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#51 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@alpha_dog: It takes a Wolf to catch a Wolf they say

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#52 Posted by Tessa_Callahan (1665 posts) - - Show Bio

I’m tired.

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#53 Posted by Hawkshade (4934 posts) - - Show Bio
𝔐𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔠π”₯, 2:44𝔄𝔐

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Sometimes he still dreamed about the bodies.

Sweat stained his silk sheets and he set upright, jolted from his slumber by the memory of the gunshot. Musa standing over the body, the man and the woman in their own home. The bodies lying there on the floor, pools of red expanding across the hardwood kitchen floor.

The woman slid her hand across the floor and held the man's hand.

Agonal breathing.

Musa stood above them a curl of smoke rising from the barrel of the gun in his fist. No expression.

The breathing stopped.

Silence.

Musa walked around the pool of blood and out the door.

Richard rolled out of bed and shook off the cobwebs. That wasn't right. There was a fire. A girl. No gun.

Those weren't Musa's bodies. They were his.

He walked into the bathroom and wiped the moisture from his face. Allergies.

He couldn't sleep. Somewhere in this city there was someone who deserved what he had for them. He pulled on his cowl and slipped out the window to find them.

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#54 Posted by Grimmwald (3288 posts) - - Show Bio

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The Horned Saint had never seen anything like it. Insects larger than all others on Earth. Legged worms with metal carapaces burrowing into soil filled with glowing veins of radioactive minerals. And a sky and plants with luminous colors painted on by the brush of whichever force the people of this land believed in. Low in the grass, limbs bending and twisting as though they held no bones, Grimmwald stalked the wilderness for someone. Anyone. But for every second he lay there, he felt the hum of the radioactive minerals buried deep in the soil. He felt the vibration of energy bouncing off his hyper-sensitive dermis. It was immense. And he'd never felt anything like it. The soil there bled with the kind of energy that corporations salivated over.

But it was the kind of energy that was slowly seeping into Grimmwald's pores and poisoning his blood. Too much radiation. He'd fall ill if he didn't find shelter. If he didn't find solace in the fabled citadel he saw far ahead. So he lurked and stalked till someone passed him by. He stole their face, wore it like a mask, and became one with their identity. He looked like them. Talked like them. And now, he disposed of them, leaving them tied inside the dense leafy head of a tree with their larynx crushed. Walking, Grimmwald looked every bit a native of the land, a servant in the Afrofuturistic castle. So he walked till the castle gates would embrace him, and for his investigation into the Den of Thieves to begin.

They'd gone to his home and laid siege. So he'd come to theirs.

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#55 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio
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#56 Posted by Grimmwald (3288 posts) - - Show Bio
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#57 Posted by Sequitur_Crix (150 posts) - - Show Bio

@grimmwald:

He had stolen a False Bay residents face with the nightmarish ease of a New Orleans pickpocket. A macabre maneuver which had been witnessed once before during a dark-web live stream, originating from one of Gothic's more crime riddled areas.

The police chase alone would have made the nightly news. But the emergence of a new breed of vigilante had instantly created an urban legend. The facing stealing god of Satan's Kitchen, The Darkweb Diablo, ManEFaces, the attributed online epithets were as colorful as they were haunting. For it had happened.

A ninja like shadow had literally stolen the mannerisms, the eccentricities, the goddamn face of a man, and Crix had been forced to stream it. And later forced to gaze upon the endless sea of hacked crime scene photos. The idea of such a dedicated dealer of disturbing justice was scary enough, let alone delving into the hows. The actual process.

Yet there had been one thing the enigmatic member of the Shadow Trinity had failed to account for. One item he had failed to accurately note:

Ceremonial Bracelets
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Each citizen wirelessly connected to the rogue state's advanced network through a ceremonial bracelet assigned at birth. Individual beads connecting to an assortment of devices, apps and programs.

