Komodo sighs getting up, "You ow me for this."

Falconi ducks as a rock is thrown at the two by Night, "Mama Winter's goons aren't welcomed here so shoo."

Strike tipped his head slightly and waved a wing. "Relax. She's got no quarrel with you. At least not now. Naw, we're here on other business. We ain't botherin' you and you don't need to bother us."
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Joe huffed. "How about we leave it at 'that's what friends are for' instead?"

Night loads another rock into a sling, "Want to say that again bird-beak?"
"Umm you sure about that Streak," Falconi notices the sling and daggers.


"Hatchling sitting," Komodo offers lastly.

Joe rolled his eyes. "Sure." He replied.
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(I just realized I have yet to use Shane.)
"No way. This is more trouble than it's worth." Strike grumbled, turning on his heel. "Come on Falconi. There's more than one way to get to point B."

(Shane for the Before the Wielders? If so you have used him a few times but not many)

Komodo nods once, "Thank you now let's go find him."


Falconi quickly follows Streak, "Thank you."

Strike nodded once. "No problem."
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(Timeskip w/ Joe and Komodo?)

(Sure)


Falconi looks around, "Where do you expect to find them?"

Strike shrugged. "Uptown slums."

"Lead the way.''

"Righto." Strike replied, taking a different route.
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Knuckles gazed up at the clouds absently as he waited for Luna to return.
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Joe glanced back at Komodo. "Any sign of him?"