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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2021 21:26:00 GMT -8
“Albino one, can you lead us to him while avoiding detection?”
A basic question, he was nodding to Riley that they were good to go in now, and try to get Mitch out. Archie was having a rush of adrenaline and couldn’t process things as a bigger picture other than getting Mitch out of there.
“Riley got anything that can help?”
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 11, 2021 6:59:59 GMT -8
The hobgoblin silently puts out its palm, calmly waiting for a second payment with a stoic, focused expression.
Lollipop returned, they follow it to the dumpster where it boosts Riley and Archie into the dusty, sun baked darkness, before clambering in itself and spinning the shadows around them. There is still a lingering smell of smoke as they pass the bullet-riddled plaster and find the backdoor already open, the first sign of trouble from a shape slumped against the frame. The hob casually tapped the body with a foot to show the other two he wasn't going anywhere with the double bullet wound leaking from the chest and heart. Glass littered the floor from the first shower leading into the kitchen, blasting through the island and cupboards and a second toppled forward over the barstool with cash damp and scattered to the floor.
There was a light rustling as the hob went through the man's pockets, back turned as it thumbed towards the spiral patterns of blood that were quickly being overtaken by the others. One was face down, posed like he had been pulled forward and from the direction of charging from upstairs, the steak of his boots being yanked clear on the linoleum. No one bothered to turn him over when comparing the state of the second and third. One remained on his knees, disemboweled in an odd arching pattern that reached from stomach to both arms as the cut split in two and the contents spilling across the carpet with a sharp, acrid scent. The other appeared to have had his jaw separated, the impact wound bubbling to coat the mouth and throat in a fountain as something was dragged in and out through the cheeks.
Mitchell was posed on the center, kneeling as he stared sightlessly with a vacant expression. The contrast against his greying complexion with the bullet wound in his side as like someone had left an ivory statue in a slaughter house.
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jun 11, 2021 9:45:07 GMT -8
The Darklings mouth open to speak, but no sound was emitted.
The horrific scene battered their sense, the grisly sights, the familiar metallic taste in the air, the distinct smell. Riley had never seen violence like this before.
So why was it familiar? A sinking Deja vu, the kind that lives in your skin- that breathes.
The Moth had expected more from themself, shaking, vomiting, for their mind to race in horror. Instead, they found a stillness in it all; the only noticeable sensations were the gripping tightness of their chest and the slowing of air to the lungs. And tension at the shoulder blades pushing under the flesh.
Violence seemed to find the lost, didn't it? No matter how hard they tried to hide, it seemed to crawl its way into their lives. Or was it ingrained into them, a mark of left behind by them? Perhaps it was the cost of following their natures, perusing their desire.
Riley had hoped they could have avoided this. That a nonviolent answer could be found. That they had defused this back at the bar. They had been wrong. Their eyes traced the spiraling splatte rings, digesting the canvas of slaughter before them.
There was a macabre beauty to the scene—the final tableau of a ballet. Perhaps that was the most surprising thing to the Twilight Dancer.
"Archie, check on Mitch. We need to get him out of here. Pad the wound."
They glanced about the room for a moment. Mitch had come here for information. Maybe he had got all he needed and could tell them later. But Riley wanted to make sure.
"I am going to do a sweep. Check for anything that might be important."
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Post by mavspade on Jun 11, 2021 10:27:29 GMT -8
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 13, 2021 17:22:03 GMT -8
Riley picks around in the background. A quick sweep confirmed this was a drug operation: not production, but distribution given all the equipment for packaging, weighing and floating cash with loaded firearms. The gang itself seemed to be one of those pop-up locals that ebb and flow with the ecosystem of desperation and poverty with the dead being under thirty and no universal colours or marks. It was consistent with Agrippa and Ivory's information that someone was pulling the strings: Maria Melnyk was paying those willing to get a piece of the income as well as the protection and respect they craved over living in fear and subjugation of the racket.
Where the drugs were coming from were unclear, unless Riley wanted to chase the rabbit hole of running down production that could go as far as another country. What gang Melnyk was tied to was unknown at this time. The hobgoblin offered cell phones, wallets, and firearms.
