old man moomba
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Dwig nodded, "S'okay, Mack. I get you. Honestly, I started Trident Manufacturing because I wanted to push myself. The money was an extra thing. I just wanted to bring my ideas to life, so I could make them better."
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Dwig waggled his finger. "Don't call me a heartless bastard. I provided jobs to only those who were less fortunate. The homeless, those who lived in squalor in the crumbling districts of this so-called city. And Mack, don't give me that chull about 'limitless free power'. If that were true, then why are you selling weapons?" he sighed "I wanted to believe in the government. I did, right up until their first meeting. I thought that maybe, just maybe, the guilds wouldn't get caught up in bureaucratic nonsense."
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Radyn looked up, "You're no Ghostblood," he snarled "You said so yourself."
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Radyn quietly glided in and leaned against the wall.
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"Profit?" Dwig asked, "You're telling me that you have no care at all for those who live in the city. You just want to make money."
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Dwig smiled. "You're asking me to fix the city, at the cost of my loyalty. Sure. I'll help, why not."
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Ciera grumbled "If the Senate would table matters of city defence until a later date. I believe we have more important matters to discuss, such as taxation. We can't have a bloody police department without money to pay for it!"
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"Hmm," Dwig mused "There have been several new skyscrapers built in the last year, spurred on by the ammount of growth we have been experiencing. Anyway, I can contribute resources and manpower to your projects, Laonin. I have a considerable amount to spare, I think."
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A door burst open and Dwig rushed in, "Sorry I'm late."
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"Ah!" Ciera pointed at the man who had made the comment about business "Yes. Now, shall we begin with my suggestion, or should we star with something else?"
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"No," Ciera said "I will not stand for this. Benson has received protection from TUBA, he is their problem now. Now, I think that we should start by creating procedures by which we can create non-elected positions and appoint people to said positions."
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"Okay, I think everyone is here that wants to be." Ciera said "Then, I call this meeting to order. Could someone get me a list of what we need to do here."
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Ciera shoved the DA man off the podium where she had been standing. "I have just recived news; Benson is now under the protection of TUBA." she paused, "I, for onre, would like to hear what his deal entailed. If the representative from TUBA would enlighten us at later date. Now, I believe we should continue with our agenda."
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With a ping, another card appeared on the doorste. It had the same message.
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Someone turned off 'Ahead by a Century' which had been playing on loop for the last 10 minutes. "If you want government people, perhaps you should look at the Senate house." a feminine voice said. A sphere of white light formed out of nothingness and revealed none other than Ciera Jigdens "Never been here before." she noted, walking out into the light "Anyway, we're waiting for the rest of the representatives to show up, so I came here."
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"Call me Doc, or Dapper. I'm a Knight Awkward, of the Order of Rolesmiths. I thought I'd take a break from my duties protecting the fictionverse and work as a barman."
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Dapper grabbed the bottle of white and took a swig, still mixing the drink.
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Dapper blew out the flames on the horneater white and handed it to Ark. "Start with that. I'll make something special for you while you drink it." he began to mix a drink.
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"You know," Dapper said, pointing at bean,"I could have made an OC to do that for you. But perhaps not, considering I don't have any good healers on hand."
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Dapper smiled and breathed in. Booklight flooded into him and he manipulated the Surge of Development to create a character. As was the usual for Rolesmiths, it was an OC. It was Dwig. As if obeying a silent command, he moved over to the door and stood with his arms crossed. Dapper continued to smile as he took his coat off and tied a leather headband around his head to keep his hair back.
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Dapper grunted, then took a swig of horneater white from the bottle. "Hmm. I like it! This is a particularly good vintage. Where did you get it?"
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"Hol' up. If anyone's going to serve Horneater White, it's me." Dapper grumbled. He then pulled out a glass, filled it with the potent drink and lit the white on fire. The flame rose at least a foot into the air before calming down to a few inches. "Still sure you want it?"
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Dapper removed a group of bottles from a crate marked ROSHARIAN WINES: TEN PIECE VARIETY PACK. He also pulled a few items, seemingly at random from under the bar. Then he began to work, pouring a small amount of each wine into it's own small glass, then adding a few drops of various random liquids to each glass and stirring. He took a larger glass from under the bar and placed it on the top. Dapper poured each type of wine into the glass, with the most alcoholic first and the least alcoholic last at the top. Somehow, the wines didn't mix, but instead sat on top of each other, like strata. "Tada!"
