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Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Reika Saigyo

Before Alice could respond, Reika's sharp gaze focused on Jane. To suggest anyone dare poison Reika Saigyo was an insult. Sitting up even straighter, Reika began speaking with eloquent arrogance.

"Structure, Ms. Montgomery? Everyone here should do as I say. Ceding control of this investigation over to me would garner swift and effecient results. The traitor would be outed, and the Crogiolo syndicate would be safe in my hands. Federica grew weak and complacent in her waning years- a mistake I am sure not to repeat. If you all could put aside your, how do you say it, grandiose delusions for a few moments, the Crogiolo syndicate's place in this world would be secure. And then some. We can squash this little incident before it begins. Once we find the traitors, I will kill them myself."

Clearing her throat, the woman dressed in blue took another sip of her herbal tea. She meant every word. Chiavo would be hers- and theirs too, if they would all just trust her. As Federica did, and as her father did. Give her a chance to make up for... Before the thought had a chance to manifest, Reika set the teacup back down on the table and clasped her hands together and looked around the room, waiting a brief moment for a response.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

Dareen stared wide-eyed at Faeril, searching the Black Widow for answers. She offered no answers- only a question. Let me in? Suddenly, Dareen's lips and throat were dry. Swallowing, focusing only on Faeril, she asked; "Do I have a choice?" Trapped in this house, looking into the calculating eyes of her executioner. It was quite disconcerting. Primal fear began welling up in her chest. The kind that could break a person. Maybe she could gouge out Faeril's eyes before she had a chance to do anything? She had no weapons. Nothing. So tired. Whatever. Whatever!

"Whatever." She ended her thoughts aloud, deciding that her final moments would not be fear or anger. "Just get it over with." Assuming she should sit down, Dareen padded over to the couch that she previously soaked in water from the rain outside and sat on it.

For a moment she put her head in her hands. Clearing her throat, she spoke up. Having come to terms with it, all she had left was awkward sincerity. "Um. I don't know if you'll care, but could you bury me with my weapons? And, uh, shut my eyes and draw a horizontal red line across the lids and the bridge of my nose. If you want too. It's what we did back in my company. You- you'll probably see it happen a few times if you want an example. One happened just before I left." She gestured to the area of her face, and then shrugged.

"We call it the final sunset." Like she was going to visit a regular healer, she adjusted herself in her seat to get comfortable. Exhaling, she clasped her hands over her lap and looked expectantly at the Black Widow.

"Anyway. I'm ready."

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Reika Saigyo

The area infront of Reika is organized, the japanese racketeer having organized her food for effeciency and cleanliness. Carefully, she bit into a kebab. After a moment of chewing and swallowing, she nodded. "Delicious as always, Kuso," she complimented the chef. Satisfied, she pushed the plate aside and made room for her tea kit, which she always brought to her on these meetings. Tea always helped clear her mind, not to mention she was exceptionally talented at making it. A few finely crafted but minimalist-designed steel implements designed for allowing the drink to be made wherever the user had enough room were placed infront of her, and soon there was a small cup full of the steaming brown beverage. Taking a sip, she glanced over at Vincent as he spoke to her, suggesting she change her routes.

"Thank you, Vincent." She said in japanese to the multilingual man. "I'll keep that in mind." At first, Vinnie had annoyed her. He was unashamedly lower class, had a bizarre sense of humor, and often said asinine things. For example, asking for the traitor to give his or herself up. But he had grown on her, and there was something endearing about the way he carried himself.

The matriarch of the Crogiolo clan has been captured. Grave matters are afoot. Reika hoped to prosper from the coming power struggle, but those matters must be put aside. Before the Crogiolo mafia can crown a new matriarch, a traitor must be found or created. It would be unwise to accuse them without even looking into them. Of course she has done research on all the other council members, as she assumes they have done on her, but clearly they all warrant a second looking at.

Switching back to italian, Reika spoke her peace. "We must all be wary. The traitor is among us. My people will look into all of you. If I do not like what I find, we will all have you killed." Her gaze worked over to Alice, and it turned icy.

