RP
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Snidely sighs and stands up, putting a wing in his pocket, “Listen, kid, you don’t tell me what to do, no one does, and I don’t care who you are, you don’t matter.” He hisses in a low voice then walks out of the church, slamming the door behind him.
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“Hey!” Fern yells loudly. She chases after him, she hits him on the wing. “Don’t leave when I’m talking to you, sir!”
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Snidely pulls his wing away, resisting the urge to hit her back, knowing that if he did he would probably hurt her, he tucks it back in his pocket, “what do you want from me?”
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Fern lowers her head. “Because you seem sad, you seem like you need help. And I want to help you! I really, really do!” she rubs wing behind her neck, nervously. “I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. I should just go.”
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Snidely glances back at her and sighs, “Listen, kid… I’m not like that, you’ve lived here your whole life, you don’t understand how the world works.” His phone beeps and he reaches his wing into his pocket to pick it up, “Yes?” he spoke into it. On the other end there was the sound of unintelligible clucking from a male chicken with a somewhat high voice, then a crash. Snidely violently shoved the phone back in his pocket and hissed “Shit…!”
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“What?!” Fern looks up with a concerned look on her face. “What happened, Snidely?”
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Snidely slams his wing against the wall, “FiveFeather killed Talon…” He hissed, then pulled his wing away, cradling it with the other, traces of blood visible on the wall, “…And that leaves me as the leader of RootPhoenix…. Fuck!”
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Fern is silent. She tilts her head to the side. “Someone…got…killed? Is this a…gang?” the chicken stutters, clearly shocked.
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Snidely nods, “There was a raid, they killed the leader and 2 other people…” he covers his face with his wing in anguish, “What the fuck am I supposed to do…?”
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Fern looks around franticly. “Um…umm..uhh.” she walks up to him. “We should go there. Like go see what’s going on or something…”
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“We?” Snidely says as he regains his composure, “No way in hell, you’ll never be able to handle it.”
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Fern clicks her tongue. “I’ll be fine. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t hang out with a gang or guys. I’ve encountered many gangs of males before, and I’ve dealt with it perfectly fine.” she shrugs it off like nothing. “Just maybe change my appearance a little more…?” she suggests.
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Snidely sighs and digs around in his pocket for a minuet, then produces a butterfly knife an hands it to Fern, “This is New Cock, not your little suburb, its different.” He began to walk, “You should loose the church girl look. If you’re gonna come, meet me at the L train to Henhattan.”
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Fern giggles, grabbing the knife and playing with it. “Alright! When do we meet? Now? Or do I change or something? I’m excited!” she jumps up and down, giving Snidely her full attention.
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Snidely sighs, feeling as if he may come to regret this decision, “I’m not going to let you hurt my reputation, so go change, not everyone there is as nice as me, so don’t act so happy.” He rolled his shoulders back, “Anyway if you get hurt, I’m not responsible.”