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Post by Stal on Mar 29, 2008 17:29:50 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Rider sidled over to Stal, who seemed to be alone and not having much fun. That's what these ritzy parties were for. Just to be there. Not having fun, not doing much of anything. Just being there and being seen and keeping a presence. Don't let anyone forget that you exist and you have eyes and ears like anyone. "Stal, what brings you to a pretentious event like this? How's the wife and little Mindy? The Tabloid Town shop still seems to be raking in the dough, based on your swanky attire tonight." [/glow] "Well, it's not the wine, that's for sure." Stal took a sip from his glass again and grimmaced a little more. "Business is good. Spot certainly knows how to run it--but she's not the only person with a job, you know. I still do my...consulting.. here and there." Another sip. "And actually, I think I'm about to make a break through in some alternative energy research. Stalra Corp is set to make a lot of profit from this." Stal paused before taking another sip from his glass and sniffed the air. "I see you bathed before dressing up this time. Nice change." He took a moment to greet a passerby--a former client who'd paid very handsomely for Stal's services. Turning his attention back to Rider, he lowered his voice. "Putting aside these petty jokes, I hear trouble's brewing, Rider. Be careful what you get yourself into."
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Post by Diana on Mar 29, 2008 17:32:05 GMT -5
(I have to go to a birthday party just about now, so don't expect a quick reply)
Diana headed towards the table, fighting to stand up straight and casual. After years of the streets, she'd almost permanently adopted a lithe, catlike gait.
She eyed the food distastefully. How any amount of partygoers could eat all of that, she didn't know. Almost inevitably, some would go to waste. Oh, how she hated aristocrats.
Her eyes fluttered over to the girl that had been staring curiously at her before.
She was jotting down notes in a history book. Diana could see the library tag. How interesting. And suspicious.
Better get this over with fast. Does this mean I have a new enemy, another person bent on capturing me?
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Post by Stephanie (swordlilly) on Mar 29, 2008 17:47:01 GMT -5
Outside, in the mystery depths of the mansion gardens, Yoyote glances back at the party. Light and noise spill out in vague swirls. Nobody seems to be watching her.
Yoyote flicks open her cellphone and dials a number.
"I have something for you..." she whispers.
After making the call, she smiles into the darkness, takes out the stolen item from her kadoatie's mouth, and begins, very carefully, to wrap it in a piece of blue velvet.
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Post by (_+*Lou*+_) on Mar 29, 2008 17:48:58 GMT -5
Lou's usually slower-than-normal heart sped up as she spotted the girl in the jacket headed her way.
She contemplated an escape. Escapes were her forte, after all. Or helping others to escape.
But that wouldn't exactly fit in at this party. Better to take the direct route.
When she'd spotted the book on the Battles of Bull Run a few weeks ago at the library sale, her first thought besides "oh, Civil War!" was that it would be perfect for hiding things, or for notes.
Crud. She'd known it was a bad idea to even be at this party in the first place. Everyone had their own agendas.
Swallowing again, the swampdweller turned towards the girl heading towards her, adopting an innocent expression.
It had worked against people before. But she doubted it would work on this girl.
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Post by Thundy on Mar 29, 2008 18:45:18 GMT -5
Thundy spotted Goosh and retured the empty espresso glass to the waiters tray. "I'm trying to, but it's hard to have decent fun when you're surrounded by enough weaponry to break into Fort Knox and then some." He tapped his chest close to the left shoulder and then glanced at Carrie "Just wonder who'll draw first, if anyone does. Carries' bunch are so...crude, when it comes to the use of firearms. Spray and pray, know what I'm saying? No form...no accuracy. Oh, and something else,"
The Kitsune lowered his voice. "I got a shipment of a hundred cases of pistol and rifle ammunition coming in next week. Just wondering if Hunty might be interested in a "gift" of sorts? Free of charge, off the records."
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Post by Kathleen on Mar 29, 2008 18:58:42 GMT -5
Kathleen makes her way surrepticiously toward a buffet table. She's not hungry, but food will give her a distraction, a disguise. A chill runs up her back, and she turns slightly, her eyes dancing across the room. No-one is paying her any attention, however, and she quickly focuses her attention back on the table, feeling the comforting weight of the tiny pistol in her purse. Its twin is cold against her collarbone.
