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Blood +2 | Heart +1 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +2 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +0 Harm: ☒ (electrical burns) |☒ (bruised and battered) ☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Copperstone's Lair It ain't my first fuckin' rodeo, that's for drat sure. I've had my fair share of meets with this kind of fancy-pants criminal. So, yeah, her goons pat me down and pocket my gats. Not the greatest look for me takin' off if things get dicey, but there's somethin' I can point to when Copperstone gets her brimstone panties in a twist. For all that she has it in for me, I didn't gun down her flunkies in broad daylight and her punk-rear end ell-tee started this poo poo. Gotta admit, the wheelchair almost brings a smile to my face when they wheel it in. Almost. If I wasn't still contemplatin' how I was gonna eviscerate Fire Ed or whoever the gently caress he thinks he is, that is. I lean back in the offered chair, Ivy in the chair next to me, and look at Copperstone through her fancy magic shield, "Gonna put this out there, lady, but your boy tazed me first. We all know drat well I coulda gunned all your goons down without breakin' a sweat. Outside of that poor gently caress missin' a face — sorry 'bout that, I'll send a fruit basket or whatever the gently caress — I think you'll find that I showed a fuckin' real lot of discretion for a fight your boys picked." I lazily point at the vent. "Course, I think we'll all find whatever you put in that basement a hell of a lot more interesting to talk about. What with your wizard poo poo causin' vamps around town to go all crazy..." I let that trail off for a second, then add. "Kells ain't exactly in her jurisdiction here, this ain't a traffic stop, but I got a line to the real magic cops on fuckin' speed dial. Why don't we drop the dick wavin' contest — I'm sure you're packin' some real heat, I'll take your word for it — and make a fuckin' deal. This ain't my scene, I just want whatever it is that's fuckin' with my friends and theirs to get gone." quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 8:33 PM
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Blood +2 | Heart +1 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +2 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +0 Harm: ☒ (electrical burns) |☒ (bruised and battered) ☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Copperstone's Lair Well now. Copperstone is all over the place. She wants info on Ella — and believe me, I know poo poo that would make Copperstone's brain fuckin' explode with how good it is — and she wants me behind bars. Not really a great strategy for makin' me talk, yeah? I say to Copperstone, "I ain't against makin' a deal like that, but it seems like y'already know how much she does for me. You offerin' to take her spot, lady?" Alright, fine, some of those charges are legit. Not like they're gonna stick, not with my contacts with Vancouver's Finest bein' what they are right now, but I can't really afford to spend the night in lock up given how busy it promises to be... And Ivy'd probably fuckin' tear Kelly in half when she tried to put me in the car. Now, don't get me wrong, 'bout half of me wouldn't mind getting the world's fuckin' biggest idiot outta my life, but... I mean, what good's a favor or two if they ain't around for ya to cash it in? Whether she likes me or not, she owes me a fuckin' ton. God, and of course Aatma had to crash things. This prick makes me see red erry time he Kramers inta my life. I check my phone real quick and smile. Sal's got business with him, huh. You know, I bet I could... Oh, Shin-Hye, you're a fuckin' mastermind. This is like so many birds linin' up to get stoned. Or whatever the gently caress the sayin' is. I stand and put a hand on Ivy's shoulder, she's up and flailing a chair like she's gonna break it over Kelly's head, and say, "Aw, Kelly, you know I'm gonna go quiet. Of course, what with all the rear end-savin' I've had to do for ya lately, it really wouldn't surprise me if you accidentally nabbed that rear end in a top hat instead. All vamps look alike, right?" Calling in a debt! Asking the medium favor of Kelly arresting Aatma in Shin-Hye's place! As I wait for Kelly's reaction and rub the hell outta Ivy's shoulder, I take a moment to murmur in her ear, "Don't worry, Ivy, they've all got an angle, but so do I. Let's keep it all smiles, yeah? Time and a place to rip and tear. Hopefully, it won't come to that tonight."
