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On Armani Street, in Gothic City, is an imposing skyscraper and former hideout of the Black Masks - now taken as a stronghold by the Tierra Mia gang. It is part restaurant, part bar, part nightclub, and all fortress.

The Finest Dining on the East Coast

"We here at The Patio are prepared to offer you the greatest experience of your life. Guaranteed fresh, grown locally, and cooked right when you order."

To dine within the walls of The Patio is to indulge yourself. Only the finest ingredients are put into the recipes here, straight from the roots of the Black Masks organization in Italy. Pastas are an automatic inclusion, but the chefs also are masters in roasting meats and baking various cakes. The dessert menu is just as imposing as the appetizers and entrees. The waiting room is always packed, but it's for a very good reason. People from all over the world come here to eat and party, starting at the restaurant portion and working their way down into the bar and nightclub as the hours tick by.

This is just the start of restarting the economy of Gothic City, rebuilding it from the ground-up with cold hard cash. Mr. Harvey personally visits the restaurant, his overwhelming charisma hypnotizing patrons and inviting them to stay for a while. The chef's special is always the Sicilian Roast, which is a 60% fat 40% meat cut of pork, lamb, or duck. Coated in nothing but a thin almond butter glaze and braised until it is almost entirely melted, the incredible heat of the ovens churn the fats into a succulent gravy so that the meat stews in nothing other than pure flavor. Only then is the meat meticulously cut out and served, shaved of any imperfections and offered with one side.

Of course, if there is any trouble, unsavory patrons are always given a special table with Mr. Harvey himself. Strangely, they're never seen for the rest of the night.

But dining is not limited to the rustic brilliance of old-world Italian homeliness. The modern swing has also influenced other areas where patrons may choose to sit and enjoy their stay at The Patio. A massive aquarium absorbs the ceiling of the second-most traveled dining experience available. Here, the saltwater and freshwater fish dart and linger around the tables, with patrons able to watch feeding times and various shows with dolphins and orcas. Teams of professional choreographed swimmers are even invited to perform here on occasion.

Yet for all the nostalgic hardiness of the rustic dining and the graceful beauty of the underwater dining, there is one place that dominates traffic for all of The Patio's tables.

The prestigious skyline dining is a famous cornerstone of The Patio, and features a kitchen and staff of its own so that the patrons are not served unfairly given elevator traffic. Here, the length and breadth of the Gothic airways are opened for all paying customers to see. Rigorously defended night and day, not to mention, considering the living warzone aspect of the city itself.

The Patio is a huge step on the road for Gothic to be rebuilt, after all, and it is still a long way away from coming back together. Here, at the edge of the world, the scars can be seen clearly.

Notorious members of the Black Masks family often congregate here in large reunions from across the world, with Mr. Harvey hosting private shows and banquets for his loved ones. Yet, by a special once-in-a-lifetime invite, some outsiders are allowed here only at the discretion that they never speak of what is discussed. If they ever do, the Black Masks know who they are. They know how to find them. And they will make them disappear.

A Lounge to Die For

"The Patio not only offers your evening meal, but also your nightly festivities. Begin with any of your favorite drinks, or experiment with something new and exciting, all prepared by our expert bartenders."

The Las Vegas of the Eastern Seaboard

Sionis Nightclub

The Red District

Details coming soon.

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#2 Posted by Joey_Destroyer_of_Worlds (3392 posts) - - Show Bio

Ha, I'm gonna blow it up.

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Nice!

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#6 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@the_puzzler:

This is due for some major work, but thanks :)

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#8 Posted by Apex_ (1071 posts) - - Show Bio

Awesome stuff so far.

Gonna have to swing by once I know Jess ain't dead >.> <.< or find an excuse for Kit or Rapax to come here

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#9 Posted by Frank_Scaletta (1095 posts) - - Show Bio

Detroit.

The Finest Dining on the East Coast

"We here at The Patio are prepared to offer you the greatest experience of your life. Guaranteed fresh, grown locally, and cooked right when you order."

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#11 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

Thinking about opening this place with a huge party.

Once it's done of course.

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#12 Posted by Frank_Scaletta (1095 posts) - - Show Bio

>:)

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#13 Posted by The_Shogun (4803 posts) - - Show Bio

Now this looks good.

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#14 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@the_shogun:

There's always room in the family.

@frank_scaletta:

Don't you go looking at my tower with those eyes.

