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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 22:25:27 GMT -8
An easily accessible opening in a major sewer system - the tunnel barred by a heavy rusted gate that usually stands locked if someone is around to man it. Else, it's usually just jarred shut due to the atmosphere corroding the steel.
Inside, a little ways down, is an opening chamber with a rickety old dwelling set up on the walkways. A few bums can be seen with their measly bedrolls and odd & end possessions strew about. Across the way is a small tavern-like set up, with more ragged vagabonds lazing about - drinking cheap ale, eating into stale rations, and tussling in feats of competition. Ways to pass the time.
Aside from this grim place called home by the thugs, there are two tunnels branching off to the left and right from the entrance that lead back out to the harbor, and only one heavily bolted door in the back behind the counter, around the corner and out of sight behind a contraption that blocks it with a set a shelves. Those that speak with the barkeep at his counter might find their way into the secret passage.
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The Godmother
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Roleplay posts: 60 
Age: 38
Physical Description: The Godmother is tall and lithe with red hair and a pretty face; a beauty in every sense of the word. She has a very persuasive smile, and is never seen frowning. The constant use of pure fairy dust has made her look fairly young for her age.
Clothes and Equipment: Extremely fancy clothing, imported all the way from Katashima. The Godmother carries a long, thin knife (poisoned) and a pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes.
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Post by The Godmother on Jun 9, 2016 21:17:03 GMT -8
The godmother walked down the passageway, high heels clicking sharply on the stone floor with each step. She was alone, without so much as a single bodyguard or attendant. After all, it wasn't as though she needed them. Anyone with sense knew that it was a death sentence (or at least a severe beating) to throw so much as an evil eye at the Godmother. Her reputation and authority alone protected her, and that was more than enough. Seemingly uneffected by the smell, she walked over to the barkeep and leaned over towards him, resting her elbows on the countertop.
"Tell me, Mr. Mallarky. What's been going on down here lately? My people have been rather...lacking in detail in their reports. Has anything interesting happened recently? Anything at all?"
She reached into her handbag and pulled out a single golden coin, laying it on the counter and sliding it over towards Greg the barkeep.
"I'd like a pineapple cocktail, by the way. Crushed ice, not cubes."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 23:53:42 GMT -8
Upon seeing the woman cross the rickety boardwalk sitting over the sewer flow, the bartender stands up a little straighter - and even the ruffians in the area give her a wide berth. There was no disrespecting this woman or risking crossing her the wrong way. Thankfully, Mallarky (hardly ever called by his dreaded first name) knew her enough to talk to her and NOT invoke her wrath or that of the company she represented. He was quick to crack into the bourbon he stashed away and the gin - the higher fair drinks tucked away for patrons such as herself. While he may be the gatekeeper into the den, he still ran a business up front.
Mere moments later he found one of the few higher quality crafted goblets to contain the crushed ice, the brew itself poured over, and the toothpick-skewered fruit he delicately settled just off the rim for an odd but richer indulgence, and placed it carefully with a simple napkin before her - before ever reaching for that coin.
He would likely wait for her to receive the first sip to ensure she was attended to before answering. "T' tell yeh the truth, lass - movement down 'ere been slow. Not seein' a whole lot... includin' yer boys," he adds with a sniffle, making a quick swipe of his hand beneath his nose before reaching behind the counter for a wiping rag and a mug in need of such an item. "Odd soldier tryin' t' wiggle in, but, ah... yeh know, they never git far. Heh."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 1:40:46 GMT -8
Home sweet home... even if it smelled worse than a tavern full of brawly men hyped up on ale and sweating the place out. She payed little mind to those in the area, the Cartel queen included, returning an odd greeting with just a nod before finding a chair to kick back in at an empty table in the small excuse for a bar. Right now, it was good to get off her feet and NOT worry about the guard being on her tail.
Of course, she was damn good, but playing cat and mouse with the rust armored boot lickers got old sometimes.
