I fucking love Cleo XD.
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Bobby rose to his feet as a dark haired woman stopped at his booth. He shook her hand, smirking. “Mr. Zucco was my father.” he said jokingly. “You can just call me Bobby. Alícia Correia, I presume? Please, have a seat. The others should be joining us shortly.”
Before Bobby could sit back down, he spotted Nico approaching and chuckled at jokingly being called a jerk-off in Greek. “Ooh! Sei proprio uno stronzo! Always breaking balls, this guy! Get your sorry ass over here!” He put an arm around Nico and patted him on the back, then introduced him to Alícia.
As the three sat down, they were soon joined by a fourth, who apologized for being late. Bobby waved away her concern. “These things happen. Aurelia Beauxbaton, yes? Please, have a seat.”
Before he could say anything else, an older heavyset man with graying hair stumbled towards them. He was obviously drunk. “Little fucking Prince Bobby Boy. What a fucking joke.” He said in a slurred voice.
“Richie, get the fuck out of here,” Bobby replied with an annoyed sigh. “You’re drunk. Go home.”
“Little fucking golden boy. I’ve been waiting decades to become a Capo and you just waltz in and get special treatment. Lotta guys have it out for you, little cunt!” Richie spat.
“Then let them make a fucking move!” Bobby snapped back, jumping to his feet. The two men glared at each other. “What about you, cocksucker? You making a move? …Nah, you ain’t got the balls to go after another Made Member!”
The two men stared in silence for a long moment, then Richie scoffed and began walking for the door, saying over his shoulder, “Just you wait, Bobby Boy! Sooner or later you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
“You first, lard ass!” he called out as Richie stormed out of the bar. Bobby then sat back down. “Sorry about him. He went and got his panties in a bunch over my promotion. Made Members aren’t allowed to fight each other unless the other guy makes the first move, so it’s just shit-talking right now. I hope he crosses the line, to tell you the truth. Wouldn’t mind cutting open that fucking pig… Anyway, let’s put in our orders and then we’ll get down to business.”
After they had whatever food and drink they ordered, Bobby opened his coat and pulled out his wand from a harness strapped underneath.
He placed the tip of his wand against a crest that was embedded in the center of the table and muttered an incantation under his breath.
The sound of other patrons was suddenly snuffed out and the air became unnaturally quiet. Bobby slid his wand back into the harness. “No one beyond this booth can hear anything we say until I dispel the charm. Can’t be too careful these days, you see. Anyway, on to business. As you know, the Serpeverdes control all illegal alcohol coming in and out of the City. Well, we have some upstart pieces of shit trying to inch into our trade. A group of street rats who call their gang the Blood Pack. They’re Animagi who normally stick to pickpocketing and petty theft. But now they have a bar hidden under the Bethesda Terrace in Central Park. You know the secret archway that leads in here from the alley? Well, they have a similar entrance hidden near the restrooms under the Terrace. We’re gonna roll up on them and tell them to stay the fuck in their lane. Send a message. And of course loot whatever valuables they have there. Any questions?”
Before Bobby could sit back down, he spotted Nico approaching and chuckled at jokingly being called a jerk-off in Greek. “Ooh! Sei proprio uno stronzo! Always breaking balls, this guy! Get your sorry ass over here!” He put an arm around Nico and patted him on the back, then introduced him to Alícia.
As the three sat down, they were soon joined by a fourth, who apologized for being late. Bobby waved away her concern. “These things happen. Aurelia Beauxbaton, yes? Please, have a seat.”
Before he could say anything else, an older heavyset man with graying hair stumbled towards them. He was obviously drunk. “Little fucking Prince Bobby Boy. What a fucking joke.” He said in a slurred voice.
“Richie, get the fuck out of here,” Bobby replied with an annoyed sigh. “You’re drunk. Go home.”
“Little fucking golden boy. I’ve been waiting decades to become a Capo and you just waltz in and get special treatment. Lotta guys have it out for you, little cunt!” Richie spat.
“Then let them make a fucking move!” Bobby snapped back, jumping to his feet. The two men glared at each other. “What about you, cocksucker? You making a move? …Nah, you ain’t got the balls to go after another Made Member!”
