"This gala will be the largest gatherin' of silver-pocketed bastards in town since the first bigwigs came out here to sit pretty in their fancy houses. The birds mean to impress them enough to get 'em to buy up more land, build more properties, sink their gilded grip further into this place. If that happens, Ignatius will be one step closer to bein' the ruler of his own li'l kingdom, just like his mama set him up to be. I mean to put the biggest rock under his wheels as I can."
"Oh, so, gentrification," she said simply. "Love it. Love it, love it,
amour."
we ain't fixin' to injure nobody.
Eyes still on her invitation, she nodded at that little tidbit alone. The less carnage, the better. Showing up to a new world and helping an outlaw murder a bunch of innocents was hardly on her to-do list.
"Well I ain't got much to pay ya with, if that's what you're vacillatin' about. We've had a few big hits, but there's never much left by the time the next job comes around, between survivin' as a crew and what ends up back in reg'lar folks' pockets. I can't outbid the bird. Fella's got a bottomless account, if'n you take my meanin'."
Truth be told, she didn't care very much about payment. If there was a corrupted official in power, she'd be game to fuck up their day for the low, low price of a cannoli and a kiss on the cheek.
Wait. Shut up, she thought, blinking rapidly. Clearly her recklessness was still in the way.
She was even less inclined to accept payment if the money was going back to the citizens. Some Robin Hood-type shit she wasn't looking to interrupt because she decided to take a bite out of a penguin.
Still, she wasn't one to blindly walk into an offer like this. Well...not for the
third time at least. But, for all she knew, Sonora was lying through her teeth, and Odette wouldn't know any better unless she could see the Big Bird herself. However, if Sonora was telling the truth (and frankly, it really did seem that way) being willing to sell out working-folk's land was bad enough. But Odette felt like she needed more. What other questionable shit had this Ignimbrites dude done to warrant a swift kick in the birdy testicles?
"Speaking as a citizen, clearly of which you are," she said, eyeing Sonora up and down again as she lounged in her chair, "can you spare a dumb foreigner a very abridged lowdown of what makes Mayor Ig
naughty such a fantastic target for a hit like this? Aside from the obvious wing-rubbing with other snot-beaks and your
occupation? Catch me up to speed on who we're
really going to be fucking with here."
Just as they were about to answer, the Floragato caught some signal in the background noise of the saloon – could it have been the braviary call from just outside? – and her ears flattened back.
"No pressure, darlings, but I gotta make myself scarce in the next thirty seconds, so I need an answer."
Her ears perked at birdsong that lingered just a tad louder over the saloon background noise, and she watched as Sonora's ears fell back. Well. So much for a lowdown. How convenient.
"Fucking gods," she muttered under her breath. 30 seconds wasn't enough time to think, but she really had no choice. "I'm gonna pray he doesn't dismember mawiles in his basement."
Or that you're not pulling my fucking leg. "But who am I to back out of the opportunity to steal a crown? Fine."
She'd have to play it by ear at this point.