As the Darkling started whispering to objects, there didn't seem to be anything unusual or supernatural involved...literally just a group of criminals eventually falling prey to a shitty system. Knowledge poured in via glamour and they became increasingly familiar. They knew all their names now, and their stories: the want for escape with a drug addiction, the opportunity to afford schooling, a better life for their siblings and parents, glory to be remembered and matter, an outlet to hurt someone and finally feel in control.
No conspiracy with Changelings and the Winter Court, just a misunderstanding caused by some angry bikers who decided to try and take their neighbourhood back.
And Carr has carved them into impossibly neat slices.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2021 18:40:43 GMT -8
Archie would follow in behind the two and grimace with the scene that was before them, but he was focused on getting what they needed and getting out.
He reached Mitch quickly and glazed a hand on his back, happy he had survived whatever whirlwind of destruction had come through the place.
“Come on, we’re getting out of here.”
His sole focus was on getting the Spring officer out of there and getting him to the car. In his free hand he had his phone, sending a messy message to Fawkes. No bullshit this time, just business.
<address>, big mess, officer involved, time sensitive.
He focused on rushing Mitch to the car.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2021 20:25:33 GMT -8
Archie rolls 0 suxx on Chance for First aid
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 13, 2021 20:48:50 GMT -8
Mitch doesn't appear to respond to the stimuli, in some kind of fugue. Though Archie was no expert in matters of magic, his Kith offered a sensitivity that came with basic knowledge of Changeling Issues. Trauma triggers and stressful environments sometimes caused weird behaviours, the Lost being more sensitive than the mundies. As Archie gently tugged, the Fairest didn't put up a fight, sliding into a graceful stand that caused the wound to freely gout. He wasn't steady on his feet, either the extreme amount of alcohol or the shock, or the blood loss made maneuvering a slow process. Archie tried to direct Mitchell to press a kitchen towel to his wound and apply pressure to no avail, doing it himself and not confident with the consistency as he pulled, directed, fumbled a phone, and tried to keep the other standing.
Fawkes responded between the flurry of movement with a flow of necessary questions.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2021 21:04:57 GMT -8
Archie took what pictures he could as he made his way through the house to get Mitch out. Sending them quickly to the number he had contacted.
Otherwise he continued hobbling while he asked the Apple Watch to dial. As soon as there was a pick up he would talk, no time time to waste.
"We can hear sirens, their a bit out, but don't know if they are for here. Trying to get one of ours out. Shot."
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Post by Fawkes on Jun 13, 2021 21:26:23 GMT -8
There was a beat as the Cleaner processed what he was looking at, and started running numbers.
"Okay. There's no time. You're going to have to do it."
Another beat, "How far are you from your car? How many hands?"
As Archie explained the logistics, Fawkes cut him off, "Park your wounded. You're making it worse. Put the organs back in the bodies right now. Now."
He waited for confirmation and hearing Archie calling for Riley and the hob in the background. He didn't have time for the Fairest to waste time being squeamish and trying to pull his summon from upstairs to do it for him. Archie then confirmed they had the IDs and phones.
"Have your hob locate a gun while it's up there and put lead in the body while Riley pulls out the oven and cuts the gas line. If you have reality bending put the IDs and phones there. Have your hob pound in the face of one with the severed jaw with a heavy object. You're getting gas. They would be keeping it in the garage to burn their own evidence. Dump it everywhere on the bottom floor around the bio spills and focus on the corpses. Your hob should be quick. Change the task once it's done and get your car so your wounded doesn't need to walk far. I'll send you an address to get your plates swapped once you're out of the heat."
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jun 14, 2021 11:05:59 GMT -8
"Ah'rite, Let's get out of here."
