Thorned Hammer

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"YEs. Yes it does suck." Was all he said.

"Caroline. You've been busy I see." Victor said coldly, walking right up to The Bidder's desk as he spoke. By the time he reached her she had risen up to her feet, hands on the desk as she leaned against it.
"I take it things went well for my people, if you're here that can be the only reason. After all you did end things between us, I don't think you'd be one to restart them. To prideful."
"To sensible. Give me back my message pad." Victor said coldly, flanked by two of the Bidder's guards while Terra remained in the entrance watching.

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"I was. It is now property of the army I guess." He sighed.

Finally Victor moved, deciding patience was overrated. He slid to his feet smoothly and walked across the street straight into the den. Terra stepped up to stop him but he shouldered past her.
"Let him in Terra Dearest." Hummed the Bidder from behind her desk. "I'd rather not have you two making a mess in here, it was just cleaned after all..."

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Terra was aware of someone watching the house as well, although she couldn't pin point who or where from. So, appearing cool and collected, she easily rose to her feet and disappeared inside the Den.

Victor watched patiently, the only thing betraying the tension in his body being the insistent tapping of his right index finger against his side. There was no way the Bidder would have just randomly sent someone to rob him, not for something so specific. She knew something.

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Jenga just rolled her eyes at her, picking up his pace on his way to the Green District.

Victor was already there, having found a place in the building across from the Bidder's den to take up roost in. Part of being a Marshall was being able to blend, become invisible in the crowd, and that was exactly what he was doing as he waited. The messenger pad would be nice, but the Bidder was who he aimed to deal with now.

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"Yes, of course I mean like the blocks game" He scoffed, clearly not amused by this.

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"Jenga." Said Jenga promptly, tucking his hands in two of his numerous pockets to keep his hands warm. The Night wind was freezing this time of year,

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"Narcissus?" He scoffed, pulling himself up beside her. "Certainly not that, god what an awful name!" Jenga lamented, dusting off his hands and looking wistfully back over the several rooftops to where he had lost his coat. It had been a good coat...

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Jenga tucked away the messenger pad before clambering up after her

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"This won't do, if we get back late she won't hore us,". Mumbled Jenga not looking up from his work though

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"You wound me with your harsh words". Sighed Jenga boredly, working on hacking into the messenger pad.

Terra was lounging in a chair outside of The Bidder's den, feet propped up on another chair and hands folded in her lap as she watched the steady inflow of candidates.