He lives on the fourth floor of a nearby brownstone, and it really depends on the night. Home is about two blocks away, and so if he's had a long day, or if the neighborhood roughs are being pests, then he'll crash on a cot behind his office. I'm no…
"Well, whatever is there has to've been there a fuck long time, which means everyone working there knows it's haunted. No way they stay that quiet. That can be used for distractions. Might make it easier to get past the Lamps."
5 Location: Shop
"Shouldn't be too difficult to get into the Toad. Security's never been that great, and the Knuckle is going to be hell for the Lamps to cover."
3Target: Fence
"Skinner, Earl's under wraps with the Lampblacks. It'd be worthwhile to shake that up a bit, push Coleburn a touch. Get him thinking maybe the Lampblacks ain't doing the business."
Player: 5,6,2
GM: 3,6,4
I give him a single, firm shake, "Flitting like a butterfly, tra-la-fucking-la. Good to see you, Coleburn. Just dropping my head in. Keep the iron rolling, as it were." I'm stopping by so you see my face, let you know I'll be bringing some business …
"I'll put it to the wind, сестричка. Got to jaw and jam, commerce calls." I shift over a couple aisles, putting a good bit of product between us. Need to get scarce as soon as I can. Where the fuck is Coleburn? If I haven't found him by the time I g…
"Da. We'll have a drink some time. My treat!"
I'd rather suck on the great god Jabber's ass than treat the wastrel, but it wouldn't do to offend her in person. People got their faces carved off while a maniacal southerner crouched on their chests …
Run my hand through my hair, muss it further, "It's been rough going, сестричка (little sis). I'm getting back up to speed, but I was down a long time."
I give a glance over the warehouse, keeping an eye out for the current "Earl". Not sure what So…
Milos
"Song! Моя любов!" I'm coming off enthusiastic, but I stop short of meeting her half way. There's several witnesses on either side. The psychotic bint was at the Nail the night I got out. I saw her see me, before she scarpered out the back. T…
I shrug, and toss back the second shot. Grab the bottle, step out passed the other curtained booths, into the press of the wider hall. The Knuckle is a pair of interconnecting alleys, boarded over every other storey. All the buildings "facing" the a…
Takes me a second to parse the John Bull reference, because that's what they call line bulls further south, but context helps, and I don't much show it.
"Twenty little bees make a sandwich, pally pall. We'll keep the mice out of the pie, you see t…
Milos
The water's out, but the Kettle's still on. The cunt's labrador's done him off. It's the block's gone pasty. That makes the first and lonely the rare duck - a clear field for catching rats. That is, The game's off, but Slog got away. He had a…
Put the word out that I want to meet at the Knuckle Bone, with their curtained booths. Public place, with an air of privacy. You don't approach Spogg direct. He'll scarper. Go invisible. Describe the raid on Slog's game. The total lockdown of the bl…
Milos
Una's wearing the Orchid Absolute 753, created to commemorate the birth of the Duchess Lionnesse of Sunfall, that was on her vanity last evening. From the window, I heard her describe the movements of the fragrance. The scent carried over on…
Milos
"Godshit, that's sharp! Easy, big boy. хуй Bluejays are flocking, and it's a long slag from Dunslough." Ain't that the godsdamn truth, and Slog's game was relocated because of the swarm, so now I have to go nose-down, ears-up to find the next…