#ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ! --- R A T I G A N 'S - R U F F I A N S

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He collides with them turning a corner; the streets are damp, slippery, even to a mouse. Hat askew, breathing hard. He's been running a while.

Knocked onto his side, he wheezes, barely able to muster up a bite to his words. Looks half-mad with terror, he does.

"W...watch where...you're going, ya great bloomin'..."

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A finger trails around the rim of his pint, circling morosely as Roger lowers his eyes.

"Worked as a docker, not far from 'ere. Pay was bad, got worse. The foreman kept fleecing us out of our wages, so one day me an' the lads got together and robbed him blind."

His first head-first dive into crime, he'd never gone back to being an upstanding member of society. Not when the dredges like him ot taken for suckers.

"Not like you, boss, a real Professor an' all." He laughed, trying to go for some levity, "We're a right bunch of ruffians compared to you."

"You are very much correct," Ratigan purred in response, pulling out one of his cigarettes and a lighter almost MAGICALLY appeared to light it - one of his men who noticed.

Silently and with a looming gaze towards Roger, he took a deep drag, blowing out the smoke to one side.

"What did you do before this marvellous venture of mine?"

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@pcisondapple

A scum-pool like the water-front collects all kinds of rules and warnings; only someone completely out of their depth would be coming this way. There's passwords and body-language, see, to make it obvious even by the patter of your footsteps when somebody's not welcome.

On that end, Roger had stopped picking at his teeth with a blade, and slipped out of the shadows, ready to menace - only to freeze when he's sees some little nipper staring back at him.

Probably not much money on this one, but hey, he's got a reputation to uphold.

"Well, little miss, best be handing over any valuables you might be keepin'. Tole of the streets, n' all."

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"You went over the wall, didn't you?" x.

Instantly throwing Bartholomew at Roger (Before the incident) (It seems like an interesting starter for henchman mice! if this one doesn't work though just lmk)

"Barty!" The quietest whisper-shout he'd ever grit out, while his ankle's still got decorative trellis. He's tugging at the remains of a stubborn leaf with one hand, nudging Bartholomew along with the other, away from prying ears.

"I'm tryin' to be subtle here! Not everybody in the gang's meant to be in on it!"

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wishlist: this guy teams up with basil or some other hero once things go too far

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them

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silly

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not thinking about how Bill, and the stripe-shirted mouse (Roger) and the short cigar-chomping mouse all came to bear witness to Bartholomew going. How they were the only three who could bring themselves to watch. It was all they could do for him. not thinking about how Bill covered the short guy's eyes for him and how they all huddled together. How Bill and cigar-mouse got singled out by Ratigan with his 'as you were singing' and instead of backing off, stripes slunk back to their sides afterward. not thinking about how they're such a trio.

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Sure didn't look like the same company he saw at the seedy old pub. Blooming heck, maybe he's stumbled one somebody from the upper class.

His eyes flick between her and the blade, the lack of screaming or bargaining. Then she shed the shawl and hands it out. Looks pricey all right, but maybe not enough. What's he gonna look like, a ruffian wailting back to the lads with this? Pearls would be one thing...

"uh...n...not my style, miss."

He shakes his head, as if he could shake off the befuddlement, too, plasters on another glare.

"Keep me warm at night? I'm no vagrant, little miss! Doncha even know where ya are?!"

' innocence abroad ' would be a good way of putting it . if the visage of this dainty , white flower petal was out of place , her demeanor only solidified it . there's a cautiousness for the dark alleyways , but a naivety in its stride .

“ oh ! -- dear , you startled me . ”

the oddball sighs , the tension leaving her in the presence of her fellow mouse . even as she sees the blade , understanding the situation she has unintentionally walked into-- there's only surprise rather than sincere fear .

she doesn't have much on her . she wouldn't even know the appropriate currency would be . and although snow white would never condone stealing , after a brief consideration , she sheds the cloak that she had carefully made from discarded linen , offering it to the thug without as much as a wince .

“ it should be worth something . ” the young mouse reassures . “ it will at least keep you warm . it's a chilly night . ”

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why does he feel a chill

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just adding muses to put them through turmoil huh.

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What Tarot Card Are You?

Wheel of Fortune

Examine the luck, good or bad, that you have experienced over the past 6 months. I don’t speak of the luck of the world, or of others, but of your own. Would you like it to change? The question won’t affect the change, but it must be asked regardless. If you passed a crumpled 20 dollar note on the street, would you pick it up? If you passed a small child? If you passed a 10 cent coin? Throw the coin into the ocean and make a wish. Would you like some change?

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you have like half a brain cell on a good day

you share a brain cell with someone else and you never know when you get to have the brain cell. it's always a surprise and sometimes you have to fight over it

tagged by: @castlesncandyapples tagging: YOU!

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"Right, I need to find a human-sized bottle of champagne. Yes, with the cork. Don' - don't ask me why, we'll get it there, just tell a bloke where 'e can find one."

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It still gets him down, you know. They should've been keeping an eye on 'im. That's what Roger can't shake. Could've avoided the whole thing if they just hadn't gotten carried away.

Some nondescript mouse in a striped jumper is sitting some ways off from the bar at the Water-font, using a stick to poke between cobbles, sighing here and there. Chap looks like he's had a rough week.

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re-doing this because I forgot to specify that this is a lil' starter call for this guy!