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Liandra Ah, the loving What. Good for loving, and what. It's a shithole, no doubt, a term with less meaning than before, as it could well apply to the whole world now. "Don't think he's a wizard," Liandra reassures Fluffy, "Not like you." She nods. "Nice," she says. Liandra's fairly sure Fluffy's older than her, a fact which doesn't dampen her desire to mentor the confused woman. Maybe it's just because Scribble's such a little sweetheart. Rumor's had it that people've started getting sick again. Just sniffles and coughs, but these days that can be deadly. "Sounding out," Liandra continues, "Not sure what Slamjams wants. Met the guy maybe once? But Randall'n me are solid and to stay solid I gotta hear out his friends. Who knows, could be a good deal." Liandra turns, stepping in front of Fluffy, right up close, in her grill. "You don't draw down unless I do first, dig?" she confirms. Then another turn and she strides off towards the loving What. "Randall!" she calls, jumping up the step to the porch. "Life good?" she asks, exchanging a shake with the man. "Good 'nuff," Randall replies. He's never been a man of eloquence, wearing his terseness like body armor. So he doesn't chat further, just turns and heads inside. Liandra follows, pushing into the smoky main room of the loving What.
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# ¿ Jun 16, 2014 14:53 |
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# ¿ Mar 29, 2024 12:36 |
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Liandra Liandra tips her hat to Randall. The sheer excess of the loving What doesn't bother her, not like some of those puritanical, hellfire and brimstone types. Fact is, she likes it just fine, might even be tempted by it if she weren't working. But she is, and so focus is to be rewarded. Liandra makes a glance at Fluffy, hiding a gesture behind her back to guide her to a table, while she herself takes off to the corner. The operator slides in opposite Slamjams, smiling pretty as you like and flashing two fingers at the passing beefcake for a round of drinks. "Friend of Randall's," she says. "Is a friend of mine. Let's talk," she says. Read Slamjams: 2d6+2 6 Nope, that fails.
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# ¿ Jun 17, 2014 04:31 |
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Liandra Unusually, obnoxiously inscrutable. Liandra watches Slamjams, the way he leans forward and teases with just enough information, with the promise of RICHES. "Riiiight," Liandra says slowly. "Information. Secret bunker warehouse with all the tech of the old world? Cache of antibiotics? Maybe it's just a map with a big X," she says. "You want jingle up front, yah?" she asks. "Smells way too fishy, chum," she says, twisting her voice on that word. "Now, if you can prove some kind of good faith....maybe we can talk deal."
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# ¿ Jun 21, 2014 18:07 |
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Gentle, quiet bump?
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# ¿ Jul 6, 2014 14:46 |