Those are "stick everything with C-4 and watch from a safe distance" eyes.

I know those eyes.

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#15 Posted by The_Shogun (4803 posts) - - Show Bio

Don't you go looking at my tower with those eyes.

Those are "stick everything with C-4 and watch from a safe distance" eyes.

I know those eyes.

I chuckled lol.

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Serene, umbrageous, reticent, the atmosphere encompassing those soft-spoken, suit-clad figures exhausted Kesler's high-spirited behavior. Enfolded on his unorthodox periwinkle shirt and charcoal pants, girdled by an equally obsidian belt, the radiant figure stretched his forearm skyward, pressing the palm of his hand cautiously against the golden threads bulging from his head, a frown tainted the customary effervescent countenance, both eyebrows bending into an angered gaze. His fingers tapped periodically against the mahogany of the counter, emitting ondulations on the surface of his Classic Sazerac. Clutching nonchalantly an azure pen in-between his fingers as both eyes darted throughout paragraphs and more paragraphs of information.

Hand sluggishly descending, he shifted his gaze toward the Black Masks' representative. "Before I sign this, would you mind clarifyin' a few things?" His lips curled superciliously. "Oh, what am I sayin', 'course you don't." Reclining on his seat, elbows projecting outwards, he recapitulated. "Firstly, is this an actual contract of exclusivity? I mean, nothin' against you people, but I won't work for one boss only. The point of freelancin' is exactly havin' no superiors, I work with people, not to people. Hope some small-fry like you can understand that, I'm above this relationship you have with your boss." His grin widened. "Secondly, I dunno if you heard it, but my payroll is sorta... strange. I hope you're willin' to pay me half in money and half in, well, you know what. Unless I get Venezuela kneelin' before me as some national hero, I doubt I'd get that sh!t for free." Abruptly changing his eyes into a no-nonsense stare and inclining forth, Thunderwave resumed. "Thirdly, you better know how this business is run. I do what you guys want me to, you guys pay me what we agreed to, I mess up, I don't get paid, you mess up, and I'll have to consider myself betrayed... I hate people who cross me, I'd tell you to go and talk with some of them, but they all burnt to a crisp. We understood?"

Sighing as he reseted his mood, Tempest gesticulated toward the glasses. "Please think well and enjoy your drink."

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#17 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@thunderwave:

Giovanni acted as Mr. Harvey's eyes and ears here in the lower parts of the restaurant, as well as a sub-manager of the nightclub and bar areas. He was usually the first step mercenaries and bounty hunters took in securing a working relationship with the Black Masks family. As a result, he knew tons of unsavory guys. Plenty of meatheads with more brawn than common sense, some with actual wit, all the way to the professional gunmen and mutants with powers they wanted to use just for killing people and making a profit.

He was hardened to this kind of treatment, but the kid in front of him was still an obnoxious douche. Giovanni supposed he had the ability to act on all that ego, otherwise they wouldn't be having this conversation.

"Look, Mr. Thunderwave," Giovanni replied at length from behind his lit cigar. What a stupid name. "I'm going to be honest with you. I don't do lists. Mercenaries come to me, they do what Mr. Harvey wants, they get paid. Simple as that. It's a contract you can cancel at any time if you think we're mistreating or underpaying you, you have the opportunity to ask for more pay once you start getting consecutively good results. We're not your bosses, we just honor your commitment to breaking heads,"

He leaned back in his seat at the booth, his third glass of bourbon sitting on the edge of the table. He hadn't tapped for a refill yet, otherwise there would be a fourth one there as soon as he moved.

"Besides, we would prefer if you kept any part of your employment to the Black Masks family as confidential as possible,"

The 'point of freelancing'. Puh.

"Just kill the people Mr. Harvey tells you to, and you'll get paid. I'm sure that's simple enough for you to understand, small fry,"

Snuffing out his cigar in the nearby ashtray, Giovanni took the signed parchment and crushed it into a ball before getting up. Signatures are pointless compared to an oath to the Black Masks family. He smirked all the while.

"This place is just a warmup. We're hitting the downstairs, treating you to something real nice before meeting the boss." Of course, he meant the Red District. The Black Masks, though one of the most violent gangs in the world, were not above showing their allies some good old-fashioned hospitality.

