"Shit, Nyx, I can't afford to hire you. My cafe's gone, I'm ruined. I don't know why this bastard came after me, but I can't afford revenge right now. You want to go after this guy, do it yourself."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that. Can't blame me for trying. I'd hate to see you close down, Rooney- so many of the people I keep eyes on tend to flutter about your place. How about this: if it turns out it was a job for cash, and I find out where that cash is, I'll make sure it goes to you. Most of it, at least."
Nyx judges his distance to the moths, judges the value of his sanity, and comes to the conclusion of lighting a cig. "If you're not going to be a client, I guess I can tell you that the odds aren't exactly in favor of me finding the flayer. I've got a couple leads I could follow, but leads aren't any good if your target's invincible. Which it practically is, if it's half as connected and protected as the flayers I know. Not to mention the things are plenty powerful in the 'send you to the hospital' kinda way, even before they start blowing up buildings and porting around."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Maggwyn very obviously rolls her eyes as Nyx tries to get a job out of Rooney. She looks over at the other refugees stashed in Kellen's basement, making sure none of them are overly panicking and then looks back to the drawing.
"La Famiglia? Can't say I've ever heard of them. A mind flayer? Whoa... you know, I don't typically get involved with creatures like that, unless well.. they really have something I need. I mean, as long as the fire brigade has this under control," she steals an eye towards Rooney to gauge his concern on the situation, "I mean, what else can we do?"
“The Family” Kellen lets out a low whistle “You are in the big times now Rooney. But maybe the target wasn’t you, any new faces in the place tonight? Anyone bringing their trouble to our doorsteps?” He looks over at Nyx “What about the two you were following tonight?”
He looks over as the fire brigade battles the blaze, feeling a little more hopeful that his place will make it out unscarred from the flames. “Maybe we should meet with them, ask around. Find out what is going on.”
Nyx scoffs a bit at the remark about his targets for the night. "Those two were just petty criminals with bigger aspirations than they could handle. I'd be real damn surprised if anything they did would warrant that kind of response."
He looks out at the battle between man and the elements alongside Kellen, though his eyes seem a bit more focused on the dying flame than the ones killing it. "Pretty sure the brigade's job is to put out fires, not interrogate them. Not that I don't appreciate them, but in my experience they're not exactly wells of information. I don't normally do this, but if you really want to find out what this all is, then maybe you could tag along while I see what an old friend of mine knows. It's the kind of friendship where we'd like to kill each other, so I could use an extra pair of muscles." Nyx looks down at the gnome, who he's nearly twice as tall as, and says with a hint of a chuckle, "I'm sure you could be useful too, though."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Rooney just shakes his head despondently. "I've got nothing for you. I just... have no idea why this would happen..."
It looks like the fire brigade has this mostly under control, though certainly not without casualties. There will be a lot more black in this already stygian city, come the next few days.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"An old friend that wants to kill you?" A slow smile creeps along Maggs face and reaches her eyes. "I gotta say, I'm shocked. Just rendered speechless!"
She looks back at the drawing the singer made and then back to Nyx, "But yes, I'm in. This Family you call them? I gotta see this for myself. Shall we? As much as I love being holed up with all these lovely trinkets and treasures," she steals a look to Fingers, "I best leave before I get myself into trouble..."
Kellen furrows his brows in confusion at Nyx as they continue to watch the others fight the fire then breaks out into a chuckle. “What, the fire brigade, are you playing me for a fool? No, you numbskull, I meant talk to the family. La Famiglia.” Kellen shakes his head slowly “But if this old friend of yours is a start I am in. Let's go. But don’t let my size fool you, you can get a big bang out of small packages.” He looks over at the tiefling “And I get the feeling trouble follows you wherever you go, Maggs.”
"Well, that old friend just so happens to be la Famiglia. Head honcho of the whole operation. It's a dangerous one, but it's smart- smart enough to know that we can't touch it, and smart enough to know that its kind zipping about and blowing up buildings is bad PR." Nyx absent-mindedly stares towards the husk of Rooney's as he talks. "If you two want to come along, we should get to it soon."
Nyx walks over to the singer. "I hope you don't mind if I take that drawing." He flicks out a gold piece onto the table. "It's a good deal, trust me. Sell the likeness of that anywhere else, you'll get paid in lead."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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It doesn't take Nyx long to get there, winding out of the Narrows and into the larger city. Pedestrians hurry along, stumbling through the dark with their heads turned up to the sky. Moth attacks are rare on the streets, but the fear is not erased entirely. Only a little ways away from the narrows is the place Nyx is looking for: the Rosé Rossa Hotel. There aren't any real hotels anymore, and the place has been converted into a place of permanent residence, but the name sticks. It's a legitimate business, but below... something else lurks. Nyx still knows the way. He pushes through the doors into the velvet-lined lobby. Ignoring the wilted finery about him, he approaches the elevator operator, a grey-faced man who looks up and asks: "What floor?"