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Blood +2 | Heart +1 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +2 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +0 Harm: ☒ (electrical burns) |☒ (bruised and battered) ☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Copperstone's Lair Marking Mortality for successfully calling in Kelly's debt. Hell yeah. Nothin' like a dirty cop usin' her grit on someone deservin' for once. I'm in such a good mood that I don't even think I'll clue in Ella on who exactly spilled her secrets. Unless she asks real nicely, I guess, but that's life, ain't it? I look Copperstone in the eyes, shrug, and say, "Aw, what the hell. It's been one of those days, yeah? I'll call it square if you do, lady." I toss a card onto Ed. I woulda tossed it to her directly, but I figure the desk mojo wouldn't like that. It gets stuck in that mop he calls a hairdo. I add, "My number. Should be good for a few more days, but I gotta swap out my burners soon. " Accepting Copperstone's deal! Marking Wild for, essentially, calling in that debt. Copperstone exits The Web. I make a note to check up on Elminster High and how exactly the Crimson Moons were all tied up in it. Musta been before my time, but that's not sayin' a lot. A lot of things in the shadows are. I know Ella's not a saint, Ivy neither, but I'm not exactly the fuckin' pope myself. I just have a bottom line and I like to be clued in on this sorta poo poo. Either she'll tell me up front or I'll get word from the street. It don't really matter to me. I walk across the room, pop my hand on Sal's shoulder, and murmur, "Aight, kid, believe it or not, I just did you a solid there. I got a few connections on the force that should get us in alone with him for a little Q and A. 'Sides, he and his boys have a hot date planned tonight. White hot. The kind it'd be hard to ask him questions after."
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Blood +2 | Heart +1 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☒ (electrical burns) |☒ (bruised and battered) ☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: The Bar As Ivy and I pound a few brews, I begin to lay down the night's festivities with some bar snacks and coasters serving as an improvised map. I say, "Aight, so the cops are gonna be dropping some heat here..." I put down a handful of crisps on a coaster representing the highrise. "So that leaves the stashes I've tracked down here, here, and here." I place some mixed nuts on the indicated locations. "You'n the Moons are gonna be a big help, Ivy, real big, but I've got some ringers to spread the heat out as much as possible." I give her my most sultry smile and put a couple of shot glasses upside down on opposite flanks of the Moonwalkers' territory. I tap my head. "One last thing. I've got a source, best intel ya ever did hear 'bout, and they've helped me set this all up to go as smooth as possible. No guarantees in this biz, but it's about as close as it gets." Owing debts to Ella, Copperstone, and Olivia for a little assistance! I say, "This is gonna be rough, even with everything I've done ta prep, so if things go bad..." I draw her close and we share a real deep kiss. "Well, it's been a helluva ride, Ivy. You and yours have done right by me, I ain't gonna forget that no matter what happens tonight." quote:SidekickBOT - Yesterday at 6:58 PM End Move: Shin-Hye is learning more about the factions of the Wild and the upcoming conflicts between Ella and Copperstone, but they're drifting further and further from the street-level dealings with Mortality they were familiar with. +Wild/-Mortality. Also! Shin-Hye is proposing that they owe a debt to Ivy for her car-based assistance.1
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Blood +2 | Heart +1 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: My Turf Ain't no place like home, yeah? Sure, sure, I got a ghost up in my biz, but it could be a helluva lot worse. I've been gettin' my boys set up — I call 'em Silvers, people get all silver-eyed and strong as gently caress sometimes when I feed offa 'em. Haven't much figured it all out, but what the hell! Ain't a spot on yours truly, but they've got enough muscle to hang with the riff-raff that's lookin' to horn in on my new digs. Anyways, there's always a bunch of bullshit to take care of when you make a big move like this. You gotta grease the right palms, make sure the locals know who's lookin' out for 'em, make an example or two... Reminds me of the good times, yanno? Before all this spooky poo poo. 'Course, it's not all sunshine and puppies. Speakin' of puppies, somma Ivy's kids got winged when we were stormin' the place. I ain't gonna lie, I couldn't really have done it without 'em. That's why I'm still stomping around this whole basement business. poo poo ain't been nothin' but trouble, but Ivy's done right by me and my boys. I'm gonna square things up. 'Sides, I bet she'd be all appreciative and whatnot. Might even invite her to my new digs, show her a little of that fuckin' Shin-Hye hospitality. Of course, when you're pokin' around fuckin' wizard poo poo like this goddamn basement, yer gonna need a fuckin' wizard to make sure nobody goes back in time to unkill the fuckin' dinosaurs or something. Even with Copperstone slippin' me info and an opening on the sly, I ain't about to take chances. quote:SidekickBOT - Last Monday at 12:07 PM Also, as Ivy is still In The Web at the start of session, I learn a secret that she would rather keep hidden.
