Belrose

@_grifter_: Thanks!

I'll still play to see the new mechanics and gameplay, but I still can't wrap my head around what the hell was going through Druckman's mind.

@darkchild: Hope that's a good "damn" LOL, if so, thanks!

@amin_karrit:

Reserved as he was confident, Amin's word's drifted throughout the room's smoke-lifted air, clearly befitting the caliber of the conversation, "interesting proposal indeed. I suppose you have everything figured out," he inhaled the rich-scent smoke once more before leaving it on it's tray for good, "alright, let's do this. In advance, I'll appoint a few dozen or so of me men in New York, guise themselves as mid-level gangsters. They'll show the people of New York what they so desperately need to get rid of," Belrose proceeded to pour both himself and Amin glasses of Middle VR Irish Whiskey, placing the glass upon his lips Elliot ceased for a moment, "and due time, when your private security company comes rolling in, sorbing the rest of New York's bastards, I'll pull my boys out," then, Elliot downed the glass.

"And I assume how to rest of your plan is going to unfold, as you've said, New York is only the beginning, then Gothic then I'm guessing you won't stop till the rest of the State's Capitals are under our influence, correct? Valiant."

Damn nice job.

@feral_nova: Ah apologize for that, I used the “X” the separate the name of the thread (which’d be Ireland) and the CVnU Location Thread part, which would be what categories the thread fits under. Just something I thought would look nice.

@mister_surreal: Thanks MS!

Thinking about it, creating an individual thread for Ireland would be fun to try out.

@amin_karrit:

Comforted in the deep depths of an emptied Adara Manor, Elliot eased himself in one of plenty private lounges wrapped in velvet furniture and dimly-lit greige walls awaiting the one those deemed titan - Amin Karrit. Between himself and Amin, two large darkened oak bulk-doors were to be opened upon Amin's entry by Elliot's own men; there but two red-velvet displayed facing one another whilst between a long clear-glass lounge table sporting nothing more than a tray of exotic alcohols, glasses, and a meticulously engraved Shadow Syndicate sigil.

Himself, Elliot sat enveloped within his own composure and cool, stretching out in the comfort of a freshly-lit Marlboro in his between his left index and middle. Moments became seconds, whereby those seconds became even longer seconds. Until, they weren't. Vibrations intensified, though mere Elliot's keen hearing knew upon the first steps into the Manor that, his guest was here. "He is here Mentor," one of four front-entrance personal spoke through their earpiece transmitting said message to Elliot, who had already known the information before the guard even thought to relay.

"Elliot Belrose"

His own name met his ears, though the voice was unfamiliar Elliot already knew who it was, "Amin Karrit." There, man met mountain and Amin comforted himself right before Elliot's sharp gaze. Expecting a giant Elliot met eyes with a physical giant, "now, when I heard you wanted to do business I thought of nothing more than a simple job. But then I thought," his mildly-thick Irish accent ceased as he puffed and released the Malboro smoke, "no, Amin Karrit was much too smart, he had assets already. Though rather than another asset, he'd need something else. Dreamers don't seize their dreams on their own. If it's big, and I know it 'tis - you'd need something stronger. An alliance," he took another puff, keeping his eyes still on the mountain before him.

"What's on your mind?'

Maybe, the truth isn't always what you want to hear.