Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>17-07-2021, 08:46:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong></span></span><br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f9/56/93/f956934ea9d79e35f5e320f5ea0bfe06.jpg)<br><br>The IC Thread for Delinquent Town! All of your dirty deeds and no-good ne'er-do-wells go here in the slums! If you live here or are just passing through, this is where you post character interactions that take place in the run-down ramshackle houses and cracked, muddy streets outside the city walls. This is where almost all Mistypes in the city of Xernia live, work, play and die. The Palace has largely given up policing the area, leading to some residents to try to seize power or take the law into their own hands. Some key locations include:<br><br><em>Shady Acres:</em> The home of the unofficial "Mayor" and Kingpin of Delinquent Town, this well maintained walled manor lies on the south-west corner of the slums, next to one of the local lakes. The gardens outside his walls are open to the public...if you behave yourself.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/55/34/a9/5534a95e38e6a06a5ae15fe4b8388718.jpg) (https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/010/091/446/medium/boali-dash-s3-c2.jpg?1522523541)</div><br><em>Night Daze:</em> Lady Anna's Delinquent-Town brothel and inn, which is under the direct protection of Dimitrius Maranzano. No funny business, or you might find yourself worse off than just being cut off from the bar...<br><br><em>Beacon Of Hope:</em> Tera Joule's inn in Delinquent Town, offering succor and shelter to those that need it. <br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Current IC Week Is:</strong></span><br><br><em>Sunday 25th August -- Saturday 31st August</em><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Weather Forecast</strong></span><br><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td></td><td><strong>Sunday 25th</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Monday 26th</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Tuesday 27th</strong></td><td><strong>Wednesday 28th</strong> </td><td><strong>Thursday 29th</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Friday 30th</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; </td><td><strong>Saturday 31st</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Early Morning</strong><br><em>05:00 - 08:00</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/hKdjjF5/Thunderstorms-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Thunderstorms</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Late Morning:</strong><br><em>08:00 - 11:00</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/hKdjjF5/Thunderstorms-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Thunderstorms</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/S0cYXQC/Showers-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Showers</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/tDmfb1R/Sunny-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Heatwave</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/hKdjjF5/Thunderstorms-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Thunderstorms</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Noon</strong><br><em>11:00 - 13:00</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/hKdjjF5/Thunderstorms-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Thunderstorms</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/S0cYXQC/Showers-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Showers</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/tDmfb1R/Sunny-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Heatwave</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Early Afternoon</strong><br><em>13:00 - 15:30</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/hKdjjF5/Thunderstorms-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Thunderstorms</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/tDmfb1R/Sunny-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Heatwave</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Late Afternoon</strong><br><em>15:30 - 18:00</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/S0cYXQC/Showers-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Showers</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/tDmfb1R/Sunny-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Heatwave</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Evening</strong><br><em>18:00 - 21:00</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/hKdjjF5/Thunderstorms-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Thunderstorms</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/tDmfb1R/Sunny-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Heatwave</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Night</strong><br><em>21:00 - 05:00</em></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Fair</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/GHTppL3/Cloudy-03.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Cloudy</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/S0cYXQC/Showers-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Showers</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/tDmfb1R/Sunny-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Heatwave</strong></div></td><td>(https://i.ibb.co/cTXtsbs/Fair-02.png)<br><div align="center"><strong>Warm &amp; Breezy</strong></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><hr><br><br>Please use the header provided below in your posts!