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Half PintWebb and Glade are in Collabs so this is just Harriet post!
Harriet breathed out slowly and closed her eyes for a moment, before she looked over towards Von and Dale.
”Please take these ones off to get their weapons and pins, boys.” She said before she looked towards the Teens and gave a small smile. ”The boys will take care of you now. I… Need to calm down before I get too angry.”
She gave a wave to the boys as the burly men led them off to the room where they kept employment papers, the little feather pins, and at least starter weapons for the boys.
Harriet knew that Von and Dale would be able to get them all sorted out, for now she needed to just… Get air.
She moved up the stairs to the top of the building, stepping out onto the ceiling as she fanned her wings slightly, closing her eyes for a moment as she breathed out. Moving to grab a cigarette box - A gorgeous little metal box with a claw not too dissimilar to Harriets, on it.
Harriet made sure to be away from Calem when she smoked, she didn’t want her little boy to see her do such a ‘horrible’ act. Especially since Harriet didn’t smoke tobacco.
Thank the stars for Nyk… She thought to herself as she lit the smoke and breathed in. The strain of weed that her friend worked on worked quickly, calming her nerves as she breathed out a long sigh before she closed her eyes and enjoyed the quiet, cold day.
Von and Dale had told her the teens were cooperative and said they’d go to the training sessions that they booked up. Harriet smiled from the dining table as she watched Calem happily chew on his toast with strawberry jam.
Harriets’ phone buzzed, she looked down at it quietly before she stood and excused herself from the table, shooting Von a knowing look before she exited outside.
She was outside alone for less than 5 minutes before the flash motorbike pulled up beside the house and a figure hopped off and took off their helmet.
Harriet moved to hug the male with a gentle sigh.
“Good morning boss.” Emu said with a small smile, pulling away from Harriet as she looked down to him with a caring, loving look. “How’s my boy?”
“Hungry as always.” Harriet laughed, “He’s eaten about 6 pieces of toast this morning. Hopefully he won’t be sick from it, but you know how he is.”
Emu gave a laugh, “He takes after you in appetite.” He said with a sigh before he moved to grab a package from his pocket and offered it over to Harriet, who took it gently with a hand. “Nyk says he wants to see you, Apparently there’s been movement from unknown people in Hamlet; Haast says its’ not worrying since she can knock someone out cold if they try to get to Nykky but, I know you want to know.”
Harriets’ eyes narrowed slightly, she furrowed her brow slightly before she nodded hesitantly.
Emu watched her for a moment, “Harry, what’s going on.” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Detectives.” Harriet said with a sneer, showing her sharpened teeth, “That Kingsley fellow wants to take me down for my ‘crimes’.” She continued, Emu hesitated before he nodded at her words.
“I’ll let Haast and Nyk know, up the locks on the grow house.” Emu said with a sigh, before he moved to grab Harriets’ free hand. “Just… Just be careful. We can take Calem if you need him somewhere safe.”
Harriet gave a weak smile to her friend before she bowed her head once. “Thank you.” She said gently, “I know I can count on you and Haast.”
“Please stop leaning against the tables!” A smaller male whined towards the taller, bulkier female. “You’re going to knock things over and if we lose any more product I’m going to lose my shit!”
Haast rolled her eyes and pulled away from the table - filled with modified plants - and gave a grumble.
“You don’t have anywhere else to sit.” Haast replied, Nyk waved his hand towards the myriad of chairs in the room as he focused on his microscope. “You know they’re all too small for me.”
”Then bring your own!” Nyk said, pulling away from the microscope and staring down the taller woman. “Haast, you know I love you. Just, stop messing with my things; please.”
The Blue Feathered Reverers
Harriet’s Orphanage, Hamlet
Harriet breathed out slowly and closed her eyes for a moment, before she looked over towards Von and Dale.
”Please take these ones off to get their weapons and pins, boys.” She said before she looked towards the Teens and gave a small smile. ”The boys will take care of you now. I… Need to calm down before I get too angry.”
She gave a wave to the boys as the burly men led them off to the room where they kept employment papers, the little feather pins, and at least starter weapons for the boys.
Harriet knew that Von and Dale would be able to get them all sorted out, for now she needed to just… Get air.
She moved up the stairs to the top of the building, stepping out onto the ceiling as she fanned her wings slightly, closing her eyes for a moment as she breathed out. Moving to grab a cigarette box - A gorgeous little metal box with a claw not too dissimilar to Harriets, on it.
Harriet made sure to be away from Calem when she smoked, she didn’t want her little boy to see her do such a ‘horrible’ act. Especially since Harriet didn’t smoke tobacco.
Thank the stars for Nyk… She thought to herself as she lit the smoke and breathed in. The strain of weed that her friend worked on worked quickly, calming her nerves as she breathed out a long sigh before she closed her eyes and enjoyed the quiet, cold day.
Hamlet, Harriets’ Base of Operations
Von and Dale had told her the teens were cooperative and said they’d go to the training sessions that they booked up. Harriet smiled from the dining table as she watched Calem happily chew on his toast with strawberry jam.
Harriets’ phone buzzed, she looked down at it quietly before she stood and excused herself from the table, shooting Von a knowing look before she exited outside.
She was outside alone for less than 5 minutes before the flash motorbike pulled up beside the house and a figure hopped off and took off their helmet.
Harriet moved to hug the male with a gentle sigh.
“Good morning boss.” Emu said with a small smile, pulling away from Harriet as she looked down to him with a caring, loving look. “How’s my boy?”
“Hungry as always.” Harriet laughed, “He’s eaten about 6 pieces of toast this morning. Hopefully he won’t be sick from it, but you know how he is.”
Emu gave a laugh, “He takes after you in appetite.” He said with a sigh before he moved to grab a package from his pocket and offered it over to Harriet, who took it gently with a hand. “Nyk says he wants to see you, Apparently there’s been movement from unknown people in Hamlet; Haast says its’ not worrying since she can knock someone out cold if they try to get to Nykky but, I know you want to know.”
Harriets’ eyes narrowed slightly, she furrowed her brow slightly before she nodded hesitantly.
Emu watched her for a moment, “Harry, what’s going on.” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Detectives.” Harriet said with a sneer, showing her sharpened teeth, “That Kingsley fellow wants to take me down for my ‘crimes’.” She continued, Emu hesitated before he nodded at her words.
“I’ll let Haast and Nyk know, up the locks on the grow house.” Emu said with a sigh, before he moved to grab Harriets’ free hand. “Just… Just be careful. We can take Calem if you need him somewhere safe.”
Harriet gave a weak smile to her friend before she bowed her head once. “Thank you.” She said gently, “I know I can count on you and Haast.”
Hamlet’s Growhouse/Weed Lab
“Please stop leaning against the tables!” A smaller male whined towards the taller, bulkier female. “You’re going to knock things over and if we lose any more product I’m going to lose my shit!”
Haast rolled her eyes and pulled away from the table - filled with modified plants - and gave a grumble.
“You don’t have anywhere else to sit.” Haast replied, Nyk waved his hand towards the myriad of chairs in the room as he focused on his microscope. “You know they’re all too small for me.”
”Then bring your own!” Nyk said, pulling away from the microscope and staring down the taller woman. “Haast, you know I love you. Just, stop messing with my things; please.”
