Mortal Thread - A Roleplay

[Channelknight Fadran]

Kleisha sighed quietly. "Fair enough. So... Hallowrascals. Sounds like a startup. You found anything else about them yet?"

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I'm assuming we can both spitball info about the gangs as necessary?

 

[The Unknown Medallion he/him]

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Shadowcastle's main revenue is Tailored bodyguards, otherwise, spitball away.

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

On 11/10/2021 at 10:35 AM, Channelknight Fadran said:

Kleisha sighed quietly. "Fair enough. So... Hallowrascals. Sounds like a startup. You found anything else about them yet?"

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Haruh shook her head. “Not much, I’m afraid. No no no.” She bit her lower lip, considering her reply. “Only information she gave me was that they had a Lab, where I’m assuming is where they make and/or create Thread.”

She then rolled her eyes. “Of course, everyone knows that they have a button ton of Tailored bodyguards, which is a whole ‘nother can of worms I’ll have to deal with. Tsk. Always me, yes yes yes.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

She turned to Bree. "Kinda sounds like a mission."

@Sorana

[Rushu42 she/her]

On 11/3/2021 at 10:40 PM, Fallapede said:

Thalise steepled her fingers.

"Ah. That's more worth what you were offering. I do know a few individuals in that line of work, though for something of this nature I can't make guarantees. Before we get into that, however, are you simply seeking information, or are you after something more... practical?"

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Heck, I could have sworn I replied to this! I was wondering why it was taking so long to get a response :p. Sorry!

Teresa fidgeted nervously with her drink. How much should she say? Channing would likely be annoyed if she gave away too much of the plan. "Um, information should be fine for now. I'm ... just curious."

As soon as the words left her mouth she winced internally. Just curious about Splitting? She had no idea why Channing expected her to be able to pull this off.

[Fallapede]

"In that case, I'd recommend that you go down to the parlor on the edge of Ninth and Vaunt and ask about dragonfly wings. Failing that, there's a night market near the Upside, though you'll need to have the proper referrals to be allowed in. I can arrange that, of course, for a small additional fee. I don't have much to offer to you directly, unfortunately. I tend to keep away from such lines of work in the name of professionalism."

@Rushu42

Edited November 13, 2021 by Fallapede

[The Ward's Guard he/him]

"Hey, excuse me. Can yo- Oh, I see you're busy."

"Hi, yes, hello! Do you think that you c- Sorry, didn't mean t-"

Placing her hands on her hips, Nida chewed her lip as she regarded the crowd that bustled in front of her. She had been lucky enough to find this one alcove that served as a safe spot from the nearly unstoppable momentum of the crowd, but now she couldn't get anyone's attention. They all looked like they would rather be anywhere than where they were currently walking, and that was no way to live a life.

It took every ounce of willpower she had to not raise her gaze to the city above her, since she knew that she would only gawk until unavoidably someone would ram into her. There was just so much of it, and everyone was busy looking at their shoes! It made sense why they did that, since being distracted by that majestic sight would only lead to trouble, but it was strange not to see more simply standing and staring as she had done. The city folk were weird.

The large woman's pondering was stopped suddenly by a tapping on her shoulder, and when she looked around, she saw a shorter man trying to shout for her attention. "Oi! You Marrtyk?"

"Yup!" She bellowed back, trying to be sure that he heard her. "Here for House Khayin!"

"Hush it. ya dunder-bucket!" The man said with a glare. "Contact sen' me. Said ya need a scorpion's tail ta kill the beast."

Nida perked up. "Hey! That's th-" She cleared her throat, realizing once more where they were. "I mean, only if you want to truly live."

"Please tell me ya won't be like this all the time."

Tilting her head, the large woman raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Yeah, he's gonna 'ate ya." He turned, and started off into the crowd. The man walked with a practiced casualness that would have made Nida overlook him If her eyes weren't already following him, as he seemed to blend in and sway with the crowd. Unsure whether or not to follow him, Nida stood still for a moment before following his lead, trying to match his casual manner. However, her bulk seemed to knock over every other person, and she ended up spending more time apologizing than trying to blend in.

This was going to be a fun day. The alternative would be far less enjoyable, so it had to be a fun day.

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Taking a deep whiff as the coffee finished brewing, Contact closed his eyes, hoping beyond hope that someone had finally discovered his wish, and poisoned the cursed drink. When he took a sip, it tasted disappointedly normal. Sighing deeply, he dragged his feet as he went back to his desktop to sort through the countless minor tasks that were assigned to him. The short man found himself hoping that if someone had poisoned his coffee, they had been cruel enough to make it tasteless the more he looked through the mess that was his job for the day.

His fatal musings were interrupted by a sudden tapping on the door, which opened before he could call out a response. Bringing in a horrible smell that could only be described as awful came Contact's runner, a messy man with several missing teeth that passed for normal in this wretched place that was called a city. Contact didn't even bother trying to hide how he turned up his nose at the man, trying to bury away the smell by lifting up his mug. "What is it now, Runner?"

Showcasing his holey smile, the Runner grinned. "I believe that I have your Martyyk, C."

"Martyy-" Contact blinked. "Oh, the replacement for Hansey?"

"Yeah. Just figured I'd give ya a few minutes to prepare yourself, mentally."

Standing up, contact shook his head. :"I work with you idiots, she can't be worse than this."

Chuckling, Runner stepped out the door. "Ya might be surprised, C." He called out, but Contact couldn't quite make out what he was saying until he came back in. "-and if ya just hold ya nose, he won't even blink an eye." Following right behind the disheveled man was a behemoth of a human, foreign in build and complexion in every way that Contact could imagine. Walking up to her, Contact was very conscious of just how short he was compared to her, coming in at barely 5 feet. "You're . . . big."

The woman smiled. "Thanks. Are you my contact?"

Ignoring her question, Contact began to investigate her arms and the armor that covered them. "What creature did you have to murder to make these glorified bracers."

"Ok, first-" She raised a chitin coated hand "-if this were armor, they wouldn't be just bracers."

Waving her away, Contact continued to investigate, proceeding to poke and prod the plating. "Yeah, whatever. You can't wear these everywhere, they'll attract too much attention."

"Oh, they don't come off." They're uh," she said with a pause, trying to remember the word. "You guys have a different word for it, but I just call it Alkhiata."

"You speak without a heavy accent, and yet you're from the fringe."

Trying and failing to fold her tailored arms, she glared at the smaller man. "I'll have you know that my home is well-"

"Oh hush," he cut her off. "No one will care. You're different, so we have to find a way to get you to fit in."

The woman growled, but forced herself to take in a deep breath. "Fine. Obviously we ate the wrong tobak, so my name is Nida."

"Bad move," Contact said, waving his finger. "We don't deal with names around here. Company policy or whatever. You will call me Contact, and I'm your new boss until you're reassigned out of my hair."

Looking a touch nauseous, Nida cleared her throat. "I thought that I wo-"

"Up ba ba ba. I don't deal with questions until after I have my coffee." He walked back to desk to pick up his mug, but pointedly didn't take a drink out of it. "Now, you and I have work to do, beginning at a second home of mine that I would love to see burned to the ground. 'kay?"

Edited November 20, 2021 by The Ward's Guard