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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Mar 23, 2021 12:37:36 GMT
"I might say the same to you" I say sneering. "What business could you possibly have in Nirrion?"
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 23, 2021 12:40:07 GMT
"Yeah, but you're not welcome all the same," says the Fang. "This is my neighborhood. Go back to your fancy-pants Nerivi streets!"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Mar 23, 2021 12:42:35 GMT
"I think I'll hang around all the same." I fold my arms.
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Post by Diocles on Mar 23, 2021 12:43:25 GMT
I fold my arms, too, looking as tough as I can. Scowling.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 23, 2021 12:46:01 GMT
The Fang eyes Caoimhghin, and he holds out his hand to him. "You're far too pretty to waste your time with Haruspices. Why don't you come along with me? I can show you a much better time..."
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Post by Diocles on Mar 23, 2021 12:46:51 GMT
My eyebrows rise at the offer, but I don't move from Kestal's side. "What kind of festivities do people like you enjoy?"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Mar 23, 2021 12:48:10 GMT
I'm going to summon Qadir.
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 23, 2021 12:48:21 GMT
"Dancing for one," he says. "Eating, drinking, making merry. The flesh is what matters, after all." The Fang smiles, and music picks up from inside a nearby building. "Would you care to go to the dance with me?"
He is studiously ignoring the Haruspex.
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Post by Diocles on Mar 23, 2021 12:50:38 GMT
"I love a dance!" I step forward. "But are you trying to trick a poor boy like me? Why don't you like my friend, the haruspex?"
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Mar 23, 2021 12:52:21 GMT
9, 9, 9, 8, 4, 4, 1 - 3 successes (I think I only need 1?)
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 23, 2021 12:52:32 GMT
"For two reasons. He is a Haruspex, and they dislike us poor Fangs. And he is plain. You're lovely, so why wouldn't I want to dance with you?"
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 23, 2021 12:54:05 GMT
After a moment, Qadir appears before you. "Why have you called me, Haruspex?" he asks. "For I was listening to my Sindre's harp..."
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Post by Diocles on Mar 23, 2021 12:54:17 GMT
I shrug. "True enough." I reach out, making a move to put my hand in the Fang's.
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Mar 23, 2021 12:58:32 GMT
I walk a few paces away from the Fang and Caoimhghin so that I can speak privately to Qadir. "I'm sorry dear Qadir, I will send you back very soon but I wondered if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor? You see, this party is really a blessing ceremony for the Dark aspect of Nenetl, a very dangerous proposition for your beloved Sindre and those like him. Could you disrupt these festivities? I'll send you right back after."
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Post by Diocles on Mar 23, 2021 13:00:27 GMT
I withdraw my hand. Fuck. He's talking to ghosts again. I stare off at where Kestal stands some ways away.
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