Rollen could barely see anything as his senses were dulled from the heavy amount of whisky he'd been drinking but finished moments ago.

"More beersh *hic* barman!" he slurred as he slammed his hand on the bar counter putting a dent in the wood.

A tattooed man entered the casino. With the way he was dressed, he looked somewhat out of place among the more well dressed patrons of the casino. But the man didn't care. He wasn't here to be a patron. The man looked around the ground floor of the casino, but couldn't find who he was looking for. Scratching his head, he turned his gaze upwards to the first floor. Eventually, he spotted who he was here for. A woman was standing on the stairway connecting the ground floor to the first. Both of her hands, one of which was made of silver along with the arm it was connected to, rested on the banister in front of her.

The man owed this woman a favor for past services and tonight the woman had called it in. She refused to go into details as to what the favor was over the phone, insisting instead that she tell him in person. Eager to hear what the woman had to say, the man walked over to the stairway and climbed up to her. "Heya." The man said in a friendly manner as he got in speaking range with the silver armed woman. "Here I am. Like you asked. I'm ready to even things between us. All you need to do is tell me how I do that."

The woman looked over at the scruffy, tattooed man that had walked over to her. "Ah Taz, so happy you were able to come. Care for a drink to warm that little tornado heart?" She said this as she began to walk towards the bar where the bartender had just filled up yet another glass for the extremely inebriated man sitting on a stool. "I have a bit of a, business proposition for you. I believe your destructive talents may come in handy."

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"Yuh *hic* Yuh know I used ta be married?" Rollen said drinking the glass placed in front of him and in between sips he noticed the shape of a person walking over to the bar so he lost his train of thought stared at whoever was coming with a frown "Whosh tha hell are you?" he asked the blurry figures.

"Have you ever known me to turn down a drink, Nuada?" Taz asked the woman as he followed her to the bar. Taz hummed approvingly when the conversation turned to a business proposition that concerned his affinity for breaking things. "That does sound like an interesting proposition already." Taz remarked before the drunkard sitting near them decided to start speaking with them. "Maybe we should talk about this somewhere else though. The bar seems a little busy right now."

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She smiled. "In a moment, Taz, meet Beowulf, dragon slayer and high king." She said referring to the drunk man. "The two of you hold a specific skill set I need for a, quest, for lack of a better term."

"So he's a part of this as well?" Taz asked as he looked from the woman to, the other man at the bar, and then back to the woman. "Fair enough." He was a bit apprehensive about working with a drunk. But if Nuada thought the guy was good to bring along, then Taz wasn't about to argue. She had more than proven that she knew what she was doing in the time he'd known her for.

She nodded at him. "Yes, let's just say that there is someone in this town that has been very bad as of late." She placed a small baggy on the counter, on the bag itself was a symbol of three interlocked circles. Inside of the bag was a few greenish-blue pills. "I found a man in my casino attempting to sell these, and even after a week he refuses to say where he got them. I've heard from some of my contacts that pills like this have been popping up all over the city, as well as multiple Rifts disappearing. I'm uncertain if the group making this pills are also abducting people, but my gut says yes."

Taz raised an eyebrow when the baggy of pills was presented. "I've seen these before." He said once Nuada was done talking. "I saw a guy taking one of these at a party. The results were nothing to scoff at. And that came as quite a shock to me. The guy who took the pill was no lightweight and that was the first thing he'd taken all night, so there wasn't anything else in his system already." Taz looked up from the pills and back at Nuada. "So you wanna find out who's behind these pills and the missing Rifts?" Taz asked. "What comes next when you have? Do you just wanna run 'em off your turf? Do you wanna stamp 'em out altogether? What's your endgame here?"

"My endgame is to tear this weed out at the roots. I've seen what this drug does in the short run, a high like you've never seen. You haven't seen the long term yet." She pulled out two pictures, one of a large hulking beast with bone plating covering his skin, the other of a regular looking man wearing gym clothes. "An acquaintance of mine, Mitosis. His mythos allowed him to constantly adapt, causing him to look like this. After a few pills and a bit of time, it went away. Whoever is making these is suppressing Rift powers, possibly as a means to capture them."