"Whats this now........some kind of anomaly? Glitch? Please dont be a glitch I dont wanna have to...I'm jus not gonna say shit. I'm fit to sit right here and eat my lunch,forget this aint got time to reboot the system. Nope. Jus gonna eat my.....goddammit I'mma have to do something arent I...." Sequitur sighed.

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#58 Posted by Grimmwald (3288 posts) - - Show Bio

@sequitur_crix:

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He mingled with everyone, spoke with their accent, and laughed at every joke about foreigners that floated to his ears. Yet, with his back leaning against the hard wall of the castle and his arms folded over his chest, Grimmwald had laid the foundation for his discovery. So consumed he was with staying in-character that his eyes had yet to notice something so clear - his wrists were naked, he wore no bracelet. He had yet to notice, so he walked with them under a night sky that bled with glowing colors. He walked and waited for his ears to catch a word, a whisper - anything - about the Den of Thieves. He needed to know. What were their ties to this place? What owe they to Musa Bashir? Will they return to Gothic?

Perhaps.

Slowly, the Horned Saint made an inconspicuous retreat to the shadows, sinking into the cold embrace of a nearby shadow to vanish as though he were never there in the first place. A master of the Arcani skill - Khaba - he moved from shadow to shadow as though he himself were one. He waited and listened. To anything and everything. If there was no information, no criminal plan to be learned, then he would do as any predator does. He would study the mannerisms of the Den of Thieves, listen to the pitch of their voices, watch the individual nuances in their postures and strides before pulling them into the shadows to crush their larynges and peel their faces from their skulls.

They would neither speak again, nor have a face to stare into the mirror at.

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#59 Posted by Phantomshell (1152 posts) - - Show Bio
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#62 Edited by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@grimmwald:

▁ β–‚ β–„ β–… β–† β–‡ β–ˆ 𝔗π”₯𝔒 π”Šπ”―π”’π”žπ”± β„Œπ”²π”«π”± β–ˆ β–‡ β–† β–… β–„ β–‚ ▁

Sound the ivory horn and prepare. There is blood in the water, murder in the Bay
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From the cove to the Castle. To the Garden and gate, north to south...prepare
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Prepare and unleash the Den of Thieves.
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More modern day republic of pirates then anything else, the outskirts and inner castle courtyard establishments of the Alcazar were an on again, off again; home to a carousel of intercontinental criminal mercenaries. The Den of Thieves.

Musa knew he had nothing to go on outside of the dead man's identity and bracelet. He knew that unleashing the Den of a wild goose chase would violently disrupt the Bay. He knew. And he didnt care.

The King demands justice. The King demands retribution.
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#63 Posted by Grimmwald (3288 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir:

Kill or be killed. None etched that deeper in the mind than the Strigidae.

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But the Horned Saint didn't kill. No he no longer spilled the blood of men till their hearts beat no longer. But he came close. Dangerously close every time he peeled a face from it's skull. He used a surgeon's precision - and a butcher's cruelty. Made sure his victims lived, but crushed their larynges so they couldn't scream when the pain swarmed hot through their skinless skulls. He didn't know that the King who sat on a throne of gilded Aethrium was one of two to have wounded his blood brother.

Though as he strode out a shadow rounding at the foot of a tower, Grimmwald waited. He stood there. Red eyes, skin pale like moonlight, and the devil's horns. He stood still, like a statue made from stone. But there was no mistaking who he was. The devilman of Gothic City who stood with there with his fingers curled through the eye holes of the bleeding faces he held. To anyone who'd see him, he'd say one thing and one thing only. A lie.

"The League of Shadows sends it's regards".

He smirked before diving back into the shadows, hoping that his gamble had worked. That the Den of Thieves and League of Shadows would do his work for him by going to war with one another.

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#64 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@grimmwald:

The Horned Saint didnt kill. But Musa did. Hundreds. Thousands. Young, old; weak or strong, didnt matter. And as such, the False Bay radical had been transformed into a murderous ship with no anchor. As such, Musa effortless took the remaining life of the Horned Saint's faceless prey. What good dis man wit no face? Apparently none.

