Hell, this city needed a good war right about now.
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Outside of the deal he made with Asterion? Asterion attacks 93rd, Order attacks Merryland, and they ultimately rid the space of a cop (or at least a group pretending to be cops). It was in the collab I had with Savant in muh first post.
@ERode ohh gotcha. I think her finding out could either be Bella meeting with Mathias either coincidently or intentionally (we can decide that in the possible collab?) or she could find out through a trusted informant about it :)
Considering how Del Guarde is trying to get something going on with the Red Rose, maybe Bella will do something when the Order attacks Merryland? Trying to sus out whether or not aligning herself with the Del Guarde is worth it/trying to figure out if Matthias would be a threat when it comes to latter expansion northwards n all.
And then they can yap and come across the whole Vincent dealerino.
Oh ye, for the record, Est, the 0.5 Wealth hasn’t been handed over yet. That’ll be done on a latter turn.
Alright, collab with Est and Yankee done.
Est, for reference on the finalized deal before I post it up:
Anyways, will maybe wait on some words from Qia and Evierose regarding muh previous pings. Or maybe I post and kick off a proper war.
Est, for reference on the finalized deal before I post it up:
Anyways, will maybe wait on some words from Qia and Evierose regarding muh previous pings. Or maybe I post and kick off a proper war.
“Efficiency requires sacrifice,” Otis echoed. He decided that he quite liked Doctor Sylv, even if their areas of expertise weren’t necessarily aligned. Using poison as panacea was a well-documented medical practice, but to go for such extremes, such extremes that, through training, could perhaps be replicated by any amount of doctors and practitioners? That was the mark of someone interesting. He’d have to find the time to talk with her sometime. Maybe see what it takes to create such a serum. See if he could replicate it for his own means.
Busy, busy, busy. The days were becoming shorter, even as they seemed to extend infinitely. The Strigidae could probably shut himself in his room for a whole day and not be done with the sheer amount of things he had to puzzle over. Wingram Academy, for all its heroes and villains, was proving to be a powder keg of rare occurrences.
But he couldn’t shut himself in his room. He’d have to settle, instead, for remaining outside for a while longer, as Raja had seen it suitable to set the date for the trial in such circumstances. He glanced over at Iraleth, then towards Ciara. Michael…the only human janitor in the Academy?
Hm.
“I’m a witness,” he said, keeping his thoughts to himself. “I’ll be there. Are we otherwise dismissed for the night? Is it expected that we’ll go to class as normal tomorrow? Or will the school’s regular activities be suspended for Compact 3 for the next few days?”
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Added this to the OOC post. :>
Confirming, but that prevents attacks for three turns on just a single district? Or all districts owned?
Dang, really cycling into the B Cast eh.
//Central Village >> Northwestern Village
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Well, whoever left this place was very thorough, that was for sure!
MacKinnon whistled a cheery little tune as she vaulted over windows or kicked open doors, tip-tapping away at the floors and walls with her pickaxe as she navigated through whichever buildings caught her attention. It mustn’t have been so long ago that the village was abandoned by its residents, and yet, almost everything that remained was shattered or rotten through. Even the few cellars that she poked her head into were barren! There was certainly some kind of mystery present here, for the more astute individual to peel away at, but for the treasure hunter?
“Rahahahaha!” It was basically her catchphrase. At least when she was dealing with things that didn't shine like gold or glitter like gems or were obviously magical and ancient. “Clay jug, GET!”
She raised the blue jug towards the hole in the ceiling, where a pie-sized piece of sky could be seen and marvelled at how the muted blue mixed together almost seamlessly. This had to be worth at least a cool double hundred, if she could find the right person to scam sell to! But for now, alas, a jug may be better to drink from than to sell, especially when the chances of a merchant coming through here were minimal. For now, MacKinnon set aside her dreams of striking it rich and stepped out of the building, mentally marking the place off. In the distance, she could still hear others hemming and hawing in one place, and she grinned in response. The quickest moles got the juiciest worms, and the swiftest diggers got first pick of the loot!
Her broken compass spun on her fingertip, while she looked up towards the sky and counted the number of clouds. Simultaneously, she stuck out her tongue, feeling the direction of the wind upon her unskinned flesh, before she closed her eyes and ranked which bruise on her body ached the most in the moment. Finally, all those inconsequential bits of information came together and, with a flash of insight, MacKinnon turned on her heel and marched off once more!
Northwesterly it was!
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