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Retaliate by booking follow up interviews with the people who booked your interviews! WAR!

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

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"Perhaps now is not the time," the woman responded, her voice carrying a slightly lilt of an Irish accent. Barely flinches at the mention of the word time and casts a look back to the bar. The blue collar monster hunters are confused for now but there is little doubt that they will come boiling out into the alley at any moment. As if to punctuate the point, several shots rip through the door behind you. A scream from inside suggests at least one ricochet has taught these thugs a few things about firing into a metal surface at close range.

Synopsis

From the way Barliman is looking at her he is just as scared of her as he was of the Ordo. She wants something he dosent want to give.
It seems clear to you that the Ordo came in when something was going down between Barliman and the woman. She only wants to get away.

She is going to keep her hold for now.

If you want more info you could try to put a face to a name, but probably not a great idea to stand around in the street and get gunned down while doing so.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

As it happens Yuki does have two other cars:

My Hider

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As for weapons she has a number of swords, unsurprisingly katanas take pride of place.

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Seeing as the general opinion about Lorcan is rather constantly deteriorating maybe I should become afraid of the point where she'll deem murdering him during a good night's sleep would be beneficial for said well being ? xD

@Fetzen

I hate to say it, but that DOES sound like her logic...

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@Fetzen

Emmaline - Always thinking of the well being of the group!

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@DrRtron

Emmaline could have just walked though for nothing! She only came back to save Lorcan from getting his ass beat by the guards.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

America was not known for its great churches in the same way the Old World was. Church here usually meant a dilapidated white washed building with a single spire or perhaps the stadium come exploitation center of a mega churches garishness. Corvis Bay had an unusual number of impressive churches however. St Anthony's rose towards the sky in the towering gothic style, its vast steeple plated with polished bras that glinted in the moonlight like struck gold. Gargoyles coiled from its lofty arches and stained glass shone with inner light. The splendor of the arcitecture was somewhat offset by the utilitarian parking lot infront of it. Despite the lateness of the hour several cars were pulled up close to the building when Yuki pulled in, her bubblegum pink sports car anything but inconspicuous, the more so for the HK laying across the back seat and the omnipresent pop music pumping.

Yuki's Car

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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Emmaline considered it. Like all citizens of the Empire she had heard tales of the Border Princes. In the public imagination it was a semi-mythical place in which any cut throat could raise themselves to the rulership of one of the many petty statelets. The notion had a certain appeal, though the more pragmatic side of her realized that the roads were hardly paved with gold. She also had some vague notion that the further one got from civilization the less effective lies became, that line of thinking made her more than a little nervous.

"People have always wanted to use me," Emmaline agreed, thinking back to her parents and also to Albrecht, to the Empire itself when she got right down to it. The Colleges hadn't been founded out of alturistic reasons, but to provide weapons for the Empire to use in its wars. Theoretically wars against Chaos, but against Brettonia and its internal opponents as well.

"I suppose I've always had to take what people have given me and twist it to my own ends," she agreed. It had never struck her as particularly impressive. As for being able to go anywhere and do anything... well Neil somewhat underestimated the stigma of being a wizard. If she strayed too far from the capital and its College she ran the risk of running afoul of witch hunters and mobs. There were no possibilities of marriage, not that she wanted it, and her sorcerous talents were modest, although it was normal for talent to grow over the years.

"As for slumming it with you in a dusty tower... well it has its compensations," she began but realising that Neil was not looking for a glib response nodded thoughtfully.

"Well you are cute, and you did save me when you might as easily have left me when the orcs attacked, Albrecht would have in the same situation," she didn't give the last part any emotional loading, one of the skills of a con-artist was to judge people accurately, neither she nor her master were under any illusions about each other. Emmaline would have tried to have saved Albrecht but only because another master would be less accommodating of her interests.

"I like you," she admitted, "and sure maybe it isn't scamming a Lord out of a thousand marks but..." She trailed off trying to find a way to explain.

"It's ours, its exciting, I've always been on other peoples sufferance," she continued a familiar grin coming back to her face.

"So I suppose if I can do anything I want, what I want to do is steal pocket change in Nuln with you."