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Post by Krakenbox on Oct 18, 2020 1:06:40 GMT -8
The dealer blinked through the tears of his raw panic, processing the adrenaline and focusing on the out she was offering.
He just needed her to leave.
The rage whispered in his ear, supplanting consequences that would give pause in a situation that did not feel life threatening. "Marquel and Lucky. They just loaded up on a fff- fucking arsenal. Dunno where they got it. Raided some gang, probably, once their operation went bust. Th- they're recruiting for her. They skimmed the juice and she just continued supplying. I don't know h- how. They recruit at parties. Backroom- clubs. D- diamond tattoo. Lucky's crazy. Like. Purposefully starts shit and seems to get off on it. He got his name because bullets never hit him? Fuck that guy." He was rambling at this point, spilling whatever nonsense he heard whispered on the street in the pale hope the woman would be satisfied.
Oren, meanwhile, peddled nonsense, spinning gold with his words as he painted an ultra reality. A true artist in his element, the woman was enraptured and not even thinking about how her companion was late on a back alley deal. She moves in close, seeing where the action could go. "I could take you for a ride," she whispered, giggling at her absolute banger of a pun.
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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 18, 2020 19:54:14 GMT -8
The burning hate coming off the Sculptor flared in her eyes, but a smile crossed her face. It wasn't over, but he was getting there. "Marquel and Lucky. Tell me where the fuck I can find them, any security measures I'll need to contend with, and give me your phone and your driver's license. Do it, now."
The whisper right in his ear was even more sinister. If it wasn't so terrifying, it might've been raw -- intimate.
"You keep your lips shut and your head down. You dig, champ?"
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Post by Krakenbox on Oct 19, 2020 16:55:49 GMT -8
The dealer blinks momentarily in disbelief. She was going to mug him now?
"My license is with the bar. For the tab," he said, shakily offering a flip phone with a faded psychedelic sticker of a gnome among glowing mushrooms.
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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 19, 2020 20:35:12 GMT -8
Kai shoved her his phone into a pocket, then produced her own cell phone and snapped a photograph of him.
"You can keep the ID. Get the fuck out of here."
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Post by Oren on Oct 20, 2020 3:50:34 GMT -8
"Take me."
There was a part of him that actually wanted to go; to sit in a car and roar down the road. There was always a small part of him that wanted to live in the lie and let the lie live in him. But Kai had finished her business, her tongue barbed and sharp.
He put a soft finger to Neon's lips. "But not yet. Will you wait for me?"
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Post by Krakenbox on Oct 21, 2020 21:28:27 GMT -8
The Summer narks wrap their business with the club, no police or gang backup contacted from their subtle tactics. Oren's given the lady's digits, name: Haven Tremblay.
They had the general address of a warehouse where the drugs were being distributed, a phone, and two names attached to the criminal underworld. They had the name of the new gang involved with raiding the Arrayer's armoury. They also knew that apparently there is more than one gang with access to the production of this glamour infused narcotic.
If they wanted more information, they would need to find an appropriate venue where these gangsters were doing business. If the dealer was correct, Kai's familiarity with the Contract allows her to take an educated guess that Lucky likely has Fae Cunning. Avowed or Changeling?
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Post by Kai Rose on Oct 21, 2020 22:15:02 GMT -8
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 2, 2021 17:48:13 GMT -8
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