Riley made sure not to leave behind anything they directly touched, stashing them in a small bag. Before doing one last look around the room. They pull out their phone and text to Agrippa and Ivory. Unaware of the irony. We have Mitch. Maria Melnyk connectedIt was at this time the instructions from Fawkes came pouring from Archie. At first, Riley stood taking in the information, the darkling slowly nods along to the instructions quietly. They watched over the bloody work the fairest partook in, their gaze blank and distant. L̷o̷a̷d̴ ̶u̶p̶ ̷o̴n̴ ̸g̶u̴n̷s̴,̷ ̶b̶r̷i̵n̴g̸ ̶y̸o̵u̶r̵ ̷f̶r̶i̶e̶n̴d̶s̸ ̸I̷t̷'̶s̵ ̵f̶u̶n̷ ̴t̷o̸ ̷l̵o̶s̷e̷ ̵a̶n̷d̶ ̴t̶o̵ ̴p̶r̶e̸t̷e̴n̴d̵ ̶S̵h̴e̴'̴s̷ ̸o̸v̴e̵r̶-̷b̴o̸r̸e̷d̵ ̵a̵n̸d̴ ̷s̷e̶l̵f̶-̴a̴s̵s̸u̶r̶e̵d̸ ̵O̴h̷ ̶n̷o̸,̴ ̴I̷ ̴k̵n̷o̶w̶ ̵a̴ ̶d̷i̴r̵t̶y̵ ̶w̸o̵r̸d "Ok," They responded to Archie and quickly began to follow as instructed. The moth rolled up their sleeves and pulled back with their golden hairnettle before pulling out several sticks of gum from their bag and stuffed them in their mouth. H̵͈͛͠e̶̟̕l̵̮̀͌l̴̨͇̕o̷̢̐,̴͉̼͐ ̸̧̟͆͗h̴̺̖̊e̴̥͊l̵͇͝ľ̷̺o̸̜̙͌,̸̛͈͝ ̵̘̀̆ĥ̷͉̌ḛ̶̮̇̚l̶͔̖̾͑l̵̬̔o̶͚͎̿̚,̸̌͝ͅ ̴̯̘͊͘h̴̡̟͠o̵̯̾w̶̘͑̈ ̴̟͋ľ̴̹͖̚o̸̝͂̔w̸̧̳͌̔.̵̧̘̂͐
Riley leans down to the first of the corpses, gritting their mouth shut; the moth began to hum a familiar tune. They fixed their gaze just above the corpse on the far wall as the music spun distant and hollow in their mind. W̸̝͚͛̌i̸͖͝t̴̩̍h̸̰̞́̽ ̷̯̺̕ț̷̌̉h̵͉̓e̴̥̣͗̃ ̶̳̉l̴̙̠̓̓i̶͇͛g̶̟̀̌h̴̬͌̃t̵̮̊̈́s̶̬̒̕ ̷̘̾ö̷͉́u̴̥͕̓ẗ̷͖́,̷̞̐͂ ̸̤̥̈i̸̪̔t̴̜̊͘'̶͇̚ś̷͙͍͝ ̴̰̰́̌l̵̬͓̑ě̴̩s̷̡̿͜ş̷̾̆ ̶̤̾d̶̲́͜a̷͍͒n̷͍̒̔ğ̸̭͘e̵̬͊̎r̵̨̦̐ọ̷͇̒̆ù̶̳̞͆s̸͍̈́ ̶̖̠͘Ḧ̶̠̝́e̷͉͆r̶̨͜͠͝e̸̠͗ ̶̮͝ẁ̷̢̽é̶͙̖̎ ̸̹̒a̸͚̚r̷͚̹̉e̷͍͆ ̷͖͙̊͛ņ̷̉o̵̪̖͌w̷̙͎̿̄,̵̘̐́ ̷̠̄͊ę̵̚ń̶͚̯̂t̶̟̭͝ḛ̷̓͝r̶͕̀͗ṱ̴̔a̸̡͖͑͝ḯ̵͍̩͋n̵̠̂͋ ̵̨̱̓͊u̸̗̅s̶̻̐ ̶̣̙͂I̶̛̝͗ ̸͓̀͜f̴̥͔̄e̷̼͉̋̄é̶̩̼͝l̴̡̼͋ ̵͚̦̈s̴͍̒̕t̴͈̤̅u̸̩͑͛ͅp̸̜̒i̴̗̗̐̽d̴̘̗̎͛ ̸̩̃ą̴̛̩̎n̸̗̠͒d̶̤̿̒ ̸͈͕͠ç̷̊͂õ̸̖͔ņ̴̩́t̶͙͚͛̚á̴͇̤g̸̻̅͒ȋ̴̙͓͒o̵͍̊̌u̶̢̗͝ṣ̶̜̆́ ̷̭̆́Ȟ̸̼͚̆ë̶͍́ř̶̖ē̸̬ ̴͍͠w̴̳̜͝é̵̥͑ ̵̡͓̋͋á̶̤r̷̗̍ͅe̷͉͛ ̸̳̪͊n̷̜͐ͅo̴̡̭̽w̶͙͊͌,̵͕̽̆ ̶̱̀̄e̸̖̕n̸͓͕̿̈́t̶̖͆̏ḛ̷́̃r̸͍͑̄ẗ̵̫â̸͈̣ï̷̠̠͝ǹ̸̪̎ ̴̞̣͒͆u̷͔̍s̴̖̟̍.̵̘̊
Riley navigated to the oven, turning it on. The constant hmming was accompanied by a soft, distant look in their eyes and a strangely pleasant smile. They grunt, their lith frame heaving forward, leaning in on their core and trained legs to press the oven aside. I̶͔̽'̴̠̑m̷̫̋̎ ̷̟̋ẘ̶̫̐ő̸͜ṛ̵͂s̵̩̕̕ė̸̢̗̑ ̴̞́̈́a̷̹̲̽t̵̘̭̓̽ ̵̡̠͑w̷̞͙͆͘h̷̖̪̑͠a̴̬͘t̴̗̿ ̷̩̓͑ͅI̸̤̠̿̀ ̸̲̈́d̴͛͜ő̷̼͛ ̸͖̎̀b̵̞̐e̸̦̒͂s̶̱͠t̵̿̑ͅ ̴͔̜͐A̸͔̝̐̚ǹ̸͙̳ḓ̷̹̓͠ ̵͓͙͑̊f̴̡̥́ọ̵̀r̸̢͙͘ ̸͎̈́t̷̠̱́h̴̹̃͝ỉ̴̪͜s̴̕͜ ̸͈̥́̊ǵ̵̻̩i̵̿̚͜f̶͖̎͆t̶̫̚,̸̹̫̇ ̵̮͍̾́I̵͍̮͂ ̵̩̉͋f̸̐̓͜e̶̙̯͘e̶̞̩͌̓ĺ̸͓̐ ̶̢̔̏͜b̶̝̅̂l̷͚̓e̶͔̗̕̕s̸̱̦͌s̸̭̚ē̷͖͈d̷̺̈́̒ ̵̥͑̎Ò̸̳͘ü̴̳̥r̴͎̊̍ ̶̧̡͋l̶͎̽į̸̌t̴̖̝͘t̴̜͚͛l̴̠̄e̵̢̹͛ ̶̟̃g̵̢̙͛r̵̹̿o̸̮͑ṵ̶̈́p̴̫̖̌̄ ̷̤̣̔h̸̛͉̱̆ả̶͚̻͘s̵̞̘̍ ̸̲̒à̶̧͓͝ḻ̸̰͋́w̸̨͐ȁ̵̡̭ỵ̴̨̍̚s̵͓͠ ̸̺͝b̸̳̀͛è̶̳̥e̵̞̼͊̈́ṉ̷̗̈́͝ ̶̫̍Ḁ̴̅ͅn̷͎̣̿d̸̨̈́̕ ̷̧͎̇a̸͍̖̎͠l̸͔͑̚ẘ̸̠͓a̸̫͊ỳ̶͎̹̿s̷͍͓͒͐ ̸͉̘́̅w̶̥͚͋̔í̸̺̘l̸̫͋͝l̶͕̑ ̶̣͖̆ù̵̦n̵̼̱͛̅t̶̰̼́ǐ̷͓͍l̷̢̺̾ ̶̯̯́t̵̺͂h̴̺͕̐ȇ̵̢̜͠ ̶̱̔è̷̗̫͂ń̴̪͇d̶̨̯̀ Reaching onto the counter, the darkling pulled a kitchen knife, not ideal for the job, but it would do. Their fingers gripped around the plastic tubing behind the stove. Using the blade in slow long sawing motions before turning the knife away, pulling the plastic, and pushing the edge till finally, it cut loose. "It's done," The smell of the gas becoming instantly recognizable. They whipped the face with their for arm before gathering the phones and IDs as instructed. I̴̱̎̌ ̸͍̹͝f̸̰̌ͅe̵̤̗̿͝e̸̗̎l̴̘͊͌ ̴̺̾s̶̫͗t̸͎̙̊̐u̸̱̯͂p̷̳̽į̸͎͌͐d̸̬̓́ͅ ̷̭́a̵̭͔̿ṉ̶̃d̷͈̟̽̾ ̴̘͎̊c̸͇̅̎ȍ̵̜̑n̵̜̩̅t̸̩͍̿ą̴̲̋͛g̶̨̜̀̊i̸̺̽ȍ̶͖͝u̴̧̯͠s̸̺̎