So with no more effort then to slowly smoother the man with his clawed hand, the Beast of No Nation claimed another victim. Only to lay the blame at the doorstep of...

"The League of Shadows sends it's regards".

He knew the League. The Shaytan. Even fought to the death alongside the longest raining Father of Assassins. And this...could not have been them. Or could it.....The man he had fought with was a man of hidden honor....noble even. Perhaps news of the Rogue Nation had reached his ear. Perhaps the League had been sent to....thats when his internal thought process stopped. If the League had come to send a message, a true message, death would have been visited upon the Alcazar. The Horned Saint didnt kill. But the League did.....

Someone had skillfully slipped into the Bay. Stole the very shadows to be manipulated and coerced. Infiltrated the Alcazar while attempting to arrest the identity of its people. But they hadnt killed. Come close. Just close enough to the edge to.....

Musa smirked, "Hawkshade."

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#65 Posted by Grimmwald (3288 posts) - - Show Bio
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#66 Posted by Phantomshell (1152 posts) - - Show Bio

@grimmwald:

Or you just brought a shitstorm to your brother's doorstep

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#67 Posted by Grimmwald (3288 posts) - - Show Bio
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#69 Posted by Hawkshade (4934 posts) - - Show Bio

Musa smirked, "Hawkshade."

I'll be prepared next time, murderer.
I'll be prepared next time, murderer.

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#70 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio
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#71 Posted by Hawkshade (4934 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir: Talk about the perfect image to reference past canon. I am impressed.

Last time you brought your friends to our party. Next time I'll bring mine.
Last time you brought your friends to our party. Next time I'll bring mine.

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#72 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@hawkshade: Ah, so you do have friends

Good. Mine were bored
Good. Mine were bored
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#73 Posted by Hawkshade (4934 posts) - - Show Bio
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#74 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@hawkshade: Well its no wonder boy, you always shirtless up in here

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#77 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

Well done better than well said.

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#78 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir@lucian_lebeau @WhateverImdealingwith

[Like I said before, I took some liberties because you said "no questions" and I didn't wanna pester you like ten times (though I tried to be vague because I was uncertain). If there are still problems, let me know and I'll work on fixing them. Also it might have gotten kinda long but I wanted to sell the difficulty of tracking the op, not just "hey, she looked around and it was hard but she found a lead."]

For those individuals kissed by shadow, who've chosen or have otherwise found their way to nest in the underworld, there is not one single thing that is free. Not time, nor money nor things nor favours, norβ€”and this is especially trueβ€”lives. This is the first precept one should understand if he or she wishes to live there for any significant period of time. A carefully cultivated world of unrestricted capitalism. Anything's up for grabs: If you're willing to put it out there, people want it. If you want it, you can find it. A worldwide network where usefulness to others and connections (some say facets of the same thing) are almost exclusively responsible for one's future.

So when Noah's comrade accepted a subpar job, high risk and low reward, in order to save her skin, Valentina knew this "favor" wasn't free. Her life was no longer hers, no. For the moment, at least, she would pay for her life's continuance and the burden upon his by accepting a burden which would risk her life on his behalf.

Not that he'd demanded anything of her. But there was a chain. They were linked now, a shadowrunner triad, and she felt at once like a small girl with the least power of all and the foundation of the entire operation.

The voice of the Market spoke and she danced, conducted by its invisible hand.

Market values determine your future. What are you worth?

He's done Noah a favor, done you a favor. They've both done you a favor. Forge those connections. Earn your keep.

It didn't hurt that his favor was also a three-fold favor to herself.

The influx of information--somewhat sparse but wholly worthwhile despite that--she owed largely to Ananke and her most favored corner of the Black Market. The enigmatic entity allowed her to "borrow" its clout as an information broker to scour the market for information for what would be a pet project, a way to pay back Noah's associate, and a potential in with her prospective allies.