Instead of a floor, however, Nyx speaks the passcode he learned on his long-dead case:
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"I'll turn his widow's tears to gold." The pallid man blinks his eyes, and a click sounds, some hidden mechanism activated by a hidden method. He gestures you all into the elevator, and slowly it begins to descend. After a long descent, nothing but rough-hewn walls to keep you company, the elevator rattles to a stop. It slides open, revealing a lounge similarly decorated to the lobby above, only twice as grand. A crimson carpet covers this place's floor, its sanguine brilliance illuminated by a golden chandelier hanging far above. Tentacled figures lounge in rose-colored sofas, a thin miasma of smoke from the fat cigars they smoke hanging in the air. Each seems intently focused on some task, whether it be a game of cards, those they lounge with, or some other simple task. Despite this, there isn't a lick of sound in the place. It's entirely silent. Save for the simultaneous shifting of fabric and mucilaginous flesh as every head in the joint turns toward you. One of their number stands up, straightening their pinstripe suit. They look quizzically at Nyx for a second, and a ripple of reaction spreads through the gang of illithids, their mantles pulsating in unison. All three of you hear a voice in your heads, the origin of which is unclear.
Nyx. Welcome back. What brings you and your friends to our little home? I hope it's worth losing your lives over.
As the voice speaks, Maggwyn feels a cold barrel press into her back. The grey-faced man is behind her, his face betraying no emotion, but he now appears to be pressing a revolver into her spine.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Nyx keeps his hand a professional distance from his magnum. He tries to stay cool, but his teeth immediately clench when he sees the room full of illithids. Not his favorite crowd.
"Calm down, fellas, we don't want any trouble. Just here for business. Any of your informants get wind of what happened at Rooney's Saloon, down in the Narrows? I'll give you a hint; it was bombed. And I think you'll be interested in who bombed it." Nyx slowly and intently reaches into his pouch and pulls out a piece of paper, tossing it onto a table in the center of the room so that every creature in the lounge can see the drawing of the tentacled bomber.
"Now, I think we can all agree that flayers teleporting around and blowing up establishments is bad for business. Lucky for you all, I'm willing to make this particular problem go away, free of charge. All I need is something to go off of." He nods towards the paper on the table. "What do you know about that one?"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Maggwyn grins at Kellen's remark about trouble always following her and winks, "Maaybe.."
As they enter the hotel, Maggwyn looks around, hoping to find a trinket to.. remind her of this visit as they are apparently heading to the elevator. Moving at such a quick pace, she doesn't see anything that would please her and is amused by Nyx's answer to which floor. Riding down the elevator, she looks to the pallid man, "So, how long have you worked here?"
When the doors open to the grander lounge below, Maggs can't help but "Oooh" as she steps off the elevator. But seeing who is sitting around, she shoves her wandering hands into her pockets.
Trying to get over the fact the creatures in front of her are talking in her head, a revolver is suddenly pressed into her back and she instinctively takes her hands back out of her pockets and raises them, "Hey! What's the big idea? I thought we were friends"
The paper slowly flutters to the ground, before the mind flayer reaches down and picks it up, keeping a tentacle on its hat to prevent it from falling. Again, another shimmer of shifting flesh ripples through the illithids.
Miei dei! I'm very sorry to hear that. I assure you, La Famiglia does not take kindly to such terrible acts, and we will do our very best to help you track down this bomber. Un problema, investagatore. Illithids don't blow up buildings. It's not a part of our... how do you say, modalità di funzionamento. It is incivile! Not like us, no, no, mio amico. So I am afraid that mi famiglia cannot help you, Nyx.
The pallid man never responds to Maggwyn. There's not really much behind those eyes behind a soul-crushing world-weariness.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I'm afraid you misunderstand, padrone. I would never accuse La Famiglia of using such crude methods. But, correct me if I'm wrong..." Nyx points to the paper. "That one is un estraneo alla tua famiglia. If someone were to see such a creature do such a thing, though, they could get the wrong idea. They could start telling people, they could start spreading misinformation. They could make, as you say, un casino. And I do not like to see miei amici have to clean up un casino."
Nyx moves his hands slowly, making sure that nothing he does is received as hostile. One of his hands reaches into a pouch and another goes towards his belt. Those hands produce a cigarette and a lighter, respectively. "I can assure you, I would make no such mistakes." The lighter is flicked open. "No rumors need be spread." The cigarette is lit. "No bodies need be found." Nyx takes a puff. "If you'd like, I might even be able to arrange for it to be brought to you, with whatever amount of life left you choose.