̸̱̀Ḥ̴̪̋e̴̱̲͌r̵̘̝̓ë̴̲̼̏ ̸͉̼̔͘w̴̬̲̿e̸̫̐͘ ̶̨̺̅͘a̵̜͝r̷̜̞̓̑ḛ̸̑͋ ̵̭̏͘͜n̵̘̞͋̔o̶̼̅̄ẅ̶̖́̈,̷̧̫͒ ̵̰̮͆̆e̶̥͌n̸̮͌̃ţ̷̞͒ę̸̦͋r̸̥̠͠ẗ̸͔́̿a̷̛̰̭̚i̵͔̬̎n̶̲͐́ͅ ̷̞͐ų̶̤͑̆s̴̺͛̾ ̶̫̻͊͊Ȧ̴̦ ̸͔̓m̷̲͛͠ǘ̸̫͝ḷ̷̊͝a̷͕͂͘t̷͙͇͝t̶̺̔͝ŏ̴̭̠,̷̨̰̊̓ ̵̡͐ä̶̗̱́n̸̝͝ ̴̡̮̓͝a̵̜̐̌ḻ̶̨́b̴̳͖̓i̴̝̙̓̈́ń̸̦̼̓ọ̸̜̇,̸̞̎̂ ̴͍̆̍à̶̮ ̵͑̚͜m̸̨̽o̴̳̜͌̉s̶̳͇͂͒q̴̙̰͆u̶̢̬͋i̷͉̳̿͝t̵͍͆o̷͕͊ͅ,̴̗͉̂͝ ̷̗̽m̸̢̘̾͛y̴̠͇̅̅ ̶̡̞́͌l̵̤̭̀i̸͇̯̅̈́b̴̠̲̚ḭ̷̖̃d̴̢͈̈́̾ő̵̱̫ ̷̙͚̅Y̶̙̊͗͜ë̵̤̭a̴̻̜͝h̵͉͚̅,̴̛̘̲͌ ̶̭̀̿ͅh̴̫̺̿e̸̼̫̒ý̶̠
H̵͈͛͠e̶̟̕l̵̮̀͌l̴̨͇̕o̷̢̐,̴͉̼͐ ̸̧̟͆͗h̴̺̖̊e̴̥͊l̵͇͝ľ̷̺o̸̜̙͌,̸̛͈͝ ̵̘̀̆ĥ̷͉̌ḛ̶̮̇̚l̶͔̖̾͑l̵̬̔o̶͚͎̿̚,̸̌͝ͅ ̴̯̘͊͘h̴̡̟͠o̵̯̾w̶̘͑̈ ̴̟͋ľ̴̹͖̚o̸̝͂̔w̸̧̳͌̔.̵̧̘̂͐
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2021 21:48:33 GMT -8
The follow through was disgusting. Revolting, A f u c k i n g mess. The shake in his hands. The frustration gnawing a the back of his skull. None of this was worth it. He would have been one hundred percent better off leaving the officer to his fate. But he didn’t, because he had quickly learned that Mitch was one of the few who gave half a shit about others. Maybe if Archie had known him sooner things would have been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have eaten lead, maybe he wouldn’t have to be elbow deep in gore. Maybe Mitch would need to be nudged for his own good to see that the world wasn’t what he wanted, but still be something better than it.
Archie did what he needed too. He did what nebbish on the phone asked. Essential services trumped the disdain. He did what he needed too. He collected the officer. It was done, they were leaving, and they needed new plates.
The others better have results.