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: My Turf Huh, some fuckin' spooks are after me now? poo poo. What the hell did I do to catch their eye? I mean, yeah, the turf me 'n the Crimson Moons picked up is pretty choice, but I didn't think it'd rate one of those suit outfits. Still, whatever, gotta bust 'em up. Ain't good for yer rep to let a bunch of assholes try and roll your friends or their friends for info on ya. Plus, y'know, ain't nobody gonna put the business to Mankini but me. God, I hope he got those fuckin' pants I sent him and starts wearin' em. Y'can't just walk around like that anymore, gets ya some real weird looks and people start wonderin' what crazy poo poo's hidin' in yer closet. Those faerie types always are a little outta touch. I say, "Yeah, yeah, I got ya covered. A few blue boys over medium? Can do. I'll letcha know what I find. Later." I hang up, stuffing the phone back in my pocket, then call over to Ivy, "Aight, I think our boy here is with the program. Let's get him some ground and come to... an arrangement." She tosses him onto the roof and I pat her shoulder. God, she's a treasure. What beats escapin' an ambush and shakin' down some low-life with yer girl? Ain't much, I'll tell you that for free. As he lies there in a heap, I say, "Here's the deal, Reggie, take it or take a quick trip to the street. You know how you tried to do us? You can square things up by doin' your boy Jean-Paul the same way. Get him in a room with me and Ivy and... Well, I ain't gonna treat ya to a round next time I see ya, but I won't rip yer arms off." Shin-Hye proposes that Reginald promise to arrange a "meet" with Jean-Paul in exchange for not getting his just desserts. I check the time and my mouth tightens up. Aight, better get started on this suit business. Got a bit before I need to hit the basement, but I can't just piss around with this rear end in a top hat on the roof forever. When it comes to suit types, though, I know just the lady to get the down-low from. Selene Delacroix, conspiracy expert and general go-to for anything like this sounds to be. She's a little fuckin' dead, but that doesn't mean a lot these days. Goddamn ghosts comin' at you from all angles. Hell, it's a funny story how she died. She likes to play it up like she got too close to the truth or some poo poo and was vanished, but she really just got tied up in her giant-rear end conspiracy board and accidentally hung herself. I pat Ivy on the shoulder, "Gotta check in on some new trouble, but let me know what he says, alright? I know you can be real persuasive..." I wink, then head back down to the street. It's not too far to Selene's place, I bet I can be there in like five. quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 5:15 PM Advancing! Going to take +1 Heart.
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Conspiracy Central poo poo, Nick? The U.N.? Talk about a blast from the past... but, y'know, all hosed up and spooky now. Were the leadership always up in the crazy poo poo? What was this motherfuckin' Ghost Busters bullshit and why was my main man dead? Needless to say, I've got a fuckin' burnin' desire to get to the bottom of this poo poo and they better hope they have some answers. ...'Cause I'll shoot 'em if they don't. Hey, sue me. You try bein' all good at subtlety when your past gets tossed at ya like that. I shuffle through my coat pockets, tap out a cigarette full of Ella's special blend from a crumpled pack, and light it up. It's like smoking the first day of spring. Not a lot still gets through, now that I'm a vamp and all, but Ella's stuff? Always there to take the edge off. I take a long drag, then let the heavy smoke — more like mist, dunno — settle into a pool around my feet. There we are. There's my motherfuckin' zen. I say, "Aight, aight. Cut that poo poo out with the ghost zapper. You leave Nick outta this mess and give me a few good reasons why I should listen to a couple of toughs in suits, city bein' what it is these days, mebbe I'll be able to help you. You don't..." I let the words hang, then hook a thumb at Nick. "City has a way've keepin' people around. You want to join 'im?" quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 1:37 PM
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Conspiracy Central I clap Nick on the back — or at least try to, my arm phasin' through him — and say, "Well, poo poo, sounds like things are goin' to be gettin' worse than the time we were in that turf war with the Red Scorpions. But, all that aside, seems like game's changed since we were runnin'. The UN's all spooky and poo poo now with that ghostbusters tech, I'm a fuckin' vamp, you're a fuckin' ghost..." I shake my head. "Fuckin' weird-rear end city. Alright, poo poo, I think we gotta check out this bar. They obviously got my number, might as well walk inta that knowin' it's going to be a fuckin' mess and pick up what info we can. Better than lettin' em run me down again." I shake my head, "Well, poo poo. Days like this make me wish I could still drink. C'mon, I'm parked over here."
