<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/zfHD3Cyv/0ea9600e49e04ecec55f78aa38e362d3-fantasy-elephant-creature-feat.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Good Cop, Bad Cop</strong></span><br/><strong>Tagging: Theokleia and La La<br/>Location: Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House</strong><br/><br/>"La...La..." Aranus tried the name out on his tongue briefly, before deciding it would suffice. He beckoned to his subordinate as if she were falling behind. She wasn't, but he felt it made him look like he had things well in hand. Inspiring confidence in people was an unspoken duty of the command staff he had come to find. As he took up the rear to make certain they were not attacked from behind on their way up the gangplank, it only occurred to him halfway up that perhaps a minotaur, centaur AND a loxodon were well past the weight limit of the ramp.<br/><br/>Thankfully, despite the ominous creak of the ancient wood, it held strong. Orator Radu had been a massive fellow, even for a loxodon and so it should come as no surprise that it was up to the challenge. As he at last made his way up to the deck, hopping down next to the ladies, Aranus nodded reassuringly to LaLa, "Oh, there is no need to be timid. Orator Radu was a gregarious and warm soul! Never a cross word came out of his mouth... unless it was funny. He was a funny man. BUT, my point is, how far from his mighty oak can his seed fall?"<br/><br/>The minotaur unfastened and flipped up the doors leading down into the "galley". Though he had not met the daughter, he (like most soldiers and... well most anyone who bent an elbow) had been to the House Boat enough to know his way around. Bottles and small casks lined the walls along the broad walkway down, all rare vintages and all quite empty. Radu liked to collect difficult to obtain spirits and wines, but unlike most collectors, he had been firmly of the mind that booze was for drinking. And so he had quite a bottle collection as an aid to memory in the hopes it would remind himself of the nights that the liquor had made him forget.<br/><br/>The galley itself was a library "of sorts", though a cursory study of the titles and condition of the books might make a scholar proper shake their head in dismay. Tijuana bibles, illustrated tales of daring, collections of bedtime stories told most "rudely" and collections of bawdy jokes were the majority of the contents of his massive "collection". A loxodon woman was perched in an old leather loveseat, shifting her weight irritably against the chair. It was the seat of her father and it had had decades for the stuffing to learn the curvature of his ass. She trumpeted irritably as she was forced to choose one side of the loveseat to sit in, lest she fall deep within its cushions never to be found again. Her eyes blazed like topaz as she took note of the recently arrivals.<br/><br/>Despite Aranus' reassurances to the contrary, she had a fierce look about her. They were the eyes of a predator. Bureaucrat Radu tilted her head to the side curiously at the other loxodon. Her confusion passed quickly as it occurred to her, "Miss Poxy must have sent you. Clever little bitch that one..." Radu hauled herself out of the chair with no small amount of difficulty, moving uncomfortably close to the other Loxodon. A good half foot taller than Lala, her presence was certainly the more aggressive of the two, looming over the cleric, "What an excellent idea! I am glad I reached out to Selesnya Conclave. Not many know what Orator Radu's daughter looks like! A decoy would split any assassination attempts!"<br/><br/>Radu began to play with Lala's hair as if to reassure herself that it could be teased into a more formal style. She gripped the neckline of the Loxodon's dress to peek in at her cleavage with clinical detachment, "I think I have a dress that would suit you... I like it!"<br/><br/>Aranus blinked, words failing him throughout the exchange. He regained his composure after remembering to swallow hard, "Is this... the item we are to guard?"<br/><br/>Radu let go of Lala's dress in favor of turning towards the small black leather satchel by her father's chair, "Yes. Do be careful with it."<br/><br/>The package was no larger than a hat case, locked by magic runes and horse glue, "It shall not leave my side!" Klint replied with a stuffy bow, immediately handing it to his subordinate. The contents rattled within as he brusquely let it drop a few inches above Theo's grasp, "I am somewhat concerned with this change of plans, Bureaucrat Radu. You see, we are only staffed to protect one target! Multiple targets would vastly complicate things with just the two of us!"<br/><br/>"Oh, Poxy wouldn't send me some green clitted tree-fucker, I assure you! This one here is a warrior born! She can take care of herself! Show us your war face, girl!" She insisted, slapping Lala on the shoulder playfully, "Vicious!"