#bitty mills

[crowretaliation]

The baby blue's expression flashed with panic for a moment when Crow mentioned going to a shelter. "No shelter! They'll take my brother away!" He tried to force himself to calm down when Crow explained the next steps, still obviously stressed about it when he nodded shakily. "O-okay, I'll be there." The baby blue was already starting to try thinking of a safe place to hide his brother again for the future meeting.

Well, shit. It would be lying to say that Crow trusted any shelter, so the baby blue may probably be right. But staying around? The territory was already distributed, there was no way the bitty was going to be left alone by the other strays. Crow was out of options. Also, maybe he forgot to mention that he needed to get paid for the job? Yeah, totally forgot. The raspberry rolled his starry red eyelights as Crow was getting more and more invested in his Soulmate lookalike’s wellbeing. The weird sansy ended up sighting with a smile. “It’s okay, you can stay there with your bro until it’s over.” He suggested. “There’s no one in this shed when we’re onto something anyway.” He and the raspberry weren’t even sleeping here. Of course, the red one wasn’t really pleased about the whole deal, but he was still considering if it was a good idea or not to wait for them to be outside to slap his boss on the head.

Would it be a yes or a no, the two days soon passed. A street away from the mill were waiting, at the point of rendez-vous, a twenty-ish bittys that were ready to fight two night watchmen armed, the latest with guns and tasers, with the sole strengh of their fangs, attacks, and LOVE. To be honest, they weren’t really anxious about it. Looked like it wasn’t their first dance. Crow was sitting on a big rock, watching the moon glow in the night sky, thinking of another poetry he had yet to write, as he waited for the baby blue to arrive.

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The baby blue looked a little uncomfortable when Crow explicitly mentioned killing some of the humans, but he forced the feeling down. Surely Crow knows what he's doing. "Whatever you think is best?" The baby blue sounded uncertain, but he was already determined to go through with whatever revenge plan Crow would decide on. "I wish I could be of more help.. I don't even know much of the layout because my cage was kind of hidden, and when I got out I was more worried about escaping alive."

He was so screwed, by the stars, he would definitely not survive this. Well, that seemed totally relevant for him to die in such a- What was saying the little dude? Crow tried to bring himself back to reality.

“You’ll be alright.” He just said. “Do you have any place to stay? If not, I know a nice bitty shelter, down the street.” He knew asking Judge owner’s shelter name would come in handy. “So, I’m alright about all of that and you’ll pay back when you’ll have an owner you can steal from or anything?” He was definitely weak and dumb for baby blues. Of course, his Soulmate had been one. Crow sighed.

“Give me two days, I’ll be investigating what you said, doing a small background check of your cute little face and spying on the mill to see if it’s doable. If everything’s alright, we’ll meet back in 48 hours, at the road down the mill.”

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The baby blue wiped at his sockets, trying to force back the unshed tears. "I-I managed to bring my brother with me when I escaped. He's.. At least he's away from there. B-but all those other bitties are still trapped and hurting! I don't know how many humans worked there, but I want them to hurt. I want them to see their meanness will make them hurt too!" The bitty told Crow where the mill was. It was a smaller one, with too many bitties confined to too-small spaces, even for a mill.

Oh dumb head, prince of stupidity! Having one's Soul so needy for recognition that you'll risk the remains of a half-lived life to satisfy one another. Sometimes, Crow hated himself. That was one of those time. Cause. You know. He wasn't gonna say no. "Kay." He muttered. "You know what, to hell with those shits. We're gonna burn them all!" Yeah. Nope. That'll leave another problem. Maybe not burn down the other bittys as well? Like, perhaps? "After we find a way of saving them." Good thing it wasn't his mill, else the bittys weren't going to be salvageable. He would not save himself, would he still be in his mill. But those? Maybe a few years to pass over hardcore trauma and they'll be fiiine- or not. They would be able to survive, though. So. How to save those lil fuckers? Good thing he heard about that mill. It was the smallest of the town. "That's lucky there isn't that much of a security at night." He started. "Two guards are an doable kill if I bring my friends. Think the keys are on them? I guess so. Theorically speaking, we could then take the keys and free the bittys. Set the whole thing in gasoline and wait for the employees to go-" He stopped. "Uh well, we could just open the cages and let the bittys avenge themself. Seems more simple."

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The Baby Blue looked a bit more upset when Crow asked 'who' the targets were. "I-I don't know their names, they never really talked to any of us, just moved use from cage to cage. I heard some of the humans call the place a 'mill', but it didn't really look like a farm... They put my little brother in my cage and forced me to care for him while mommy was moved elsewhere... I heard them say they were going to dust me when he got old enough that I wasn't needed." The bitty started to tear up.

All his protection instincts faltered like snow in the sun. There was no way...

"Holy shit in seven hells." Yeah. Too much poetry reading last night, it started affecting his swearing. There was no way this kid was sending him out to fight a breeding mill? He lost a few 'things' already trying to escape it the last time. "O-okay, please don't cry." He was definitely getting some flashbacks now that a /baby blue/ was talking to him /about the mill/. And if his temper wasn't on hold at the moment, it wasn't a good idea to make things worst.

He'd taken him a minute to think of the best thing to do. Falling on his ass-bones on the dirt-bag, next to the client, he just stared at the emptiness, upset. "You know it's not possible to take down that whole thing, do you?" There was locks, guns and dogs to those places. Killing a guy in an alley? Check. Breaking into someone's house to trash their stuff? Check. Ruining a bar owner's life by breaking all their bottles, everyday? Yeah, that was fun too. But here, we were talking about a lot of kills. Well, depending on that mill's size, yeah. "What matters the most? Finding back your bro or revenge?" He finally asked. "Where's that mill, do you know how many employees it holds?" Not promising anything. Just investigating.

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A baby blue wanders in, looking nervous and worse for wear, his clothes were the factory standard, but dirty and torn. "You... you help bitties get revenge on humans, right? Could you hurt the people who were going to get rid of me so they could sell me brother?"

Aaaand this one would have a hard time paying him, wouldn't he? Ah, he had a soft spot for baby blues anyway so might as well give him a chance. Will make this one work for him for a time or something. Crow was still mentally exhausted from his former client, he had to wait some time before answering, collecting himself. "Dear!" The voice was still shaky with irritation. "Yeah, yeah, that's what we do!" He sighed. "And yes, we can, but not for free." The 'we' looked really a bit lonely considering there were nobody else than Crow, the baby blue and the raspberry bodyguard in the tool shed that he was using as an office. The sansy was actually including daddy Owl's horde of bittys, which was cooperating and wasn't small at all, and also a few relations he made here and there. He pointed an old potting soil bag for the baby blue to have a sit. "Let's first take a betta' look at your request. Who exactly are the futur targets?" He made his ball-jointed finger joints crack for good mesure.