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#18 Posted by Thunderwave (485 posts) - - Show Bio

@thisisgonnahurt:

Tempest's persona wasn't sophisticated, neither was it strictly professional, it was childish and arrogant when it wasn't downright ignorant. He couldn't expect anything but a callous reception from his employer's subordinates and thus he only responded in a warm-hearted chortle. Those fiery pupils probing your mind, fathoming how your line of thought worked, as if wondering to what extent your persistence could last as you dehumidified to your grave.

Raising his index finger between his lips as he folded his legs, Thunderwave quiescently judged his situation. A few drawbacks, the covert aspect of this contract could prove tricky, all the caution and probably even oaths he'd have to take unto consideration. Overally, it was a great deal, money and energy to his heart's content, yet once you unearthed Black Masks' history, you'd see it's not as smooth as you'd hypothesize. For a few moments, the only sound he emitted was gulping as the alcohol moistened his parched throat.

He nodded.

A simper crossing his face as the signature was placed on paper... Just so the contract could be squashed in front of his eyes. "Oh, man, that's an odd way to settle things. But yeah, I get you, this is an opportunity in a thousand." His smirk lengthened. "Fit for a pro looking for an actual challenge." Erecting from his seat and permitting Giovanni to take the lead, he'd follow the man to the actual plesantries. The drinks were and the place was decent, but not quite as energetic as he'd prefer.

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@thisisgonnahurt:

The name "Aurelius"... Normally it would strike fear into the hearts of criminals like these, the outlaws that sought to make an empire from the dust at their feet. Not this time though. This time he came not as an aggressor, not as a neutral party, but as a friend.

The Black Masks were known for many things in the underworld: the efficiency with which they dispatched their competitors, the brutality they displayed when dealing with traitors and particularly ornery rival gangs, but most importantly, and most impressively, was the totality with which they changed the areas they conquered, and almost always for the better. They set up grand enterprises, employed thousands around the world, and catered to the tastes of those that could afford the lavish lifestyle they offered, but also provided entertainment, benefits, and a decent working wage to those they employed. In doing so they won people's gratitude and trust, built an actual community around a heart of illicit gains.

It was crime, but it was crime done right.

That was what Marco had come to admire about the enigmatic Mr. Harvey. He was a businessman, entrepreneur, and a philanthropist in his own right. He served as the tyrant that civilized the wilds, he was Gilgamesh slaying Humbaba, civilizing the world though those considered divine sought to punish him for doing so. Gothic was the perfect example of this. In the lawless wasteland that was Gothic City Harvey had created a tower of illicit pleasure, open to all those able to afford it, and, somehow, in the middle of poverty and despair, it worked. People came from all over the world to dine in the middle of hell, to take in all the pleasures denied or simply unavailable to them in their homelands, and slowly his island of prosperity grew. The Black Masks protected their workers, secured the neighborhoods they came from, and as they secured territory their influence in the community grew, order was restored and law came back to what little land they held, until they had people lining up to join them, to join their saviors, the Black Masks.

Marco took a seat in the lounge, waiting for a table to open up. Taking a moment to look around, he took to admiring the grand, if somewhat gaudy, surroundings, turning over the history of the Masks in his head, marveling at their successes. As one of the hostesses carrying an ornate wooden box walked past him he took the chance to stop her, and soon his own breath carried the rich scent of cigar smoke that already perfumed the air. He had known the masks from previous ventures, and was wary of them at first, even oppositional, but as he came to know them he gained a respect for not only what they did, but the ties that bound them together. A family, they called themselves. Surrogate parents, brothers and sisters to those who had lost their own along the way. Clouds of smoke hung thick around his eyes as he reflected on his own path, tried to make sense of everything he'd given up, attempted to justify all the killing, the deceit. It was ironic, almost, that one of the few people he could bear revealing himself to was one of the most powerful crime bosses in the world, a man who would be considered a tyrant by almost any other Aurelius in the history of their line. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, a half sigh half chuckle as the hostess he'd procured the cigar from earlier returned, her posture perfectly straight, the practiced smile giving off a sense of gratitude, filling Marco with a sense of belonging as he rose to meet her.

"Mr. Aurelius? Your table is ready." and with a sweep of her hand she gestured him past the ornate dining room, past some of the world's greatest celebrities and wealthiest aristocrats, past even royalty, and back into the VIP section.

"Two and a half minutes? The wait gets shorter every time."

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#20 Posted by Marco_Aurelius (159 posts) - - Show Bio

@thisisgonnahurt: (If there's anything you'd like me to edit let me know, it's your gang and I don't want to misrepresent it.)

