Genevieve
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I nod- not like either of us has somewhere to be this early in the morning. Gods- I don't even know what time it is. I wonder where Tulle went off to... "Sure." I reply to Weetabix, shaking my head away from that thought.
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"I don't know." I reply honestly. "I thought it wasn't an option, so I never thought about it." Ok, that was sort of a lie- of course I thought about it. I thought about what my little girl would have grown up to be like, what I would have named her…
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Nope, I won't stay with him if he really doesn't want me there, but I want to make sure he's ok. "He was on the business end of someone's bad temper." I say flatly, my tone suggesting that's all I'm going to say about it. "And a club." I add, reali…
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I smile, then blush at his comment. "Of course I would! How's your oil? Need a top up?" I smirk right back at him. "No, it's never happened before." I explain. "It... I fixed pretty much everything. And then... he told me I could heal the damage Et…
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"I know you didn't, Chiffon- you were just trying to drum up jingle. And I appreciate that." I tell him. I'm pissed, but in an entirely different way than I was five minutes ago. Santiba was beating on my crew. "This place is different than Armour. …
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"Where do I start?" I muse over bites. "The surgery went well- Ollie even woke up and was talking. I couldn't have done it without Janco- I think we were in there for four or five hours." I take a sip of wine. "Rinso..." I hesitate, though I'm not …
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"Yeah," I say sympathetically. I didn't know what the frak to do, either. "Sorry about that. How's it feel? Broken?" I ask, looking at his injury. He's gonna have a black eye any minute now. That's just... I must have gotten soft at Armour. We knew…
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I nod and stick my hand out to shake, though I half expect her to not want to. "I do love to make friends." I smile widely. "We have a deal."
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"Oh, certainly." I reply. My mouth hangs open. I don't know what to say... "Metro... this is... wonderful."
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OOC: Is she telling the truth? (3/3)
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I'm actually amused by her interpretation of my offer. Why on earth would I want her to frak any of my crew? "How about this?" I counter, smiling. "You agree to offer me something worth my time- like information or favors, hell, even protection- an…
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I perk an eyebrow up. "I wonder what it'd take to convince you?" I muse to myself... Of course I follow- enjoying the view.
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I'm a little disappointed, but I push on through the paperwork. God- so. much. paperwork. My eyes glaze over a bit. I'm stacking everything up after 33 minutes.
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"I always want to do business, Santiba." I say slyly. I swallow the next sentence that nearly comes out- that it's not Velour's fault that Santiba can't keep him entertained. But that will not help me right now. I keep my hands at my sides, though I…
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I type out: Thank you? That was a very mixed compliment. Witches can look however they want- they have *magic*. I don't disagree about Janco. If you keep sending me messages, it's going to take longer than a half hour.
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Ah, I understand now. There's nothing quite so bothersome as not having enough information. "Please, tell me if I've got this right." I start, not flinching or moving an inch when she gets in my face. I even tilt my head to the side for effect. I s…
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I grin and type back: Yes, I'm a sorcerer- want to see my pointy hat and cloak? Just finishing paperwork- somehow Janco made me do it. I'll be done in a half hour, unless you want to come get me? -S
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OOC: Read Santiba. Roll+sharp. +1xp rolling highlighted. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 6. Total: 12)
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"My whore has a name. Chiffon." I correct her. "If he was violating some law here, or endangering your or your people- I'm going to turn around and walk away. But if you're telling me you're trying to beat the frak out of an honest business person b…
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I smile a wicked smile. "Shall we start again?" I say calmly. "My name is Proper, and I'd like to know why you are assaulting one of my crew." I ask her. The smile stays, but it's just in my mouth. My eyes are calculating- trying to figure out the …
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OOC: How can I get to Santiba, physically or emotionally?
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OOC: Everybody eats. Roll+hot. +1xp rolling highlighted. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 1. Total: 7)
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I nearly clock her in the back of the head, but the businessman in me stops my hand. "Why the hell are you hitting my people?!?" I shout at her- not getting in her face... yet. OOC: Everybody eats, even that guy incoming.
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Oh that sly little fox! I was going to sneak out and check on more patients... "Thanks. It's all in the past." The long dead past. I smile at her comment about the kids. I wish I could take better care of them, but I just don't have enough food or …
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I sigh and shake my head, but I'm smiling. "I had some rough times. Before." I tell her. "I lost a baby." Janco seems to just pull the truth right out of me. Hell, she's even getting me to do paperwork. That woman has skills.
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"Pretty well, actually. I was expecting to hear his secrets, but he showed me how to fix one of mine." I tell her, still a little amazed at what we experienced. I... I don't know how I'd even do it. I can't have children. Metro can't, either. After…
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Oh, shit. Lever. I wonder if he's still alive. I was supposed to go back to Trench... "It's not magic, but it's not strictly science, as far as I can tell." I tell her. "If I can lay my hands one someone, open myself up to them, I can fix their hur…
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I grab my flask and take a long swig and stalk out of the room, searching for a fight or a frak- I don't care which I find.
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I screen the talent I hire. They come to me and I never buy them, no matter how cheap. Sure, it makes things harder, but its my own sort of code. I was an orphan sold in at 9 years old. At 18 I killed the two guys who'd bought me and forced me to se…
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I laugh a loud belly laugh. "Oh, well when you put it like that, now I really want to do it!" Maybe I can train Rinso to do the notes... "He would have died without you." I tell her. "You are one hell of a doctor."