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Post by Krakenbox on Jun 16, 2021 23:14:17 GMT -8
The sirens roar, but don't approach as fast as anticipated as they fade to another block in Whitney. The stench of rotten eggs mixes with gasoline as Archie locates the cannisters and directs the hob. It picks up the top of a toilet basin and starts bashing the corpse's head in, and then taking one of the spare cannisters to hand to Riley and start with their own and the Fairest towels his hands. Hartman darts from the house, running on pure adrenaline as he retrieves the Tesla back from the parking lot. Riley washes their own hands as the hob stacks the evidence and phones before winking back from whence it came and taking it all with it.
Mitchell wasn't doing well, white pallor going grey and green as he occasionally shivered. Riley tried to rouse him just as Archie returned, pulling the other Fairest into a stand in the same smooth motion as before explaining that the Dancer was in a fugue. If the Darkling was frustrated, they didn't respond, helping hustle their tipping ally to the vehicle before setting the pool alight with an explosive whoosh. Riley stayed in the back as they maintained pressure on the wound, with Fawkes buzzing over Archie's Bluetooth. Vehicles whipped past them, the firetruck not yet seen as they timed that response had been at least thirty minutes since the shootout. Something was wrong, a feeling, until Riley realized it was the Bishop.
Something had happened, and Carr was an Oathbreaker.
Agrippa eventually responded that Ivory had been shot at the bank, but they were safe. There was a few minutes before they added Oren was following up with Maria.
As the plates were swapped by God-Knows-Who associates of Fawkes, Archie connected with Chugunkin and first asked for help for Mitchell, and then gave a full report as they were directed to drive to a nearby motel. At this point the Dancer was out cold, the pair jumping as the figure of Zhi kicks open the door from one of the rooms and waves them in. Seeing the predicament, he called over his shoulder and the Knight of Coin emerged, leaning into the vehicle to press a shimmering hand to the wound. The Mole questioned the pair calmly as the Knight did his work, who smacked Mitchell's cheek to rouse him once the lead was ejected. The Dancer blinked sightlessly, and didn't seem to improve on present faculties. Chugunkin shrugged, frowning at the wrongness that was pinging from the Wyrd, before telling Zhi to get into contact with the Bishops while he followed up on the rest of Archie and Riley's report.
The pair are updated on what happened with Ivory, Agrippa and Oren: the Pale Dragon had tailed Melnyk's vehicle and had been made. When the shootout of her dispensary was reported and she was directed back into the safety of her vehicle, Ivory attempted to continue to follow, which resulted in Melnyk's security team tagging her with a bullet. Crown and been used to stop the shootout, and Agrippa and Oren left the scene while Ivory handled the police report. Oren was unaccounted for, but Agrippa had relayed that he was likely taking care of the loose end. Ivory would be treated with magic once she was done with the mundies.
After all was said and done, Chugunkin owed them a favour. He didn't seem pleased that information gathering had devolved into a group of Spring courtiers getting caught up in extreme levels of violence. It seemed to be aimed at Mitch's lack of leadership while the others were spared of any pointless guff when they had done everything they were supposed to. Archie wouldn't have to worry about his vehicle being connected -- the Wizened was already working with both of the Sun Banishers.
To date, Cartwright's housing charity, Giving for Las Vegas, has seen lots of success with offering legal aid and translation work to the families negotiating their businesses, owned properties, and new tenancies as the neighbourhood sees no violent pushback to the slow march of gentrification under the shadow of a massive stadium.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2021 23:30:37 GMT -8
Giuseppe (Strong King) - Archie — Today at 12:27 AM
DH
int + poli + WP
@dicecord-CoD roll 7
Dicecord-CoD
BOT
— Today at 12:27 AM
@giuseppe (Strong King) - Archie rolled 7 dice and got 3 successes. 6 6 1 3 8 10(9) 7
Giuseppe (Strong King) - Archie — Today at 12:29 AM
DH
wit + emp + wp
@dicecord-CoD roll 9
Dicecord-CoD
BOT
— Today at 12:29 AM
@giuseppe (Strong King) - Archie rolled 9 dice and got 4 successes. 2 1 1 8 9 6 10(6) 9 5
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Post by mavspade on Jun 17, 2021 8:39:04 GMT -8
Int+Politics rolled 4 dice and got 0 successes. 3 7 1 7
Wits +Empathy rolled 4 dice and got 0 successes. 7 6 1 1
Riley is probably dissociating still.
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