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#21 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@marco_aurelius:

"Like Gilgamesh slaying Humbaba."

You shouldn't be worried about misinterpretation :P

Mr. Harvey will join you shortly.

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#22 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@marco_aurelius:

"Marco? Give him the best table in the house - mine,"

Mr. Harvey knew very few allies outside of the Black Masks, so few in fact that he could literally count them on one hand and not include his thumb. Added to this, they were individuals and not heavy organizations with tons of influence. He had built himself and the reputation of his family out of nothing, amassing a truly awe-inspiring fortune and cult following. Newspapers called the Black Masks monsters, followed the trail of their brutality rather than of their charity and goodwill. The only enemy they made were enemies of the family, a natural calling rather than an oppressive one. Some mook messes with your brother or sister? Of course you're going to react. Media just painted it wrong, like they always did.

The gangsters are monsters, and the skull masks they wear are representative of their decayed souls and moral standards.

That just meant they haven't gone to any of the places the Black Masks endorsed, or at least they didn't know it. San Betral was destroyed by the Warsman monstrosity. People were melting in the streets. Every last building was either filled with that biological soup or sinking into the sea - or both. Mr. Harvey made it his personal responsibility to rebuild San Betral, the 'crown jewel' in his empire. He created thousands of jobs, built hundreds of places for them to spend money and have fun, to bring them back from squalor and desperation in the shadow of the apocalypse. And still, people called him a monster. Maybe it was because he liked casinos? Bureaucrats.

He held out a hand expectantly, one of his bodyguards handing him a lit cigar as he pulled back the curtain into his personal table and dining area. The two guards remained at the door as he entered.

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"Marco!" he roared happily, embracing the man as if he were his own flesh and blood. "Good to see you, how're you holding up? You know you can stay here as long as you want,"

Patting Marco on the shoulder, Mr. Harvey immediately took a drag of his cigar through the mouthpiece of his mask and exhaled slowly, savoring the taste of the tobacco, turning politely as to not blow it in Marco's face.

"We'll start off with some water, eh? Tonight's been a good night, none of the heavy stuff. I suggest the Sicilian Roast, lamb or duck. The pork cutlets are a little too flaky for me, but you order whatever you want, I won't judge,"

He was obviously excited to have Marco here at The Patio tonight, as if he were inviting a best friend over for dinner and Netflix or something. Sliding a chair out from the table, they were going to sit parallel to the aquarium, the part where the dolphins and orcas were kept apart from the other exotic fish. These were show animals, used for the upstairs entertainment area, and fed like royalty.

Tonight, Marco would be as well. He was a guest of Mr. Harvey's after all.

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#23 Posted by madao_ (15 posts) - - Show Bio

*sleeping on the backyard*

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#24 Posted by Satar (2217 posts) - - Show Bio

Stopping by after Gothic's Ultimatum.

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#25 Posted by Petiri_Mapoza (39 posts) - - Show Bio

Might post here with Curve tonight.

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#26 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@thunderwave:

Giovanni had a decent idea of what the "other half" of this guy's payment must be, considering his whole theme.

"I will admit, the fur coat? Looks nice," he said, leading the mercenary into one of the famous showgirl bars for late-night entertainment. He swept his hand towards the bartender and he nodded, preparing the gangster's fourth bourbon for the night.

He grabbed a table near the middle of the stage, about three rows back. This wasn't your typical sleazy strip joint, more of a classy cabaret palace. Routines, actual performances and choreographed dances. Not a single pole in sight.

"I got something for you," Giovanni reached into his coat pocket, giving his guest a forward payment of $10,000 signed by the Big Man Upstairs himself. "Consider it a thank you for considering working for us. Get yourself something nice for breakfast."

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"What the hell is he doing here?!"A panicked cry from one of the many secret gangsters dining at the Patio announced what was on everyone's thoughts at the moment, as they noticed who exactly walked through the door to the wonderfully modern Italian restaurant. Wide, unbroken smile, glazed over eyes that were completely devoid of life, a purple jumpsuit that would make him seem like the world's fanciest pimp or the world's most flamboyant gangster. Gothic's Clown now stood, eyeing down everyone at once and somehow seeming to come out on top as they all slowly looked away- either from manners or fear, Curve could not say.