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Max's Mm, you want to know how things were with me and Nick? Not sure there's much to tell, but I ain't hiding anything. He was my in, way back when I got started in the business. I was just a punk-rear end kid back then, standin' watch on deals and, eventually, runnin' the count. Nick? Nick was the head of our little section of town. So, yeah, things between us were pretty tight. He was my mentor, I guess, and I fuckin' blew his socks off with how hungry I was. He got me in, but it wasn't that long before we were runnin' things together. He's a real solid guy. Ya gotta be to pull something like that spooky ghost crap, right? But me, I've got ambition. I've got drive. I've got all the poo poo that was supposed to take us to the top. Funny how things work out. Still, I got my people, I got my turf, and now I've got my partner. poo poo's lookin' up for Shin-Hye's crew. God, I really need to figure out a catchy name. None of that red or moon crap, though, that brand is hella diluted. I mean, much love to Ivy and her pack, but that ain't gonna get the recognition when every two-bit spook is runnin' with a name like that. Alright, alright. Enough yammerin' about the past. I'm here at this shithole bar, where there's a fuckin' marriage celebration goin' down, and I need to talk to this Mike scumbag. I ain't too pleased with how the UN's been throwin' down so far, but if they're in the know... It might be a drat good bridge to keep unburned. Still gotta boot a few motherfuckers, though, but that really goes without sayin'. I ain't about to be the bitch in any partnership we cook up, so I might as well remind 'em why you don't gently caress with this vamp. I got some real skills, after all, and it'd be a drat shame to let 'em rust. I walk over to the goons and their bossman, flash the card, and say, "Yo. I'm here to see Mike. Some of you suited ghostbuster fucks pointed me here a bit back."
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Max's Alright, yeah. Ain't no secret I was with the U.N. and running their corners. Been in the city as long as I've been and I got my start downtown. Eastside. Ancient history at this point. The weirdo serial killer poo poo? Now that's got my attention. Still... all this is some bullshit. DNA samples? When the gently caress did they take those? Are they a goddamn gang or a government conspiracy? I give Mike a look, "Man, if I knew that poo poo I would have torn apart the motherfuckers who did it apart already." I tap the table, my fingernail scratching a furrow into surface. "I think you've got some serious poo poo backwards. I don't know about this Ghostbusters bullshit y'all are into, but the whole thing was a meet gone wrong. We got word that one of the US orgs — Nick could probably tell ya who — wanted to move some product. Good poo poo, good price. I was on point for the meet, got jumped, woke up like this a week or so later." I lean back against the bench and wave dismissively, "So, Mike, you clearly got this poo poo on lock. Why were my guts used for some black magic bullshit?"
