Blood from Stone [AU]

[Marian Hawke]

"C-catfolk have fur dyes," begins Ruby, swallowing hard to try and combat the stutter.

[Coquette Blacquin]

That gets Silver's attention. He puts a hand on the small of Ruby's back, and Ruby brightens, seeming more relieved, leaning into his partner slightly. "Yes, quite. Perhaps a mask and... a vest of some kind? Pockets would not be amiss, perhaps?" There's no reason for a cloak, don't be silly.

[Vigile]

"Dye?" Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous asks in a strangled tone. "I think not!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I wonder... a cat-sized hat of disguise perhaps?"

[Vigile]

"I am uncertain as to why a disguise is needed at all, to be frank. The idea of ambush is sound, the stalk before a pounce is naught but cleverness, but why the masks?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What we do is... not always within the bounds of the law."

[Vigile]

The pavitra frowns slightly. "In what ways?" he asks carefully.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Breaking and entering. Interrogation. Dispensing justice without a license to do so. Things like that."

[Vigile]

"Why would justice require a license?" he asks, baffled now.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Precisely."

[Marian Hawke]

"We're vigilantes," says Ruby, in a softer tone. 

[Vigile]

"Ah! I see! Protection and devotion over law or rule," the agathion says with a flash of understanding. "Well, I am not opposed to the order of law and government, but nor am I an especial supporter." He hums softly. "And thus the masks, to protect you from those that would prize the sanctity of law over the plight of the innocent."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Exactly," says Coquette, thinking of one particular redhead often seen in the company of her brother-electi. "So you see, we can't risk our identities becoming known."

[Vigile]

"I see..." the feline says thoughtfully. "And should you be seen, ah, at work and at home with myself- a fairly uncommon occurrence, if not unique by any means- would risk such a thing." He pauses, head cocking to the side. "Actually, that is, I realize, conjecture, given that I am very unsure of my current location. Are we still in the, ah, Outland Colonies, I think is the mortal name?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"This is Nyra," she confirms.