At his sides stood two henchman- who, luckily enough, were not in their clown garb. In fact, Curve had instructed them to dress in formal attire, something that they were surprisingly successful at. The two stood in matching suits, a sharp contrast to the wild and unruly attire that the madman himself had decided to put on for the occasion. "Table for three, girlie." Curve nodded his head in the general direction of the waitress, eyes still on the room. While seeming to be completely zoned out, the criminal mastermind was analyzing them. Each and every one. Some were perfectly normal people, that weren't even aware of the secret hub for criminal activity that they had walked into. Some were there for... special business.

As the waitress escorted him and his men to a seat by the Gothic skyline, he smiled slightly wider and took a seat, looking out to the streets of the city. Surprisingly enough, when you were dozens of stories up, the place didn't look half bad. Not good, per say- smog still rose in special sections, and if one tried hard they could still hear the alarm of a car that had been broken into- but still, impressive for the city that had been notorious for it's anarchy. "Can I get you something to drink?" A voice called out to him, pulling Curve out of his trance and making him turn to the lady that was taking orders.

"Chocolate milk, please. With a straw!" The Clown put emphasis on the last part. Blowing bubbles was an impossibility without getting proper bubble-blowing equipment. Raising an eyebrow, the waitress did indeed write down the order, before turning to the more normal seeming two, as Curve turned back to watching the skyline, before she left. He felt the eyes on him. More innocent people would take pictures, sneaking their phones under tables so as to not seem rude. The others had seen enough of Curve, and simply wanted him to die. But a scene would not be started here. Hopefully. The only way a difficult situation would start is if the Black Masks started it...

But they were a bunch of sweethearts, weren't they?

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#28 Posted by Marco_Aurelius (159 posts) - - Show Bio

@thisisgonnahurt:

Marco eyed the elaborate surroundings as he made his way through the tower’s dining areas, each one more elaborate, more refined than the last. Lance Harvey had always been a man of taste, and nothing demonstrated that quite like the attention he put into designing his places of business. Each had a distinctly personal touch, a flair that let the world know just whose handiwork they were looking at, if they knew what to look for. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the ‘Mr. Harvey’, in the flesh! I knew this place was on the Black Masks’ list of properties, but nobody told me you’d actually be here tonight! If I’d known I’d have worn a suit, brought you a souvenir or two.” Marco grinned, a truly rare sight, but the Black Mask’s leader always had a way of making the man feel welcome. His booming voice, the genuine embrace, the look of heartfelt elation in his eyes when Marco had entered the room, every aspect acted together to make Marco not only feel comfortable, but truly at home, all in a way that even the family’s villa had never truly done. “Ah, Harv, it’s been a rough couple of years, but I see you’ve been doing pretty well for yourself, eh? Another casino, another five-star restaurant, and even an aquarium this time? You and your boys must be on quite the roll, and thanks again, it’s always nice to know there’s a place I can come back to.”

The two walked side by side to their table, Marco’s truly ancient police uniform and slicked back hair contrasting quite sharply against the designer suit and brilliant shine of the gang leader’s ornate skull mask. Marco smiled softly as he drew smoke from the cigar, while the gang leader’s perpetual masked grimace not only failed to intimidate his old friend, but did not even give off the impression that he was anything but excited to see him.

When they finally did arrive at the table the sight was breathtaking, rather than staring at the same exotic fish that all the usual plebs observed as they ate, Marco was treated to a view of one of the ocean’s most intelligent denizens and one of its most powerful predators.

“I see you’ve even gone so far as to personify us in fish form, though I’d have expected you to slap a black mask on the dolphin if that’s what you were going for.” Marco’s smirk returned as he looked across the table, surveying the look in Harvey’s eyes. “And water will be fine, I’m parched. I just hope you’re not suggesting it so you don’t have to splurge on the good stuff. You know me, I’ll have the lamb, pork’s never been to my taste anyhow.” Looking over the remaining portion of his cigar, Marco carefully extinguished it without crushing it fully, hoping to reignite it later, on the roof perhaps. For now, he ran the water over his tongue, cleansing his palate as thoroughly as possible for the meal to come.

A good cigar, good company, and now even good, authentic Italian cooking? Truly, he was home.

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@marco_aurelius:

"Me? A dolphin? Not that graceful anymore, Marco, can't even open a jar of pickles without getting a sprained ankle," he laughed, their salads already coming out.