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Max's I shrug, "Well, Mike, you and yours never let me and mine in on this side of the business. What kind of leader sets their crew up to be merked by the loving boogeyman? I wasn't about to bring my boys into this world, seein' how I got in it, so I did the best thing I could for them: I went dark and made new friends." I lean forward at that last bit. "Speakin' of, Mike, your heavies have been making a scene with some of my friends. I'm not rulin' out teamin' back up or nothin', but I'm not about to burn the bridges I put together cause your crew doesn't got manners." I tent my fingers on the table, "Here's the score. I'll look into your basement, god knows that place has something I need to see down there, and I'm even open to an alliance. I know I've got a pretty prime spot, especially for a small crew. You lost a lot of goodwill with this mess and how it played out, but the UN's done right by me before all this. I'll give you a chance to make it right." I let that sit for a moment, then hold out two fingers. "First, stay offa my connections. The Crimson Moons and the Goat's Horn Tavern need to be fuckin' sacrosanct or this is all off in the biggest of ways. You've got muscle, yeah, but I'm bigger and badder than I ever was before. Not sure that's a fight you want to pick. Second, give me one of your goons. He — or she, I don't give a poo poo — needs the boots. Medium. You'll get 'em back breathin', might need some med leave. That'll square things with the hornet's nest you kicked." I lean back casually, fuckin' cool as a cucumber. No matter who Mike really was or what he really wanted, I'm not gonna be intimidated. I'm motherfuckin' On Shin-Hye and it's about time people started realizin' just what that meant. quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 5:45 PM
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Max's I grin, icy, and say, "...Yeah, I got an angle. If they don't get riled by a buncha jackboots, I'll see about keeping them off your lawn." Now, just sayin', but of course, I'm gonna be a bit more diplomatic-like with Ivy and her boys. Y'don't just go and start barkin' orders to a lady like that, 'specially one with that level of involvement. Mike doesn't need to know that poo poo. 'Sides, whatever he thinks he's got on me, I'm going to blow him outta the water. This basement is gonna get hit by the Shin-Hye special and it doesn't even have a clue that I'm coming for it. I make a mental note to track down Mike's address and leave him some fuckin' vanilla beans. A little reminder that I'm not just the real thing, I'm more than. "Y'ever think that drinking beaver ball-juice is a weird-rear end way to make a point? Whatever, I'll be in touch. Got some irons to fuckin' take outta the fire." I slide back out, smooth as hell, and leave a burner on the table for Mike to keep, "I'll hit ya with the spot once I nail out the deets with the other guys. Be ready for it." Now, plan-wise, this all didn't cost me poo poo. Mebbe a few favors cashed, but that's it. That's the best part of the biz, y'know? The give and take. I've been doing a lot of giving, now it's time to get what I need. I got that punk-rear end hustler lining up his robe-and-wizard-hat boss man for a snatch and grab, that gets me a line on the weirdo magic poo poo and a way to shut it down. Copperstone owes me for that scene before and I've got the patrol schedules and a hole in security a mile wide to slip through. Ivy's gonna have a few guys on stand-by, just in case I need a quick and dirty exit... but I figure it won't come to that. Now, I just gotta make sure Ella knows I've got her guy to hit with the boots and hash out a bit in the way of a bigger loving gun with that spooky cop. Not sayin' I want to blow a hole in Copperstone's goon army or nothin', but if there's something nasty down there I want a big-rear end gun and some big-rear end magic bullets to handle it. quote:So, true to the playbook, this all is a giant mess of debts getting generated and cashed that probably ends up with an advance: Taking Deadly from the Hunter as my second off-playbook advance. Tricky fucked around with this message at 20:34 on Jan 5, 2018 |
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: The Basement (!) Alright, like I said, I've got this all planned out. Ivy and her boys are outside, in case I need a distraction or extraction or whatever the hell else -ion you can think of, but I ain't gonna drag her in on this wizard bullshit before I figure out what exactly it is. I heft the bag and make my way towards the pedestal in the middle of the room. I have to dodge a few wards on the way, sure, as I time the camera sweeps, but I got what I needed on the defenses from rolling JP. I don't want to say 'What could possibly go wrong?' cause that's all sorts of bad juju to bring down, but seriously. It's pretty drat tempting. I get up to the dias and look down at it and... What the gently caress is all this supposed to be? Goddamn wizard poo poo. quote:SidekickBOT - Last Wednesday at 4:38 PM