"These things suppress Rift powers?" Taz asked as he looked at the two photos. "Damn. I wasn't happy about not being able to get one before. But I certainly am now."

Rollen had the bartender serve him a tall glass of water as he drank it he dropped an asprin into the glass and took a long sip, as he did so the man only vaguely paid attention to the woman that he remembered seeing but couldn't remember her name and the other bloke with his tattooed arms as well as wild hair.

He sobered up quickly which surprised even him yet the buzz was still there and slightly impaired him. "So your saying these pills make people...Normal? How is that a problem?" he rubbed his temples as he considered the possibility of being powerless and it didn't seem like a bad thing to him.

Taz gave Rollen a look that one would usually reserve for those who said or did something utterly nonsensical. Pills that made people normal... not a problem? Taz wondered if the guy was even speaking english at that moment. "You might want to call it quits on the alcohol for tonight." Taz said. "I think you're starting to get a little delirious."

Rollen chuckled at the man's reply "Yeah delirious is one way to put it," he shook his head and rested his chin on his fist as he leaned against the surface of the bar counter "The ole noggin ain't what it used to be so I tend to think funny especially when I'm on the sauce" sighing he reached out a hand to Taz with a tired smile on his face "Nice to meet you. Oh nice ink by the way" Rollen didn't have any tattoos of his own but he appreciated the dedication it took to have something engraved in ones skin.

"Thanks." Taz said in reply to Rollen's words before taking the guy's hand and giving it a good firm shake. "It's nice to meet you too." Once the greetings were finished, Taz looked back at Nuada. "So, we've got some pictures, some pills, and a guy who won't talk." Taz said. "There anything else we should know about or is that all we have to go on?"

"The symbol on the bag is all I've been able to find, I think it's related to a Rift, but that's basic knowledge at this point, they wouldn't be able to make Rift drugs if they weren't one themselves," she replied to Taz. She then turned to Rollen, "The reason this is such an issue is what can happen to them. This man on this picture, he could survive a bomb with his Mythos, his body would adapt to it to save his life. Now, he can be injured by scraping his knee. Another person, I think she did the equivalent of OD'ing on these, she forgot everything about Mythos, Rifts, what have you. The two of you, and myself, are three extremely powerful individuals, especially being Borderline. We need to find the root cause of this and end it."

"And how might we go about doing that?" Taz asked when Nuada said they needed to put a stop to the pills. "What's our next step here?"

"The guy we have won't talk, yet," Nuada said to Taz, "I think that we need to find another one of these dealers and hope we find one who will talk."

"Give em' time and with enough pressure your man may crack," Rollen shrugged "But it sounds like we don't have time to interrogate some bloke so where do you need us to go?" he asked eating a cracker from the tray of saltine's before him.

"BANG!"

A sudden gunshot had just silenced the whole establishment. The gamblers were distracted, and for a split second the quick hands of the hosts were ready to rig their games, ensuring the fortune for this casino. Yet they hesitated, a patron had just shot someone, a woman. She was one of the singers who routinely came to Fortune Row once a week, known by her name Sayuri. Her performance entertained the patrons with night songs as they tested their luck through their favorite games; blackjack, poker, and roulette among others.

There was a visible shock on the Sayuri's face. Her hands clutched on her stomach, as if she tried to hold the blood flowing out of the gunshot wound. The shooter was quickly taken down by a bouncer, a regret could be seen on his drunk face. Panic ensued, as people saw the shooter being brought somewhere, they gathered in curiosity, wondering what might happen to their favorite singer.

As Sayuri stood up, one could see her abdomen skin revealed among her two-piece party dress. The singer's gunshot wound on her stomach slowly closed itself and the bullet was ejected from it, clinked as it fell onto the floor. "I... I'm fine..." said Sayuri, "I don't know how, but I'm fine."