The answer was aetherium. Apparently some of the Dark Web's predators managed to acquire it in various forms, and in so doing, many saw success rates previously unprecedented in their professional careers. Even still, most played their cards close to the chest. Maintaining a competitive edge. Or otherwise worried about trouble. But after a few unscrupulous adventures on her behalf, some tech support from Ananke, Valentina had something that could be considered a lead. It was a relatively simple plan with an extremely intricate execution.

-Step One: Isolate areas of influx. Where are targets dropping? Decrypt high-percentage patterns for likely cities. (Locale: New York.)
-Step Two: Monitoring cargo. You already know variable protocols for moving illicit goods so start there. Air traffic, seabound Imports. Include land-based transport. (Workabee drones useful for monitoring many spots at once. Risk of detection low.)

Step Three...

The cargo ship bringing the Scarlet Shadowrunner into the Rogue Nation was not unlike the one that brought her into the New York harbor a short time ago. The journey was not wholly unlike the one previous either. She'd lost her concept of time, spending much of it crammed in a box, masquerading as "product," allowing herself only a few short moments of freedom in order to minimize risk of detection.

She had no idea what time the ship docked but when she emerged it was nightfall, and she imagined she'd been crammed for many unnecessary hours after the crew had left.

<Fair enough. Better safe than sorry. Just make sure it's worth it.>

Step Four: Slinging a duffel of her few possessions over her shoulder, the Black Widow of the Dark Web hiked across the Alcazar in search of the individual who could single-handedly take her to the next level.

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#79 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio
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#80 Posted by Killer_Instinct (1687 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir:

Dead men should stay dead.

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Antonio Roman, proprietor of The Patio restaurant, hotel, casino; a blade of civilization in the war-torn streets of that city. A dispute ended his claim to such a prosperous venture. But it did not end him, apparently, despite the wounds and subsequent fall into a nearby river. Everyone seemed to think he was just washed out to sea never to be heard from again. Yet here we are.

"The circumstances have been greatly exaggerated,"

The seating arrangement held the King in highest esteem, his guest operating as little more than someone off to the side. To face the King would be to challenge him, according to some traditions. Even then, Mr. Roman just extended a hand for a cigarette. One of his associates obliged, the prematurely-lit article of tobacco finding a place to sit in his mouth through a hatch on his mask.

A short drag, exhaling the smoke outward through the slits in the teeth.

"But that's not important. I didn't swim my way over here just to ask for a pity party or an act of vengeance. It's all over and done with now, anyway," the ash falls into a tray, and he smothers the flame on the dying filter on an exposed part of his wrist before burying it.

"I have cash. I have guns. I have drugs, the means to start up another business. My San Betral locations were liquidated so I can retain that much at least. Just need your confirmation, and I can make the nightlife here explode."

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#81 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@killer_instinct:

The very sight of lingering smoke was enough to twist the Crown Unbeaten's nose. An incurable affliction to his lungs had promoted an almost overbearing sense of claustrophobic paranoia. Yet two fingers, each adorned with the ceremonial rings of the False Bay warden's of old, gently traced around his cheek to his chin. Tell tale signs of regal contemplation.

Business trumps emotion. Business trumps fear. And in this particular instance, it even trumped perceived slights

Lingered pause by the King of Kings gave the diplomatic members of his council a window to whisper among themselves. To judge. To cast their bias opinions with xenophobic passion birthed from closely guarded traditions.

One finger. One finger slowly and subtly arched from the silent militant's face, and it was enough to immediately silence his colorfully dressed political entourage. "A true nation of enterprisin' pirates, yes?"He grinned, baring his oversized teeth with a predatory gleam.

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Rubbing the unshaven stubble around the jawline, Musa finally rose and approached the fearless gangster who had refused to die. Standing next to by but awkwardly looking beyond him out the afrofuturistic windows at the Nation streets below, the Beast of No Nation casually agreed. "Come to me personally with any requests."

