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Postby Fallon on September 29th, 2014, 7:01 pm

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Fallon pinched her brow, then raised the fingers to sweep back the wet fringe. She was thinking, the brow creasing into a line as she weighed up his words. It left a lot the imagination, a lot of niggling thoughts and uncertainties that left her sorely uncomfortable. Lips pursed into a line, a small narrow of lids as she, the gaze sweeping back as she tried to gauge a reading on his expression. Not that she had much luck in doing so, the nagging chill forced her give a firm rub on the arm and turn her attention elsewhere. Her head gave a incline back into the city, a small weighing up of size as she considered her next move.

"I don't know enough about other places having that ability," she released the frown, slowly as she looked back to the ships that moved off in the distance. There was a blink of consideration, and then she turned her attention back at hand, "What do you mean, run by Nuits? Do you mean to say that..." Her features darkened for a moment, betraying her thoughts as one of concern. A chew upon her lip, she turned her gaze away and forced her feet to move her onwards, "I see. That is troubling. Thank you for that... snippet of information." Her skin gave an irritated itch, the scars giving a momentary prickle and then calming once more. No, control she needed to maintain a clear mind and execute the best plan - as well as find out more. But that would have to come later.

"I stay very busy," She returned her attention then, not missing a beat when he spoke up once more, "Lots of rivals to chase down, and lots of slavers to undermine." She gave a step back then, lips twisting into a smile, "Sounds like you want a face of vigilantes, bringers of change to the world and healers of old wounds." There was a shrug, a small pace up to him as she considered her words, "The Scars... we may be able to help you with that. Perhaps... if you are interested in tying yourself to our lovely family." There was a flick of the hand waving the words away almost, "You never know, we may even have an opening for an Uncle, Uncle."

"If you're interested,"
her hand rose and gave a point in to the city in the direction of the Sunset Quarter, "Then you will come and see us at work. Tomorrow. Nightfall. The edge of the Quarter... I'm sure you'll be able to work out where that is." Fallon gave a wolfish grin, but the expression serious, "And maybe there... I'll be able to see how serious you are about standing up against corruption and seeking independence. Sound fair... Uncle?"
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Postby Pulren Marsh on October 2nd, 2014, 3:27 am

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As the light retreated from the docks, so did the meeting that Pulren found himself privy to. All had been said, a life had been saved, a contact made. He found it interesting that she found such disgust in the Nuit and their control of Zeltiva. Anyone who had been in debt in that coastal city could easily surmise as much. Still, it was a hopeful malady to witness.

He felt equally satisfied in his choice of words. They had been of the right shape and depth to find purchase in her mind. Palaren would do quite well in Sunberth, it seemed. He chose not to speak so much in this phase, as it was clear that Bitzer had the floor and was surely ready to get to wherever Scarred Wolves went to den at night. He also enjoyed the casual use of Uncle as it became another new name. It gave Pulren a chill of exhilaration to play such games. If his life would be on the line either way, he preferred to be in control of his end, at least.

Finally, a finger pointed and directions given. Pulren looked out in the direction that he was directed to as her expectations were displayed and the offer given him. It would be crucial to make that date and to be ready for anything. Of course, surviving the previous seasons and their perils in Zeltiva made Pulren feel, at the very least, prepared. He didn't know what they wanted from him. He didn't know what opposition he would face. He didn't even know if he would emerge unscathed. One thing was clear to him, however.

He would survive.

With a nod of his head and a slight and casual salute from his brow, he replied, "Fair enough, Bitzer. Tomorrow night it is. It was a pleasure meeting you, even in such odd circumstances." Trident in hand, he began the long walk back toward the Springs, a hurried step moving him before Syna completely left and the night's denizens emerged.
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Postby Avarice on October 25th, 2014, 10:53 pm

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I've been captured, drugged, and dumped in the sea...
Swimming: Thrashing my way to Air
The Instinct to Survive Compels me to Fight
The Sensation of Drowning
Finding the Advantages in a Near-Death Experience
"Uncle Pal": An Amusing Alias
Zeltiva: Corrupted by Nuit

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Palaren Marshall: An Alias That'll Keep Me Alive
Plotting the Rescue of a Damned Woman
Swimming: Moving Whilst Bearing a Weapon
Self: I Will Save This Maiden!
My Friends Call Me "Uncle Pal"
I've Saved the Red Wolf
Appreciating Bitzer's Wet Form

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