Approaching the table, Kathleen suddenly realizes there's another girl there.
"Diana!" she calls in way of greeting, stepping up to the back of the girl. Kathleen's hand strays to her collarbone, and she forces it sharply back down again. There's no use in scaring a potential friend. "I hadn't thought to see you here."
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Post by Goosh on Mar 29, 2008 19:06:07 GMT -5
"True," Goosh agreed. "Carrie's group aren't known for their subtlety. Tonight won't be pretty." He eyed Rikku. No doubt she'd be out of weapons by the end of the night.
The Yurble listened to Thundy's offer. "I'm sure Hunty would agree to that. I'll mention it to her. It's a very generous offer." Goosh planned his next words carefully. "Obviously, Thundy, you don't agree with Carrie's position. And I wouldn't want you to get hurt unnecessarily. You would be a great asset to Hunty's family, certainly. Have you considered joining us officially?"
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Post by Thundy on Mar 29, 2008 19:27:16 GMT -5
Thundy grinned "Yes I have, and I would wish to do so. I offer my services in whatever way is recquired of them."
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Post by Goosh on Mar 29, 2008 19:35:24 GMT -5
Goosh broke into a broad, sincere smile. "Wonderful! The Don will be pleased. And, of course, if you need assistance, we would be glad to help. And we have dental." That was another one for Hunty. He mentally chalked up sides. They were almost even.
This would be interesting.
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 29, 2008 19:37:33 GMT -5
Amneiger realized that his position was too far from Don Carrie to listen to what she was saying. And if he moved closer it might look suspicious...frustrating. Ah well.
He was close enough, however, to listen to Thundy and Goosh begin talking. When he heard Thundy offer free ammunition to Don Hunty he nearly turned around. Thundy was moving in on one of his potential markets! Something had to be ... no, not right now. First he would need information, see if he could still compete with Thundy somehow. Amneiger didn't like offing rivals; it brought attention and made for bad business. He took another deviled egg and continued listenign.
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Mar 29, 2008 19:48:45 GMT -5
"Ahh! Goosh!"
A familiar voice reached for the Yurble, coming from a formally-dressed half-feline. It was Vyt, and he was excited to see someone familiar.
"Good to see you, mah man!" Vyt mocked jokingly.
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Post by Goosh on Mar 29, 2008 20:14:24 GMT -5
Goosh turned when his name was called. Vyt looked like he had had his fair share of the buffet and then some. He was about to greet him when he saw Amneiger standing nonchalantly by. He was too focused, though. He was listening. Goosh smiled wickedly. Time to have some fun.
He scurried over to Vyt, accidentally on purpose bringing them closer to Amneiger. "Vyt!" Goosh cried in a stage whisper. "Did you remember to plant the explosives in the bathroom?" Emphasis on the word explosives for Amneiger's benefit.
Who said high-class parties were boring?
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Mar 29, 2008 20:19:23 GMT -5
Being with Goosh for a long time made Vyt aware of the Yurble's odd ways to remark things as he half-jumped at what Goosh said. "Not in front of people, you porcupine! I'll do that later," he mimicked Goosh in what seemed to be a stage whisper. The half-feline played along.
Under his cheesy grin, Vyt started to whisper in reality. "Look alive, Goosh. I have no clear hint, but there's something fishy about this," he said whilst not moving his mouth at all. He was pretty good at sending messages so discreetly. "I'll catch up with you later, okay?" he added before he let go of his hands from Goosh's shoulders.
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Post by Goosh on Mar 29, 2008 20:33:07 GMT -5
Goosh stifled a giggle as Vyt caught on, but raised his eyebrows as Vyt proceeded to warn him. Of course things were fishy. This party was filled with mobsters. Did Vyt not know that he worked for Huntress? Maybe he didn't. Goosh hoped Vyt didn't get himself killed. "You be careful too," he muttered. This side of the room was growing stale, and Goosh decided to circulate.
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Post by Nature on Mar 29, 2008 21:07:48 GMT -5
The crowd cheered once Nature finished her song. The Zafara beamed and gave a slightly-exaggerated bow. "Thanks, peeps, thanks a ton," she addressed to the crowd. She then got off the stage and went towards Rider and Stal.
"Rider! Stal! How's things goin' for you guys?" In her mind, Nature mentally slapped herself. Man, she hated using gangster language.
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