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#82 Posted by Selene_Liafador (483 posts) - - Show Bio

*breaks something and runs away*

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#83 Edited by Killer_Instinct (1687 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir:

Antonio raised himself out of his chair, and his assumed guards took to their knees in the presence of the monarch. Even as he stood to address his host, he never once made eye contact. Instead he looked over the sea of judgmental eyes staring at him from the safety of their ruler's coattails. He didn't blame them. Even from here he felt that if he did or said something out of tune, he wouldn't like to see the end of this conversation.

"Of course, sire," the suave gangster from a little Italian district in California remarked sharply.

"There is one thing I would like to request now, while I have your attention,"

He had prepared a business card of his own while the ceremonial summit had been underway, holding it in an idle hand thus far to subtract from any potential outcry or concern for his being there. A bone-beige body, gold embossed lettering. An invitation, by way of how he presented it.

"When it's ready, I'd like for you to be the first customer."

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#84 Posted by Ran (1627 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir: (Hey, I know we haven't Rp'ed together 5 times, but I was wondering if you'd be open to me posting something here that takes place in the past. Like, right after the revolution. I can PM you with details, if you'd like)

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#85 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@ran:

Cool hit me up

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#86 Edited by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@killer_instinct:

"Lets not stand on ceremony heah. Call me Musa. I insist."

The unprecedented confidence of the Bashir heir prevented his ability to sub-consciously view the newly resurrected kingpin as a possible threat. Or rather, clouded the preternatural sense of suspicious speculation. After all, who would possibly dare to betray the King while he sat on the Aethrium throne?

The Crown Unbeaten had yet to taste defeat. Which made him overconfident...

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"Costumer?" he vaguely scuffed. "My bruddah, I can accept nottin less den 50%. To allow an outsidah, a foreignah...to plant roots and thrive...50% will appear as weakness to many in dee Nation. It will cost many lives in ordah for dis venture to move forward."

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#87 Posted by Killer_Instinct (1687 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir:

"Tell you what, Musa," Antonio replied sharply, just as he had always done. The sudden drop of formalities cut like a knife. He clicks his fingers, and one of his underlings flips open a briefcase. Solid green.

"$1,200,000 in unmarked bills, twice that when we open up and even more as we go along with this," the kingpin of San Betral dared a glance towards Musa, but beyond him more or less.

"Let's make it 60/40 favoring you, and I'll personally cook your meals. How's that for being the first 'guest'?" he gave a short, muffled laugh. "I'm thinking an open kitchen. It's a waste of the experience otherwise,"

Perhaps he did take notice of the sudden weight shift in the direction of the King of Kings, but he elected to not pay too much attention to it. Like he had said before, a waste.

"I think you'll like the name I have planned."

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#88 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@rosso:

"Its okay...ssssh. Its okay. Sssh" The impressively sculpted sexual liaison of the agitated King slowly caressed the side of his face as he had suddenly - and violently - awoken and made his way to the edge of their extravagant bed. Confident, yet desperate to ease the nightmarish disturbance with harmonious reaffirmation and the psychotropic effects held within her specialized touch, Kali Ka emphatically defused the sudden commotion.

Night after night, in secrecy, she had been summoned to the King of King's chambers to alleviate the mental assaults his sub-conscious had unleashed upon his soul. The source...the true nature of his affliction however, was unknown. He never spoke of it.

In a grotesque but all too familiar display of neglect, the Beast of No Nation quickly pulled his head away, leaving the liaison's hands in the embrace of nothing but unexpected air. "Time to go." It was only then that he noticed the alert on his ceremonial bracelet. Twisting his wrist to the side, one of the illuminated beads began a digital projection of Sequitur Crix.

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"Musa. They're may have been a breach..."

"Where?"

