[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/uurhDHh.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][img] http://i.imgur.com/HtvPRRx.png[/img][/center][b]"If you need to, throw them in the cellar or something like that, I know you are creative enough."[/b] Those were Victoire’s last orders, which could be seen as nothing short as ironic. Because although something was being thrown, it wasn’t any of the party, nor was the trajectory the dungeon. No, instead, the wolfish man had since begun picking up one of the standby thorny dogs and, with a growl that rumbled the hallway, tossed it like an upheaved missile right at Caprice. [color=ed1c24]“You there, in the funny looking clothes and stupid mask! Don’t ignore me!”[/color] The dog was thrown with such considerable force at Caprice’s candy net that it threatened to snap the thing entirely tension by tension. The dog remained caught in it, though any leeway would have sent it flying forward.

A second, just as equally spiny mutt was hurled at Kanbaru’s face as well. If the guard dog was supposed to be impressed by her waving around a toy whale, she’d be mistaken with thorns to pick out her face. [color=ed1c24]“And you! How about you take that toy of yours and shove it between your eyes or better yet, right between your-”[/color] Before the wolfman could get any more volatile in their treatment, some of the group used their common sense in approaching the matter diplomatically. Or rather, as diplomatic as the rowdy group possibly good. At least the one male in the harem had enough sense to watch instead of saying something equally provoking.

[color=ed1c24]“Oh, so you just so happened to be stumbling here on adventure. Yeah, of course you are. Wouldn’t be the first,”[/color] the wolfman growled at Claire with an eyeroll. He was just about to consider lodging another thorned dog at the fox girl before Akiko stepped forward. It was good news for everyone because he was running out of ammo and, stoic as they were, even the plant mutts were beginning to whine at being treated like fodder. Perhaps being the resident bard had some merit for reason because eventually the wolfman calmed down with a huff.

He placed his latest projectile back to the ground, giving the thorny dog a pat. [color=ed1c24]“Whatever. Frankly, none of you clowns look like the culprits anyway.”[/color] He put a stare on Caprice. [color=ed1c24]“Almost all of you. Doesn’t help there’s conflicting reports on what the thief looks like.”[/color] Upon Akiko’s powers activating, she’d be revealed from memory that there were, in fact, three possible culprits. One who wore a cloak red as blood, one who carried a great blade, and one draped in black like the night. She also at last glimpsed the wolfman’s name: Garou. If nothing else, it explained the suspicion on Caprice, the only one wearing all black.

[color=ed1c24]“Are you done staring?”[/color] Garou growled at Akiko. [color=ed1c24]“If you want compensation, you can take that up with the brat in bunny ears who runs this place. I’m just here to make sure the toilets keep flushing and the water keeps running.”[/color] Garou glowered at the lot of them though made no move to be hostile. [color=ed1c24]“If you somehow locate the culprit, fine, whatever, you’ll get a medal or something. Depends how the brat baroness feels about free food.”[/color]
[hr]