"Yeah, business is getting good. Back in San Betral, we've recently rebuilt the football stadium. Locals liked that a lot, especially the statue of their mascot up front. Can't think of what it was, something to do with a shark. Whatever, not important. The Caesar Dam is holding up well. You remember last time we talked like this? It was back in California, we had the whole lakeside wall of the dam made of tempered glass so tourists could see all kinds of stuff. Tons of freshwater animals, a zoo for the kids sectioned off topside. The works, it was great. Here's been...difficult,"

He stabbed through some lettuce with his fork, chewing quietly.

"Lost lots of good people, Marco. Remember Carlos, Ricky, and Teresa? They were the ones you met back at the dam, they were newbies back then. Good kids. Antonio told me they were dead yesterday. Some punks called the Rumblers holding the city like a damn fort,"

He chuckled a little bit, fondly remembering how reckless Ricky could be.

"Remember when Ricky dove for that fake grenade during training practice? He told me it was to impress you, but he was an idiot. A good idiot. Antonio tells me he did the same thing, jumped for a live one this time and threw it back. Good kid. Good kid,"

He hated to spoil the mood, but he had to talk about this with someone he could trust with opening up. Being a mob boss required strength, and he was the head of the family. He had to be there for everyone else to open up to. Not often he had the luxury himself.

"On a lighter note, we're planning on expanding into nearby neighborhoods, bring the homeless some food in a cookout, get them in good with some of the managers, get jobs for them. Let them start rebuilding again, get families of their own going. Exactly what we did back east, Marco. I could keep doing this forever."

@curve:

While Giovanni supervised the underbelly of the tower, its nightclubs, casinos, and the ever-popular Red District, it fell on a man named Big Tony to watch over the skyline and its kitchen, restaurant, and viewing areas for the various special shows. A man matching his namesake, Big Tony was seven straight feet tall and about half as wide, with a huge gut hiding nothing but a solid wall of muscle. He was a patient and kind man despite his size and reputation for crushing skulls in the palm of his hand, which he could actually easily do. He actually suggested the clown's table, and as he approached it he clapped his thick hands together happily.

"Well gentlemen, I trust you're enjoying the view?" he asked modestly, knowing that the centerpiece of this meeting was already preoccupied with surveying everything below them. "Your drinks will be out shortly. Might I suggest the Sicilian Roast? Your choice of lamb, duck, or pork, braised until the meat is practically melting on your fork," his heavy ringed fingers curled together in a gesture of admiration and fondness for the flavor, which he obviously enjoyed over the years.

"Of course, anything else on our menu is available at any time."

The waitress came back, smiling as genuinely as she could given the circumstances, and set down the drinks in order, a special glass of chocolate milk with an ornate swirling bendy straw generously laid out on a folded napkin for the clown to partake in whenever he liked. Big Tony waved her back to the kitchen with a Ben Franklin on her tray.

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@thisisgonnahurt:

Marco laughed heartily, waving a gloved hand as the salads came to the table, refusing the appetizer and dismissing the waiter a slight nod, a subtle thanks, never quite taking his eyes from Lance's, never breaking the pace of the conversation.

"A Hammerhead, I think. Not important to us, maybe, but you'd be surprised the kinds of things people remember, the most insignificant seeming thing can inspire a lot of people." Marco nodded as Harvey recalled the Caesar Dam, a project of incredible scope that not only enriched the lives San Betral's people, but truly put the Black Masks on the map as a major economic powerhouse. He sipped his water, taking in stories of past conquests before Lance finally brought everything back around to the present day.

"Difficult?" he said, almost idly. What could be difficult for them? The last I checked they had access to top of the line assassins, military grade hardware, and the training and to know how to use both.

"Lost lots of good people, Marco. Remember Carlos, Ricky, and Teresa?"
That bunch of troublemakers? His mouth turned up in a smile once again, recalling the stunts they pulled as he personally trained the group.

"They were the ones you met back at the dam, they were newbies back then. Good kids. Antonio told me they were dead yesterday. Some punks called the Rumblers holding the city like a damn fort..."

Marco stopped sipping the water in his glass, eyes suddenly locked on the man before him as he set the glass down carefully, his shoulders tensing, idle right hand clenched by his side where his sword would be if he hadn't left it at the coat check-in. He had known them since they started in the gang, they'd shown promise, discretion, and a bond that mirrored that of siblings. To hear of their deaths was painful for Marco, but for Lance? It must have been heartrending. Doing his best to hide the anger he felt, he carefully adjusted his tone, doing his best in an attempt to convey sympathy when in reality he was more interested in retribution.

