe, though, again, why go through all the trouble of making it look like a Saint was causing the damage instead? Cipher might have reason to ferment discontent in the town, but they’d arrested all the local top brass, Miror B. was far to the east according to his wanted posters, and the rest of the big names were likely still far to the north, so if it was Cipher, it was probably just a few assorted peons that slipped through the net.
Of course, there was also the alternative proposal that it really was the Saint herself going around wrecking things. Sometimes the simplest answer really was the right one, and the simplest answer to ‘who would go around trying to make it look like the Blazing Twilight is wrecking things’ was ‘no one, it really is the Blazing Twilight.’
“Say, for argument’s sake, it really is the Saint who decided they had a bone to pick with your town,” Archie said, “What should we be looking for? What kind of telltale signs would they leave behind? If they were to suddenly show up in front of us, what’s the most important things I need to know?”
The Dewott’s tail swished back and forth, and he leaned back on his heels in thought. The timing definitely was inopportune. Could it be some malcontent simply taking advantage of the town’s current struggle policing itself? Maybe, though, again, why go through all the trouble of making it look like a Saint was causing the damage instead? Cipher might have reason to ferment discontent in the town, but they’d arrested all the local top brass, Miror B. was far to the east according to his wanted posters, and the rest of the big names were likely still far to the north, so if it was Cipher, it was probably just a few assorted peons that slipped through the net.
Of course, there was also the alternative proposal that it really was the Saint herself going around wrecking things. Sometimes the simplest answer really was the right one, and the simplest answer to ‘who would go around trying to make it look like the Blazing Twilight is wrecking things’ was ‘no one, it really is the Blazing Twilight.’
“Say, for argument’s sake, it really is the Saint who decided they had a bone to pick with your town,” Archie said, “What should we be looking for? What kind of telltale signs would they leave behind? If they were to suddenly show up in front of us, what’s the most important things I need to know?”