[Jazzy]

Fern scans the area. “Right, okay.” she begins to look around the side of the building. “How big do they get?”

[Wake]

Snidely shrugs, “I donno, they can be pretty big, though here probably not more than say a foot.”

[Jazzy]

Fern listens while she looks around more. All of a sudden, she catches a marking by a dumpster out of the corner of her eye. “Um, it’s a syringe, right?” she asks Snidely.

[Wake]

“Yeah.” Snidely goes to the area Fern found, he takes out his phone and shines the screen light on the area, “Looks like you found it. Good job, kid.”

[Jazzy]

Fern’s face lights up with joy. “YES!” she runs over to the dumpster. “Wow, I really did!”

[Wake]

Snidely pockets his phone again, “Don’t get to exited, we didnt find Morphine yet.” He stepped back, putting his wings in his pockets, “So what next, miss detective?”

[Jazzy]

“Right,” Fern looks at the tag art. “We need to find someone, someone holding a can of paint, spray paint, brushes, anyone that could have made this mark with one of those tools.”

[Wake]

“Aright, then follow my lead.” Snidely jumps onto the dumpster then back over the fence. After landing on the other side of the wall, he looks around and chooses a direction, “Probably went this way…” he begins to jog down the street.

[Jazzy]

Snidely moved so quickly it took Fern a while to catch up. Once she sort of does, she yells, “Hey, slow down would ya? I can’t run very fast!” she stops, catching her breath.

[Wake]

Snidely slows down for a second, then notices a suspicious-looking chicken wearing a black hoodie and carrying a small overnight bag across the street, “Hey!” Snidely calls out to him and recklessly runs across the street.

[Jazzy]

Fern quickly follows Snidely. “Wait up!” she yelps. She then sees the suspicious chicken, she mumbles under his breath. “Of course.”

[Wake]

Snidely catches up to the guy then grabs him by the wing and twists it behind his head. The chicken lets out a short yelp of pain, dropping his bag, a can of deep crimson colored spray paint falls out, the same color as Morphine’s tag. Snidely smirks ever so slightly, feeling accomplished at having made progress,”Ah! You… You’re part of Morphine, correct?”

[Jazzy]

Fern stops running and stays a few steps back away from the two chickens. She sees the can of spray paint that had fallen out, her eyes narrow. Fern looks up to scan the sketchy looking chicken. “Nice one Snidely, they were awfully easier to catch than I expected.” she scoffs.

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[Wake]

“He wasn’t running.” Snidely says and pulls the chickens wing above his head, twisting him around to look him in the eye, “You didn’t answer me, are you in Morphine?” The other chicken looked to be a little younger than Snidely, his feathers were a light chestnut brown and he wore a black jacket and a dark purple paint mask with red accents. His crest feathers where kinda long and a little droopy, he used a green bandana to keep them off his eyes. “Yeah, ok, I am– ow! Fuck, man, that hurts!” Snidely sighs and drops the guys wing.

[Jazzy]

Fern’s eyes narrow, she scans the chicken. “Hm. And what might your name be?” she asks him, resting her wings on her body.