"God, I don't know what to say Lance..." Running his left hand through his hair, his eyes finally left his friend as he stared up into the deep blue waters surrounding them, his mind automatically searching for a distraction. Silence came over the table momentarily as memories played through his mind's eye. "I remember training with them, they were bright kids. Fearless too..." Suddenly his head came down again, suddenly, urgently. "Wait a minute, did you say yesterday? You mean that cluster fluff that was raging through Gothic yesterday? My God... Lance I was there..." He ran his hand through his hair once more, this time placing his elbow on the table and resting his hand at the top of his head, he just stared into his glass. He barely heard everything else Lance said, nodding every once in a while in time with his words.

"Sorry Lance, but I think I'll take something a little stronger now."

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#34 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@marco_aurelius:

I want to continue this but that's such a good ending statement.

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#35 Posted by Arceus_Aurelius-Rex (468 posts) - - Show Bio

@thisisgonnahurt: I'm okay if you want to end it there, it won't be the last time the Black Masks see Marco.

But our next interaction might be the first and last for the Rumblers.

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#36 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio
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#38 Posted by Marco_Aurelius (159 posts) - - Show Bio

@thisisgonnahurt: Meant to log in as Marco, somehow Arceus came up instead.

Point remains valid though.

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#39 Posted by Curve (765 posts) - - Show Bio

*gasp* a BENDY straw!?

Now this is high class.

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#40 Posted by X-Tinct (58 posts) - - Show Bio

Being nearly three hundred years old Ulrich was a man of vast knowledge but what he knew little of, was the potential a few had on the overall comings and goings of the world. A small part of the world was that of Gothic City, and the rumbling's of its fall and rise were felt and heard all over the world. Even as far as Germany, the motherland that Ulrich came from. He stood outside what seemed to be an elegant and ostentatious domicile for the rich and privileged. He looked at it with eyes that scanned its very foundations, he had watched many buildings rise in his age.

This one was not unlike the others he had seen, he assumed that beneath the regal facade laid something deeper and more ominous in nature. His arm trembled as a low hum escaped it, bringing it to his lips he whispered to the almost mechanical appendage "Shhh, Dorothy. I know, I know it seems to be something else beneath it all. I am not ignorant my dear....I sense it as well."His right arm trembled hard and gripped the handle to the front door. Pulling hard it opened, almost slamming open and rocking itself from its hinges. As he entered the establishment eyes bolted to him, his pristine scalp reflecting the bright lights as he made his way in.

As he moved around the room, he felt as if all the eyes of all the patrons were upon him. Giving him a slight ego and a wide grin, he slowly moved to an empty booth and sat down. Someone had noticed him @thisisgonnahurt and began making his way towards him, he had wanted a drink before someone of importance had noticed him. His right arm scanning the room and relaying information to his brain, nodding and whispering low and in German "Yes Dorothy, I know. I am outnumbered greatly, but I did not come here for an altercation. In fact coming to the Amerika's I had hoped to simply find somewhere to make my own, or become part of something. You of all things know how Germany proved no longer a rightful place for someone of my caliber."As if in irritation the mechanical arm began to tap feverishly upon the table next to the booth.

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#41 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@x-tinct:

You didn't even wait for the hostess.

That's just rude, hermano :P
That's just rude, hermano :P

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#42 Posted by X-Tinct (58 posts) - - Show Bio
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#43 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@x-tinct:

Surprise! You're getting Giuseppe.

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#44 Posted by X-Tinct (58 posts) - - Show Bio
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#45 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@x-tinct:

I have nothing about him yet.

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#46 Posted by Curve (765 posts) - - Show Bio

@curve:

While Giovanni supervised the underbelly of the tower, its nightclubs, casinos, and the ever-popular Red District, it fell on a man named Big Tony to watch over the skyline and its kitchen, restaurant, and viewing areas for the various special shows. A man matching his namesake, Big Tony was seven straight feet tall and about half as wide, with a huge gut hiding nothing but a solid wall of muscle. He was a patient and kind man despite his size and reputation for crushing skulls in the palm of his hand, which he could actually easily do. He actually suggested the clown's table, and as he approached it he clapped his thick hands together happily.