"De Harbor. Da foreman says dhere may be evidence of a stowaway..."

"Investigate it Crix. If dhere was, find dhem. Brind dhem to me."

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#89 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

@musa_bashir: Question: How unusual is it for a white girl with red hair to be seen in public here?

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#90 Posted by Adam_Newcastle (215 posts) - - Show Bio

@rosso said:

@musa_bashir: Question: How unusual is it for a white girl with red hair to be seen in public here?

Answer is in the question

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#92 Posted by Adam_Newcastle (215 posts) - - Show Bio

@rosso: lol my bad for butting in I couldn't help myself. But a ginger white girl in an african nation would definitely stick out like a sore thumb.

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#93 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

@adam_newcastle: When you say "ginger" it sounds dirty.

I mean, in many places yes. Although South Africa may beg to differ. And I'm not 100% sure how open/closed the Alcazar as a whole is to outsiders.

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#94 Posted by Adam_Newcastle (215 posts) - - Show Bio

@rosso: But it's your brain saying it so now who's fault is it?

Not for long they won't lol.

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#95 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

@adam_newcastle: Yours. I deliberately avoided the word so I'm squeaky clean.

Hmm...Runs to Google.

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@musa_bashir:

Vincent Harrow. Musa Bashir. And Ezra's own son, Fraga. All three had gone to his twisted stronghold. All three had faced the horrors there, the maddening dread probing their minds, air that seemed to shift with vague impressions of something - each one more unsettling than the last. All three had suffered. And all three had survived. But one had stolen. Here, in the False Bay, sat a black book bound in the flesh of wanderers gone missing in the forests of the Strix Pomest'ye. A book whose pages were in a language unknown, one that told the tale of the nightmare pit from which Ezra came; the Black Hallows. Outside the Castle, pale fingers of sunlight stroked the Bay's calm waters till they glimmered. But behind the Castle walls, the air was cold and still, as though something had disturbed it, petrified it.

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And something had. There was a smell creeping from under a door. Sick and rotten and wet. A hideous smell. And it thickened in the air, growing fouler and fouler till it hung from end to end in the hallway. And behind the door, the sounds of derangement wrapped in a frantic scraping that grew sharper and more maddening as though something were trapped inside. The door would buckle, and the scraping'd grow louder. Waiting for someone, a servant to come and find the smell of corpses in the air. For their hand to reach for the cold metal of the doorknob - and be greeted by a hand instead. Cold and dry, it's grip strong and unyielding, the metal hand held firm, it's thumb stroking the back of the servant's hand sweet and soft.

"Shshshshshshsh", Ezra echoed, his soul here and there, possessing doors, walls - the corridor - through the soul lavaliere. "Where is he? Musa. My sweet boy", his voice stopped, the hand breaking it's grip before folding back into a door knob.

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#97 Posted by Musa_Bashir (1006 posts) - - Show Bio

@rosso: Not very. The Rogue Nation is like a modern day Nassau for enterprising criminals. The Den of Thieves for example, are from all over. Plus Rooi-Els is the actual true geographical locale of the RN. Its in South Africa.

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#98 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

@adam_newcastle: Toldja.

@rosso: Not very. The Rogue Nation is like a modern day Nassau for enterprising criminals. The Den of Thieves for example, are from all over. Plus Rooi-Els is the actual true geographical locale of the RN. Its in South Africa.

I can angle it anyways. When I've gotten more than 2.5 hours of sleep. [Later!]

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#99 Posted by Adam_Newcastle (215 posts) - - Show Bio

@rosso: it might be in S.A. but it's still rare lol told me nuffin

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#100 Posted by Rosso (5289 posts) - - Show Bio

@adam_newcastle: You're avoiding the real point. I asked how unusual it would be for a white girl with red hair to be seen in public in the Alcazar. You said yes it was and said "The answer is in the question," as to imply it's an obvious answer. Gambler said it's not unusual at all.

Toldja. ;-P