The two men stared in silence for a long moment, then Richie scoffed and began walking for the door, saying over his shoulder, “Just you wait, Bobby Boy! Sooner or later you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
“You first, lard ass!” he called out as Richie stormed out of the bar. Bobby then sat back down. “Sorry about him. He went and got his panties in a bunch over my promotion. Made Members aren’t allowed to fight each other unless the other guy makes the first move, so it’s just shit-talking right now. I hope he crosses the line, to tell you the truth. Wouldn’t mind cutting open that fucking pig… Anyway, let’s put in our orders and then we’ll get down to business.”
After they had whatever food and drink they ordered, Bobby opened his coat and pulled out his wand from a harness strapped underneath.
He placed the tip of his wand against a crest that was embedded in the center of the table and muttered an incantation under his breath.
The sound of other patrons was suddenly snuffed out and the air became unnaturally quiet. Bobby slid his wand back into the harness. “No one beyond this booth can hear anything we say until I dispel the charm. Can’t be too careful these days, you see. Anyway, on to business. As you know, the Serpeverdes control all illegal alcohol coming in and out of the City. Well, we have some upstart pieces of shit trying to inch into our trade. A group of street rats who call their gang the Blood Pack. They’re Animagi who normally stick to pickpocketing and petty theft. But now they have a bar hidden under the Bethesda Terrace in Central Park. You know the secret archway that leads in here from the alley? Well, they have a similar entrance hidden near the restrooms under the Terrace. We’re gonna roll up on them and tell them to stay the fuck in their lane. Send a message. And of course loot whatever valuables they have there. Any questions?”
Working on post now.
I'll take a look at the other CSs tomorrow. Feel free to post in the IC if you haven't and then in my post I'll retroactively respond to each character as they enter the speakeasy.
Once you have your character sheets finished, go ahead and post them in the character tab.
It's under the character tab. If it helps, I'll post a blank version here. Just replace my color codes with your preferred speech color. Just quote and then copy to get all the BB codes.
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Honestly?
I feel this. It's new expansion season for FF14 right now so it's hard to do.much more then play that and watch movies in my downntime
I get this. Really.
I am like waaaaaay behind on FFXIV. Despite buying all the expansions up to Endwalker, I'm still in between A Realm Reborn and Heavensward as far as story completion goes LOL. I did come back briefly last year though for the Moonfire Faire so I could get the Power Rangers suit and the Phoenix mount XD. Check out this cool video some players did set to the Power Rangers theme song XD:
Sorry this took so long. Thread is up: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/192915-wizard-mafia-harry-potter-organized-crime-rp/ooc
Through a hidden magical archway in an alley in Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, there was a large speakeasy - one of many - where the Serpeverde Crime Family sold alcohol that was officially banned by the Magical Congress of the United States, such as Goblin Ale, Dragon Whiskey, Trollshine, etc. Soft music drifted over the immense dining hall from enchanted instruments that played themselves as chatter rang out amongst the varied clientele.
Sitting in a booth at the back end of the establishment was Bobby Zucco, whose dark eyes scanned the area for those who would be joining him shortly. He looked to be in his late twenties, tall with dark brown hair, and warm ivory skin. He was clad in No-Maj clothing, which was typical of Wizards and Witches in big cities.
“Can I get anything for you, Bobby?” asked a waitress passing by.
“Not just yet, Marissa. I’ll wait to order till the rest of my party arrives, but thank you,” he replied politely. She smiled and nodded before heading off to serve another customer. He was waiting for several Family Associates who were still new recruits, and they would be starting a small crew under his leadership. They had each been given instructions to meet at this particular speakeasy, where they would go over the details of their first mission. Bobby patiently awaited their arrival.
Sitting in a booth at the back end of the establishment was Bobby Zucco, whose dark eyes scanned the area for those who would be joining him shortly. He looked to be in his late twenties, tall with dark brown hair, and warm ivory skin. He was clad in No-Maj clothing, which was typical of Wizards and Witches in big cities.
“Can I get anything for you, Bobby?” asked a waitress passing by.
“Not just yet, Marissa. I’ll wait to order till the rest of my party arrives, but thank you,” he replied politely. She smiled and nodded before heading off to serve another customer. He was waiting for several Family Associates who were still new recruits, and they would be starting a small crew under his leadership. They had each been given instructions to meet at this particular speakeasy, where they would go over the details of their first mission. Bobby patiently awaited their arrival.
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