"Well gentlemen, I trust you're enjoying the view?" he asked modestly, knowing that the centerpiece of this meeting was already preoccupied with surveying everything below them. "Your drinks will be out shortly. Might I suggest the Sicilian Roast? Your choice of lamb, duck, or pork, braised until the meat is practically melting on your fork," his heavy ringed fingers curled together in a gesture of admiration and fondness for the flavor, which he obviously enjoyed over the years.

"Of course, anything else on our menu is available at any time."

The waitress came back, smiling as genuinely as she could given the circumstances, and set down the drinks in order, a special glass of chocolate milk with an ornate swirling bendy straw generously laid out on a folded napkin for the clown to partake in whenever he liked. Big Tony waved her back to the kitchen with a Ben Franklin on her tray.

As Curve surveyed the skyline with the precision and focus of a spider about to snatch at a fly, he found himself suddenly interrupted by something. Someone, specifically. A large and relatively brutish man, by the looks of him. By the way the two boys by Curve's side shifted position, he could tell that they were feeling hints of intimidation. That was funny. But also, a pathetic display on his own part. Boys that made him look weak in front of others were no boys of his, as they'd later be educated... But now was not the time for such unorthodox punishments. Doing what was seemingly impossible, Curve's smile widened as he looked up to the big man.

"Sicilian Roast? Why, that sounds splendid. But no- a steak for me, thrown together with whatever you people put together with it. Make it nice. Cooked rare!" A gloved finger shot up at the last sentence, what he considered the most important part. Curve nodded his head as the two thugs ordered the same thing, most likely out of loyalty than anything else. Just like I showed 'em! A proud feeling emerged from deep within him, almost like a father hearing his son say that he wanted to be just like him when he grew up. Either that, or the two were just afraid to order anything else without their bosses consent... Honestly, the Clown had killed more people over less.

The food didn't matter much, really. Curve wasn't there for a good meal. What he needed was intel... These 'Black Masks' were notorious for control over this place, and the Clown was going to figure out everything he could in the easiest way possible. A five-star meal. Delicately he put his fingers together, leaning elbows onto the table and sipping from the fancy chocolate milk glass, before speaking directly to the large man. "Tell me, who runs this ol' joint?" In a reasonably kind way, the madman questioned Big Tony with a look of pure interest. It wasn't the most subtle way of questioning, but subtle was the opposite of what Curve ever tried to achieve. No, instead he would be direct as he possibly could- until, of course, security came...

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#47 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@curve:

Mr. Harvey actually likes the clown, so don't go ruining that :P

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#48 Posted by Curve (765 posts) - - Show Bio

@thisisgonnahurt: LOL, don't worry, Curve doesn't really wanna start anything against other gangs. In his eyes they're all on the same side. If anything, he just wants to give every single gang boss a high five and pat on the back.

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#49 Posted by ThisIsGonnaHurt (42356 posts) - - Show Bio

@x-tinct:

Giovanni, the tough street urchin turned entrepreneur, and Big Tony, the brick wall with a heart of gold, both had their own personalities, their own histories, and their own preferred stomping grounds at The Patio.

Meanwhile, it was Giuseppe who had no set pattern. He walked among the various clubs, restaurants, visited the show areas and even hosted some of the cabaret shows downstairs in the Red District. With his hair slicked back, a cleaned and steamed designer suit straight from Italy coiling around his lean and muscular form, Giuseppe had the elegance of style and the power to back it up. Giovanni was tougher than he could ever be, and he could never beat Big Tony in a fight. But what Giuseppe lacked in physical power, he more than made up for in raw, dripping charisma.

"How are you this fine evening, sir?" he walked up to the edge of Ulrich's table, hands trustfully folded in front of him. He had nothing to hide, just genuinely curious as to why this man would choose a table by himself instead of enjoying the atmosphere like everyone else.

@curve:

Big Tony laughed heartily, the guest in front of him posing no more threat than any of the other patrons, despite his reputation. The brutish man texted the order to the head chef, and he could already hear the heavy accents in the kitchen going to work preparing the dish, in tandem with a song they prepared on the spot. He put his cell phone back into his pocket so he could focus once more on the clown, who had just now asked him another question.

"You're sitting in Mr. Harvey's front yard, my friend. Lance Harvey, to be exact. I take it you want to meet him? I think he's preoccupied right now, but he can always make room in his schedule for a guest."

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#50 Posted by The_Shogun (4803 posts) - - Show Bio

Really loving it.