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Buffel trotted through Civisect, careful to keep through the shadows despite being in good spirits. Feelin’ ace-high after visiting Polair, he’d done his best to reign himself and keep a low profile as he stalked through the streets. As he’d entered the city, he allowed himself a casual run of his harmonica, earning more than a couple unwanted glares before he’d stopped.

I fought long and hard with The Spirit to be allowed to go visit ‘er without supervision, if I get cached up in some gutter tryin’ to avoid a cullin’ I’ll never hear the end of it, he reminded himself.

Still, there seemed little reason to be concerned. The streets were a bustling as was the usual, but nothing about the happenings around him seemed to be worthy of note. Stopping at a street corner, Buffel caught himself with harmonica in hand, poised to continue. Quietly admonishing himself again, he put it back in his pocket, embarrassed at not having the self control he’d grown used to. Taking a deep breath, he put his think-pan into work mode, steeling his expression and passing through the arms of the crowd with a soft touch and careful indifference.

Just gotta get a few streets out and it’ll be less crowded, long as I don’t kick up a fuss for a hot minute I’ll be fine.

No sooner had this thought passed then did a wail stop him in his tracks. Wheeling around to face it, his hand lept to his holster without a second thought. He paused, realizing some nearby faces had considered his concern stranger than the sound that caused it. As the jaded masses went on their way with no further care, Buffel sighed at himself, pacing his steps firmly in the direction of the cry.

Welp, might as well give up on that low profile here and now.

Hearing the source of the tealblood's cry, Buffel had now broken into full sprint. Thieves don't usually meander after a take. Darting quickly past taller trolls around him, bobbing through legs and keeping a centered eye on the only other person matching his pace ahead of him, Buffel kept an eye on his peripherals for anything to get the jump on the culprit with.

Aside from some hazy thing floating above him (balloon maybe?) he saw a glint of a series of boxes ahead, giving the storefront wall to the left. He kept a steady eye on the culprit before him, while feeling his own waist in search until he found what he was looking for- a notch in the rope he kept tied to himself. Loosing it, he made his way toward the wall of the storefront. Finding the loop, he oversized it just in case and scrambled up the boxes.

Reaching the top box, he took in the view before him, a sea of older trolls of varying height, size, and blood color. But among them, only one was sprinting. That's the mark alright.

Eying up his throw, he tossed the ring wide, just looping around the thrashing thief. Buffel braced as the miscreant yanked at the rope, tightening it around themselves as they fell to the ground. Satisfied, the young yellowblood reeled in the lasso, walking over to the thief amidst some light applause from the crowd.

”Thank ya kindly folks, just helpin’ however I can!”


This is a bit more of spotlight than I’d like. Best hurry up, return the lady’s beetlepouch and scram before I get got. He thought to himself.

Buffel darted left and right through the crowd, his short stature allowing him ample room beneath the sea of arms. He reached the corner he had left the tealblood at and after a quick look around, found her sitting ‘round the curb close by. Sauntering over and trying to look respectable in the face of higher blooded company, he held the purse outstretched to her.

”Pardon ma’am, but I do believe this is yer’s.”

A look of relief washed over the tealblood’s face as she thanked him profusely, and with an unexpected hug, she was off with her partner in tow, waving Buffel a graceful goodbye. With that taken care of, Buffel quickly made his way back to the small shadowy alleys he’d crawled out of to help. Here’s hopin’ no more surprises come up... the young troll thought to himself.

...as long as I’m stickin’ to the shadows I ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.

Buffel made his way as quick as he could down the narrow alleyway afore a yelp behind him caught his ear.

”Hey, hey, hero, didn’t you know~?”

What in the subjugglator’s-, he paused, not expecting the sudden poke to the chest from the girl that had apparently floated downward? Was that even possible?

”This isn’t your turf.”

”Well howdy Miss! I certainly didn’t mean nothin’ by steppin’ in, but by gum did you just flo-”

The greenblood girl slung a string of questions at him, all venomous and accusatory, along with some hat-tippin’ towards where her allegiance lied. He had seen her type before. Well if that’s how it was gonna be…

”Pardon, ma’am. Or maybe don’t pardon, as you don’t seem particularly up for pleasantries. I came from outside the city, I’s workin’ on a contract that has since been finished, and they allowed me in here due to my politeness and peasant manner, a luxury of personality traits. Traits that you haven’t taken care to foster much, I reckon.”

Buffel eyed the greenblood with arms crossed. He weren’t gonna put on no airs for some greenblood tryin’ to knock him for doin’ a good deed.

”Ain’t no turfs in do-goodin’ Miss. Sooner ya learn that the more good yer gonna do. Help who needs helpin’ and be happy when people get helped.”

”Well hold on now just a second there lightfoot,”
Buffel shot the greenblood his best sneer. If this gal was partial to insults, maybe there was somethin’ good to be done with her attitude after all. Home would have to wait.


”Let’s say I see another crime on my way out of this fine city o’ yers. I’m partial to helpin’ folks in need and if you ain’t gonna get there quick enough, how am I gonna be at fault when I step in to help afore it’s too late?”


He could practically feel the heat radiating from her anger. Buffel shook his head brashly, throwing his arms up as if there weren’t no fix to her.
”I mean if I can hoof it to a crime quicker than your fancy flyin’, I think that’d make me a better hero than you.”


He looked back up ever so slightly, locking eyes with her while keeping his head bowed.


”Unless o’ course there weren’t some way we could prove who could do the most good in one night? Don’t be afraid to bow out if you feel ya can’t come it Miss, I won’t think much less of ya than I already did.”


The fire glinted behind his eyes with each tongue-lashing. He knew when his lasso aimed true and he’d gotten this uppity lightfoot by all fours.

Buffel had neatly put up a hand when she grasped for his collar. He couldn't contain a smirk as she went flush with anger. Hopefully this energy would be put to good use. As she sped off in search of someone to save, Buffel checked to make sure he still had his usual supplies. The trusty six-iron, the rope he'd used to lasso the purse snatcher, some ink and parchment for contracts, some feed for different critters, and his ammo belt. All he needed, wrapped around his waist. He strode off at an even pace, knowing he'd find something to work with in the district's where most of his contracts came out of. He whistled happily to himself, knowing everything was going exactly to plan.

The first was a red blood girl who had gotten lost from her Lusus in a crowded street. Buffel noticed her crying on the corner, and made sure to approach carefully. She was a few sweeps younger than him, barely beyond a wriggler. Her lusus, a giant verminbeast (common in cities) had gotten separated from her in a big crowd and she ran to find him, but by the time she realized she'd picked the wrong way they were already gone. Once she explained her situation to him, the yellow blood leapt into action. With as much grace as he could, he held the girl on his shoulders as she yelled, her head now above some of the crowd. He wished he weren't such a short-stack in this instance, but it'd have to do. When this offered no results, he took her over to an alleyway. Giving her his contract supplies he encouraged her to draw a bit while he clambered to higher ground. As she sat below scratching away at some drawings, he deftly hitched himself up a fire escape with his rope. From this vantage point, he could see the large verminbeast scurrying frantically, apparently having chosen the wrong direction to search. Buffel made his way back down carefully, keeping an eye on where he'd seen it. Not looking at her, he let the girl know to wait right there, and strode off in the direction of her lusus. Tracking the giant critter was easy, and once he got it's attention the pair were reunited in no time. For his efforts, Buffel received a few licks from the verminbeast and a lovingly crafted portrait of himself in a heroic pose, beaming like an Alternian moon. On the back was the girl's address, an offer he extended to her as well so she could write a proper thank you as she requested. Tussling her hair, Buffel scurried off in search of more goodery to do.