"The point is, I think we could make this whole thing much more pulito for the both of us."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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(Vague? Implication?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Shit, Nyx, I can't afford to hire you. My cafe's gone, I'm ruined. I don't know why this bastard came after me, but I can't afford revenge right now. You want to go after this guy, do it yourself."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Yeah, I was afraid of that. Can't blame me for trying. I'd hate to see you close down, Rooney- so many of the people I keep eyes on tend to flutter about your place. How about this: if it turns out it was a job for cash, and I find out where that cash is, I'll make sure it goes to you. Most of it, at least."
Nyx judges his distance to the moths, judges the value of his sanity, and comes to the conclusion of lighting a cig. "If you're not going to be a client, I guess I can tell you that the odds aren't exactly in favor of me finding the flayer. I've got a couple leads I could follow, but leads aren't any good if your target's invincible. Which it practically is, if it's half as connected and protected as the flayers I know. Not to mention the things are plenty powerful in the 'send you to the hospital' kinda way, even before they start blowing up buildings and porting around."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Maggwyn very obviously rolls her eyes as Nyx tries to get a job out of Rooney. She looks over at the other refugees stashed in Kellen's basement, making sure none of them are overly panicking and then looks back to the drawing.
"La Famiglia? Can't say I've ever heard of them. A mind flayer? Whoa... you know, I don't typically get involved with creatures like that, unless well.. they really have something I need. I mean, as long as the fire brigade has this under control," she steals an eye towards Rooney to gauge his concern on the situation, "I mean, what else can we do?"
“The Family” Kellen lets out a low whistle “You are in the big times now Rooney. But maybe the target wasn’t you, any new faces in the place tonight? Anyone bringing their trouble to our doorsteps?” He looks over at Nyx “What about the two you were following tonight?”
He looks over as the fire brigade battles the blaze, feeling a little more hopeful that his place will make it out unscarred from the flames. “Maybe we should meet with them, ask around. Find out what is going on.”
Nyx scoffs a bit at the remark about his targets for the night. "Those two were just petty criminals with bigger aspirations than they could handle. I'd be real damn surprised if anything they did would warrant that kind of response."
He looks out at the battle between man and the elements alongside Kellen, though his eyes seem a bit more focused on the dying flame than the ones killing it. "Pretty sure the brigade's job is to put out fires, not interrogate them. Not that I don't appreciate them, but in my experience they're not exactly wells of information. I don't normally do this, but if you really want to find out what this all is, then maybe you could tag along while I see what an old friend of mine knows. It's the kind of friendship where we'd like to kill each other, so I could use an extra pair of muscles." Nyx looks down at the gnome, who he's nearly twice as tall as, and says with a hint of a chuckle, "I'm sure you could be useful too, though."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Rooney just shakes his head despondently. "I've got nothing for you. I just... have no idea why this would happen..."
It looks like the fire brigade has this mostly under control, though certainly not without casualties. There will be a lot more black in this already stygian city, come the next few days.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"An old friend that wants to kill you?" A slow smile creeps along Maggs face and reaches her eyes. "I gotta say, I'm shocked. Just rendered speechless!"
She looks back at the drawing the singer made and then back to Nyx, "But yes, I'm in. This Family you call them? I gotta see this for myself. Shall we? As much as I love being holed up with all these lovely trinkets and treasures," she steals a look to Fingers, "I best leave before I get myself into trouble..."
(So, as the fire dies down, what's the plan?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Kellen furrows his brows in confusion at Nyx as they continue to watch the others fight the fire then breaks out into a chuckle. “What, the fire brigade, are you playing me for a fool? No, you numbskull, I meant talk to the family. La Famiglia.” Kellen shakes his head slowly “But if this old friend of yours is a start I am in. Let's go. But don’t let my size fool you, you can get a big bang out of small packages.” He looks over at the tiefling “And I get the feeling trouble follows you wherever you go, Maggs.”
"Well, that old friend just so happens to be la Famiglia. Head honcho of the whole operation. It's a dangerous one, but it's smart- smart enough to know that we can't touch it, and smart enough to know that its kind zipping about and blowing up buildings is bad PR." Nyx absent-mindedly stares towards the husk of Rooney's as he talks. "If you two want to come along, we should get to it soon."
Nyx walks over to the singer. "I hope you don't mind if I take that drawing." He flicks out a gold piece onto the table. "It's a good deal, trust me. Sell the likeness of that anywhere else, you'll get paid in lead."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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(So, are you heading off to la Famiglia's headquarters?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(If it's safe to leave, I suppose so.)
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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It doesn't take Nyx long to get there, winding out of the Narrows and into the larger city. Pedestrians hurry along, stumbling through the dark with their heads turned up to the sky. Moth attacks are rare on the streets, but the fear is not erased entirely. Only a little ways away from the narrows is the place Nyx is looking for: the Rosé Rossa Hotel. There aren't any real hotels anymore, and the place has been converted into a place of permanent residence, but the name sticks. It's a legitimate business, but below... something else lurks. Nyx still knows the way. He pushes through the doors into the velvet-lined lobby. Ignoring the wilted finery about him, he approaches the elevator operator, a grey-faced man who looks up and asks: "What floor?"
