Redthorn Anvil

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"So what do you call yourself, Narcissus?" She asked conversationally.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"Yeeeup." She replied. Hardening her expression, she rolled up her sleeves and hoisted herself up the wall with effort.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"Boo-hoo. What, you want an apology?" She snorted. This guy...She yawned, then stopped at the wall that was the border between Grey and Yellow. At this rate, they wouldn't make it back until tomorrow afternoon. She mentally groaned; she did not want to climb that wall for a second time today. She contemplated ditching Narcissus to find some hidden spot to sleep.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

@Gentlemanvaultboy Vanion just watched the odd creature's appearance with mild interest for a moment or two, and then procured a suspicious-looking wine bottle that had been painted black and poured himself another glass of red stuff. He found the patrons here to be mildly entertaining; he had no idea that this place attracted such a variety of people...or beings.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

She continued to stare at him with a flat look for a moment or two. "...So you're not a complete ass after all." She turned and kept walking. "Amazing." She said sarcastically.

Meanwhile, Grim had had a wonderful time. He'd gotten to climb all over things, murder three people, place false evidence pointing to some other guy, and he had been able to do all of that before his own opponent could. In fact, he never even crossed roads with said opponent. He'd gone back to the Green District after that, and was now enjoying a pleasant stroll through the streets.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"Correction: You have the messages, and you might not get the job anyway. That marshall seemed to know who the Bidder is, and it sounded to me like he was going to go after her."

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"I don't care about that." She shrugged. "I just care about getting out of it without any problems. Which I did. And now I'm to go home and eat dinner. Then I'm going to bed, and then I will continue my life as it always is, and forget about this stupid game."

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She gave him a flat look. "He wanted to know where you were. I told him I didn't know, cuz obviously I didn't. He wanted to know who the Bidder was, I told him I didn't know. He told me to leave, and he walked away." She said. "Now you can go away too, you're annoying." She added as an afterthought. It was half teasing, half serious. She did think he was annoying. A little bit.

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"Wha--" Roman spun around to see Narcissus there, standing behind her. "The hell are you still doing here?" She blinked, clearly not expecting him to have stuck around.

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...That was it? Just, 'go'? Roman frowned as she watched the marshall march off. He was without a doubt the strangest law enforcer she'd ever met. After a moment, she shrugged, then walked away, not realizing that Narcissus was watching. She'd figured he'd taken it back to claim all the glory, and so she figured there was no point in her going back to that office, and so was neither in a hurry to get anywhere anytime soon. So much for that; it was fun while it lasted. She figured she'd find a place to sleep tonight, sneak back over the wall in the morning, and find another job to do instead.