"Can someone explain why this impudent child is here? Perhaps she is responsible for Federica's imprisonment by her foolishness alone." Reika never liked Alice. With Federica gone, she was more free to speak her mind with no fear of disappointment.

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never mind

ignore this. too meta, i think.

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

when can we post in the ic?

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

crime time

The Marauders (2018)

@Jones Sparrow what a champion

sorry for your loss

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

Dareen frowned at Mikhail and then looked, obviously annoyed, at Denvar. Well, that didn't work. These people really were no fun. Say what you might about the mercenaries she used to work with, they knew how to have a good time. Or at least, not take themselves so seriously all the time. She probably had to do the "sarcasm voice" in order for them to get it. It didn't matter, of course, Dareen was just getting worked up over pointless trite again.

Whatever. Dareen ran her hand over her face and mumbled loudly into her palm. "Oh, no. Foiled again. My ingenius plan of walking into random bars hoping to be kidnapped by the local goon squads was so close to succeeding." She moved her hand off her face and tipped her head back against the wall she was leaning against, not moving to take the coffee.

"What a master of espionage, telling any random person on the streets that the place has secrecy spells, a locked safe in the back, and treasure hidden underneath the floorboards where they'll never, ever find it. Truly, you've outwitted me." She regularly paused her sentence, extrapolating on her phrases as if she were talking to a child. Then she brought her hand up and tapped her temple, making an exaggeratedly smug face. The Pruulish Witch was a master at being insincere.

"You're hiding something, of course. Unless this Faeril is also a therapist, I can't imagine many people would have interest spying on some healer woman." She shook her head, closing her eyes and facepalming. Vitriol was building up in her chest, causing her heart to beat faster. Unbelievable! Frustration tingled in her spine, she couldn't make all of her witty remarks at once.

I showed up at your doorstep!? I was brought here against my will! And- gods forbid a woman carry the means to defend herself, right!? Yellow Jeweled! Yellow Jeweled!? Why is everyone so obsessed with jewels? Look at that sly grin. He thinks he's outsmarted someone- someone who doesn't even exist! Why did Mikhail feel the need to say those words like that? Nobody normal talks like that! Couldn't he tell she was just joking? I'm going to have an aneuryism. This is it. My life is over. Annoyed to death. They don't even need to execute the so-called spy in their midsts, because I'm going to drop dead right now. She thought these things in a few moments, and was quite literally biting her tongue. They don't want the Queens to know what is going on here. That means, they are no friends of the Queen. So she's in the right place. She took a deap, deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"Look, there's a lot to unravel here. Let me...let me just start over. Okay?" She uncrossed her arms and gestured her flat palms towards everyone in the room, trying to disarm the tension building up in the room, and in herself.

"Hi. My name is Dareen." She said in the most milquetoast and unoffensive way possible. Since no one bothered to ask was what she didn't add on.

"I'm a Yellowed Jeweled Witch from Pruul. I'm travelling north, looking for the truth about the Queens you don't seem to be so friendly with yourself. I'm not working for them. Just looking for...answers. About Dorothea. Who she is, what she wants. I've seen some of the things she's had done to people." She was trying to keep her anxiousness in check, now that she was just beginning to open up to someone. She hadn't talked earnestly with anyone about her new direction in life yet. No one at all. Of course, there was a lot she was leaving out. Like how she was a ex-mercenary who used to work with Dorothea's people, one who had hunted down her enemies for gold and profit. That she was driven by guilt more than by curiosity.

Dareen wasn't just covering up her past because it was hard to talk about, she also knew that she was close to getting what she wanted. These people were important, and if they knew the truth about her they might kill her on the spot. Death itself wasn't the issue, but dying unfulfilled and purposeless was a fate Dareen dreaded. She knew her lot in life with her old crew. Now, she had cast all of that aside, making herself alone and vulnerable on an emotional level.
"So I think I'm in the right place. I just... I don't know." The more she talked, the more the confidence and bitterness had faded, beginning to reveal the conflicted and confused woman underneath. She shrugged and made a tight-lipped, humorless smirk, as if to say "Thats yer lot."

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@Katthaj yes! please do lol we're so close to 7

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

god damn affirmative action ruining my good old fashioned crime organization

whatever happened to the good old days?