Instead of a floor, however, Nyx speaks the passcode he learned on his long-dead case:
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Take me to the philosopher's grave."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"I'll turn his widow's tears to gold." The pallid man blinks his eyes, and a click sounds, some hidden mechanism activated by a hidden method. He gestures you all into the elevator, and slowly it begins to descend. After a long descent, nothing but rough-hewn walls to keep you company, the elevator rattles to a stop. It slides open, revealing a lounge similarly decorated to the lobby above, only twice as grand. A crimson carpet covers this place's floor, its sanguine brilliance illuminated by a golden chandelier hanging far above. Tentacled figures lounge in rose-colored sofas, a thin miasma of smoke from the fat cigars they smoke hanging in the air. Each seems intently focused on some task, whether it be a game of cards, those they lounge with, or some other simple task. Despite this, there isn't a lick of sound in the place. It's entirely silent. Save for the simultaneous shifting of fabric and mucilaginous flesh as every head in the joint turns toward you. One of their number stands up, straightening their pinstripe suit. They look quizzically at Nyx for a second, and a ripple of reaction spreads through the gang of illithids, their mantles pulsating in unison. All three of you hear a voice in your heads, the origin of which is unclear.
Nyx. Welcome back. What brings you and your friends to our little home? I hope it's worth losing your lives over.
As the voice speaks, Maggwyn feels a cold barrel press into her back. The grey-faced man is behind her, his face betraying no emotion, but he now appears to be pressing a revolver into her spine.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Nyx keeps his hand a professional distance from his magnum. He tries to stay cool, but his teeth immediately clench when he sees the room full of illithids. Not his favorite crowd.
"Calm down, fellas, we don't want any trouble. Just here for business. Any of your informants get wind of what happened at Rooney's Saloon, down in the Narrows? I'll give you a hint; it was bombed. And I think you'll be interested in who bombed it." Nyx slowly and intently reaches into his pouch and pulls out a piece of paper, tossing it onto a table in the center of the room so that every creature in the lounge can see the drawing of the tentacled bomber.
"Now, I think we can all agree that flayers teleporting around and blowing up establishments is bad for business. Lucky for you all, I'm willing to make this particular problem go away, free of charge. All I need is something to go off of." He nods towards the paper on the table. "What do you know about that one?"
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Maggwyn grins at Kellen's remark about trouble always following her and winks, "Maaybe.."
As they enter the hotel, Maggwyn looks around, hoping to find a trinket to.. remind her of this visit as they are apparently heading to the elevator. Moving at such a quick pace, she doesn't see anything that would please her and is amused by Nyx's answer to which floor. Riding down the elevator, she looks to the pallid man, "So, how long have you worked here?"
When the doors open to the grander lounge below, Maggs can't help but "Oooh" as she steps off the elevator. But seeing who is sitting around, she shoves her wandering hands into her pockets.
Trying to get over the fact the creatures in front of her are talking in her head, a revolver is suddenly pressed into her back and she instinctively takes her hands back out of her pockets and raises them, "Hey! What's the big idea? I thought we were friends"
The paper slowly flutters to the ground, before the mind flayer reaches down and picks it up, keeping a tentacle on its hat to prevent it from falling. Again, another shimmer of shifting flesh ripples through the illithids.
Miei dei! I'm very sorry to hear that. I assure you, La Famiglia does not take kindly to such terrible acts, and we will do our very best to help you track down this bomber. Un problema, investagatore. Illithids don't blow up buildings. It's not a part of our... how do you say, modalità di funzionamento. It is incivile! Not like us, no, no, mio amico. So I am afraid that mi famiglia cannot help you, Nyx.
The pallid man never responds to Maggwyn. There's not really much behind those eyes behind a soul-crushing world-weariness.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I'm afraid you misunderstand, padrone. I would never accuse La Famiglia of using such crude methods. But, correct me if I'm wrong..." Nyx points to the paper. "That one is un estraneo alla tua famiglia. If someone were to see such a creature do such a thing, though, they could get the wrong idea. They could start telling people, they could start spreading misinformation. They could make, as you say, un casino. And I do not like to see miei amici have to clean up un casino."
Nyx moves his hands slowly, making sure that nothing he does is received as hostile. One of his hands reaches into a pouch and another goes towards his belt. Those hands produce a cigarette and a lighter, respectively. "I can assure you, I would make no such mistakes." The lighter is flicked open. "No rumors need be spread." The cigarette is lit. "No bodies need be found." Nyx takes a puff. "If you'd like, I might even be able to arrange for it to be brought to you, with whatever amount of life left you choose.
"The point is, I think we could make this whole thing much more pulito for the both of us."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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