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: The Basement (!) I've said it before, I'll say it again: Fuckin' wizard poo poo. It's always something like that, isn't it? 'Course, seein' all that go down did bring some clarity to things. First off, guess that answers why the vamps have been goin' so bugnuts. Might be able to do somethin' with it, rally the Night gangs 'n poo poo to stop these ivory tower motherfuckers from takin' us down piecemeal. And, maybe most pertinently, stop Elias from takin' me down piecemeal. I know that dude's got some serious mojo and, whatever his game is, it's pretty drat clear that he's not gonna take whatever happened layin' down. And, yeah, it answered some questions about who I am. What I am, even. Two things: I'm On Shin-Hye. Always have been, always will be. Some people just roll over and accept things when their time comes. But me? Heh. I fuckin' pulled myself outta hell by my bootstraps. You think those vamps have some lingering resentment? Try the white-hot rage I felt when that gently caress did his soul-thieving. Course, somethin' like that burns a lot outta ya. It's like all the things that make you human get cooked out along the way, just leavin' the rage smoldering in the embers. Maybe that's why I need to suck in all that human poo poo to stay sane, yanno? Alright, alright. Next steps... Well, I guess I can fill in Ivy along the way, since she gave me a ride. Might as well give Copperstone a call too, let her know that she's got an angry wizard in her precious basement doin' some dirty wizard business. Ain't nobody likes that. So after a few minutes thinking it all over while we pile in the car, I start to do just that. @copperstone posted:it's done. might want to disavow/burn the place, whatever you need to do to cover your rear end. our mystery didn't end up being the good kind if you get what i'm saying. have info if you want to meet. Cryptic, sure, but about as good as I could do without a face-to-face. Ivy's account of things is a little more complete, though frankly still pretty obtruse. Fuckin' wizard poo poo always is. I say, "Well, Ivy, I ain't gonna say that it's lookin' good. Elias has been doin' some crazy poo poo with makin' vamps or somethin', doesn't look like it's been working, but... poo poo, I dunno. We get this out to the gangs, I bet the bloodsuckers are gonna calm down some. We all got bigger problems than turf wars right now." I sigh. "I figure we need call a meet. All the major players in the area. You, me, Jackie, Alexi, and whoever we can get to represent Arcanis. Neutral ground. A fuckin' parley."
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Not The Basement Well, poo poo. You can't get much out of a dead wizard. Even if that was the best kind. Never know when JP might be able to help with some counter-hexing or whatever the gently caress it is he does. I say, "Alright, change in plans. Ivy, can you get things rolling on the meet? Put the word out that we're calling for a grand parlay, hit up some of Arcanis's ghost crowd maybe. They've got connections with fuckin' everyone. Plus that's the kind of poo poo that'll catch some attention. I gotta pull an rear end in a top hat wizard out of the fire in the meantime, but you've got my number. Sound good?" I tap out a quick reply as well. @Reggie posted:ok where's he at. i have a spot i can stow him. safe. real safe.
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Abbotsford So Ivy can pick up a debt, sure, but I think I also clear one (marking Night) and pick one up on her because the promise got fulfilled... and boy, that was a lot of trouble. I nod at Nick, "Alright, yeah, let me take a look." Corpse? poo poo, that's even odds for being my man JP, and if it isn't... well, the wizard may well get gutted by the demon thing if I take this too slow. Still, gotta get some intel before I jump out and kill all the motherfuckers in the room, so time to get my sneak on. "Wait here, Reggie. Let the pro do their thing." I slowly edge my way through the alley, guns at the ready, and I finally can hear their argument. I poke my head around the corner of the wall, real sneaky-like, and I get an eyeful of whatever the hell that is. Seems familiar... but is it the kind of familiar that I'm about to vent with great motherfuckin' prejudice? quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 11:47 AM
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Blood +2 | Heart +2 | Mind +0 | Spirit -1 || Mortality +1 | Night +1 | Power -1 | Wild +1 Harm: ☐|☐☐|☐☐ || Corruption: ☒☐☐☐☐ || Location: Abbotsford It's been a pretty fuckin' crazy couple of minutes, caught between a dumbass wizard with an itchy wand finger and an equally dumbass saint and/or demon with an itchy sword finger, but let's be real. I'm On Shin-Hye. I eat this poo poo for breakfast and, let me tell you, I ain't even sweatin'. I give 'em both a look, the kind that's like 'really? I've gotta be the adult in the room?', and say, "Alright, alright. Calm the gently caress down. The way I see it, we all wanted JP breathing. You wanted the money for a successful job, you wanted his soul later, and I wanted that fuckin' info he had. None of us get what we want from a stiff. Now we can vent each other, let whoever did this laugh their way to freedom, or we can put our fuckin' heads together and catch that son of a bitch." I say, "Alright, here's what I'm thinking. Garry. You've gotta have some wizard poo poo that'll let you case the scene for clues, right? Marcy, you've probably got some sort of soul trackin' bullshit in that nose of yours. Gotta be a way we can put it all together and figure this out, yanno?" quote:SidekickBOT - 04/11/2018 Tricky fucked around with this message at 20:08 on Apr 20, 2018 |
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