Her boots came up, one after the other, to cross at the ankles on the edge of the table as she leaned back in the chair - head lolling off the back of her chair a bit as she let her body finally relax with eyes eased shut. The only sign of life coming from her for a short while being the steady rise and fall of her pronounced bust in that corset.
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The Godmother
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Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 38
Physical Description: The Godmother is tall and lithe with red hair and a pretty face; a beauty in every sense of the word. She has a very persuasive smile, and is never seen frowning. The constant use of pure fairy dust has made her look fairly young for her age.
Clothes and Equipment: Extremely fancy clothing, imported all the way from Katashima. The Godmother carries a long, thin knife (poisoned) and a pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes.
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 10:11:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Godmother on Jun 10, 2016 22:14:09 GMT -8
"Oho?"
The Godmother picked up the glass delicately, swirling it for a moment before taking a sip. It was good, much better than one might expect from this sort of place. Then again, she was special. Most people couldn't get this from this sort of place.
"I was hoping for something a little more encouraging. Sales have been slow. People just aren't buying as much as usual. Not at the street levels, at least. The lords and ladies are still as good as ever."
She glanced about, spotting the sleepy woman dozing off. It didn't look as though the scantily-clad rouge had so much as noticed her presence, unlike the other denizens of the bar. She briefly considered going over to talk to the woman, but decided against it. No need to get flustered over such a little thing. She took another sip and turned back to Mallarky.
"How about you, Mr. Mallarky? How has business been? Have you had any trouble?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 16:05:33 GMT -8
"Ehh. Same ol' riff-raff," he chuckles, nodding towards a few of the other vagabonds that were well engaged in a merry chatter with a few brotherly shoves here and there - thugs in a natural state, as it were. "No new faces. Business is slow, but yeh know - this just the front job.
A simple nod indicated the small hall behind the counter, which led to a dead end with shelves and barrels and crates - holding a number of goods that belonged to the bartender in this piss-poor excuse for a bar. It also was the hall that held the secret entrance - manned only by Mallarky to ensure that the wrong sort didn't get into the Den. "Enough back 'ome t' take care of th' rest. Aye just enjoy it up 'ere for fun. Heheh."
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The Godmother
Committed
Roleplay posts: 60
Age: 38
Physical Description: The Godmother is tall and lithe with red hair and a pretty face; a beauty in every sense of the word. She has a very persuasive smile, and is never seen frowning. The constant use of pure fairy dust has made her look fairly young for her age.
Clothes and Equipment: Extremely fancy clothing, imported all the way from Katashima. The Godmother carries a long, thin knife (poisoned) and a pouch of fairy dust wherever she goes.
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 10:11:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Godmother on Jun 12, 2016 21:42:53 GMT -8
"Oh? Well, I hope business improves for you, then."
The Godmother sipped her drink absently and fiddled with her diamond necklace. She pulled the necklace up to take a look at it and decided that it was starting to look a little drab. Perhaps it was time to go jewelry shopping. Not in the jeweler's shops of the Diamond District, though. Oh no. Shopping there was good for her image, but it was so boring compared to the shops down here. So much more expensive, too. Not that the money was any real problem, of course. Finishing her drink, the Godmother stood up and removed her necklace, placing it on the countertop.
"Thank you for the drink, Mr. Mallarky. That's a present. Give it to your wife or something. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go down to the den. Just a little shopping, that's all."
She walked around the counter, heading for the secret door.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 6:38:25 GMT -8
When that diamond necklace came to rest on the counter, Mallarky could hardly believe she just parted with it right then and there. But when she began moving behind the counter for the hallway he had to snap to attention - quickly snatching up the necklace and tucking it into a pants pocket as he jogged quick to get ahead of her and open the passage to let her into the den - though it was a bit odd to him, having to open the gate for the great Godmother who ran one of the more renowned businesses within the den! But, that was the way of things - to keep everything quiet.
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