Post by Riley Sorsa on Feb 18, 2021 9:01:14 GMT -8
Las Vegas was Rich in many ways. Rich in beauty, entertainment, in wealth. But perhaps more importantly for the Darkling Riley, it was rich in stories.
Rumors, gossip, secrets, They were the blood of the city, running from the mouths of those who passed the golden streets like honey and wine. One had to be careful not to drown when swimming in their current.
The moth had a mission, Something was stirring within the verdant court, change was coming and they needed to be prepared. The target, the Emerald Stag, the paragon of spring. Buck. Anything Riley could learn of him would be worth gold in the days, and months to come.
Beauty was their weapon. Sharpened by the whetstone of makeup, forged in the wardrobe of fashion. A disarming smile, a flirtatious comment, a meaningful look. Each a valuable piece within the armor that was their charm. Protecting them from scrutiny and antagonism.
Each night after work the plan was laid out the same.
Dress to impress.
Find the party of choice.
Shine.
Learn and listen.
Each night they went out the plan grew, working on the information gleaned from the night before. The Moth was careful though, not to push or proud too far. To let conversations flow their natural course, and most of all patience.
Such operation came at a cost however. Splitting hangovers that made the mornings unbearable. Hours engaged with the boring and mundane, the slow death of boredom that followed. The stench of unsavory breath, or the unwanted kiss. The transform into the person people needed, wanted and all that drew upon them. All were prices one paid to play the game.
Slowly over the next few weeks they drew from the font of knowledge. Refining the search with each new bit of information. Like a dowsing rod, each new rumor, piece of gossip guided the Moth to the next possible source. The next fountain of knowledge.
Rumors, gossip, secrets, They were the blood of the city, running from the mouths of those who passed the golden streets like honey and wine. One had to be careful not to drown when swimming in their current.
The moth had a mission, Something was stirring within the verdant court, change was coming and they needed to be prepared. The target, the Emerald Stag, the paragon of spring. Buck. Anything Riley could learn of him would be worth gold in the days, and months to come.
Beauty was their weapon. Sharpened by the whetstone of makeup, forged in the wardrobe of fashion. A disarming smile, a flirtatious comment, a meaningful look. Each a valuable piece within the armor that was their charm. Protecting them from scrutiny and antagonism.
Each night after work the plan was laid out the same.
Dress to impress.
Find the party of choice.
Shine.
Learn and listen.
Each night they went out the plan grew, working on the information gleaned from the night before. The Moth was careful though, not to push or proud too far. To let conversations flow their natural course, and most of all patience.
Such operation came at a cost however. Splitting hangovers that made the mornings unbearable. Hours engaged with the boring and mundane, the slow death of boredom that followed. The stench of unsavory breath, or the unwanted kiss. The transform into the person people needed, wanted and all that drew upon them. All were prices one paid to play the game.
Slowly over the next few weeks they drew from the font of knowledge. Refining the search with each new bit of information. Like a dowsing rod, each new rumor, piece of gossip guided the Moth to the next possible source. The next fountain of knowledge.
What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. You just need to know who to ask.
Krakenbox Riley is searching for rumors, information surrounding Buck.
Riley Extended action of Carousing (pt1) Presence+ Social+ Striking Looks.
Rolled 6 dice and got 1 success. 10(4) 2 5 7 5 4
Riley Extended action of Carousing (pt1) Presence+ Social+ Striking Looks.
Rolled 6 dice and got 1 success. 10(4) 2 5 7 5 4