<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; 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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>20-07-2021, 08:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rAxxh91.png)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Early Afternoon</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lady Anna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907314#msg15907314)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Casual Dress, fuzzy slippers. (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/01/27/16117260753c525258ef3df104b18d521265546842_thumbnail_600x.webp)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dimitrius, Duke [NPC]<br><strong>Mentions:</strong> Cassie<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br><em>The Night Daze</em> stood out in Delinquent Town as a building that, unlike its humbler peers, was just a little too much. Perhaps it was the size of the brothel that dwarfed some of its sister buildings, with the third floor added at a later date as an ambitious extension to the popular palace of pleasure. Perhaps it was the presentation; with its domed, theatre-like entrance with multiple doors, and slightly faded posters advertising some of the performances done on the first floor. Perhaps the white-stone building had nothing to do with what made the Night Daze so successful, and it was the aura that surrounded it that made it stand out so much. The vague promise of something delightful, no matter what you were seeking...<br><br>In the early afternoon, the white-stone pleasure palace seemed ever-so-slightly dormant, despite all evidence to the contrary. A single bouncer was waiting on the door, ushering people away who might ask for entrance without an appointment, and occasionally nodding at people as they left the building after an evening – and morning - spent in sin. Past the bouncer was the entrance; a red-carpeted entrance hall with a few more splashy pictures of beautiful men and women who called the Brothel home. Some depicted beautiful busty women in cocktail dresses, holding a microphone stand with coquettishly curved fingers around a stand near their mouth. Others depicted handsome chiselled men performing acts of theatrical gymnastics. Many of these signs - advertisements of the individual specimens to come&nbsp; - filled the entrance hall's walls, leading into the bottom floor's large gala hall; a tile-floor symposium, with dozens of tables and pods and a bar to the side all set up surrounding a large stage. The beating heart of the Night Daze was its stage, where the most talented of its denizens would perform to tantalise and whet the appetite of its hungry fan-base.<br><br>How appropriate then, that this is where Lady Anna herself was in the afternoon.<br><br>The White-haired matriarch was sat on the edge of the stage, legs dangling over the side as she read through a battered leather ledger. The Maven was jotting down notes as she waited for her early morning appointment, updating her little notebook with many different excerpts of interest. To most, it was an innocent enough moment. The busty beauty who made a home of the brothel was seemingly just taking a few notes, and nothing more. To the few in the know – such as her incoming associate, and the man she was waiting for today – it was as dangerous a sight as a soldier holding a sword. Anffwad had long since learned to weaponise information, and even if its effects were not as flashy as the swing of a sword, or as obvious, that made it no less devastating a weapon to wield. <br><br>Learning about the intent to erect strict checkpoints at the exits to Delinquent Town for the festival next week, for example, was a thing that could be used to great effect by the right person. <br><br>The heightened security made sense, but knowing would allow her esteemed guest the chance to prepare countermeasures as he needed, and reassure the local traders of the delay beforehand. It would help alehouses know to stock up ahead of time, as opposed to being able to get more supplies on the day. It would help people from feeling offended or outraged on the day, and keep tensions low. No doubt the clever man could come up with even more uses for the information if he so desired. <br><br>Anffwad sighed a little, a slight deflation letting her shoulders loosen up as she reached a tanned hand up to brush a lock of white hair from her face. Scarlet eyes pierced through the room and looked at the few of her family who were up and about, relaxing and chatting with each other. It always had the beauty on stage smile when she saw her little gathered family. It was a patchwork thing: Tossed aside people who had nowhere to go, mostly, but that didn't make it any less beautiful. Flawed diamonds still gleamed in the light, and little clan was a gem in the rough for sure.<br><br>One of the bouncers approached Anffwad on the stage, a muscular man with armoured purple spines and a horn at the centre of his head. The matriarch straightened her pose up a little as he approached, not wanting to appear anything less than the composed manipulator and the undisputed mistress of the Night Daze. It wasn't like most of these people hadn't seen her in some form of nudity, after all, but appearances mattered. The head of this misfit family was a vain thing after all.<br><br>“<strong>Sorry t' disturb you boss.</strong>” The Nidoking said, his voice a deep gravelly timber.<br><br>“Nothing to say sorry for Duke. Everything okay?” Lady Anna replied, her lips curling into a soft smile for the bouncer. Duke was generally seen as the unofficial head of security for the Night Daze. He was large, imposing, and – despite his rather unfortunately phallic crown – a genuine sweetheart. <br><br>“<strong>Naw, everything is good. Just wanted you t'know that your appointment is due. When he arrives should I send him here?</strong>” Duke said, already ready to start rounding up the various pretty men and women from the main area. <br><br>“Please do, and don't disturb anyone who's practising. If I wanted this meeting to be private, I'd invite the mayor into my chambers.” Anna said, soft smile still on her face as she closed the ledger and pushed herself up onto the stage proper. Her well-proportioned rump filled out the dark dress well, and as she stood at her full height on the stage she lifted her arms to stretch out her entire body. Tension filled her joints as she tried to ease out some of the stress. <br><br>“<strong>Nothin' says it won't end up there, eh boss?</strong>” Duke said, chuckling to himself. He had known Anna for a few years now, so knew where boundaries lay. <br><br>“As if. Dimitrius may be handsome, but I don't mix business and pleasure so casually. Plus his assistant would be mad at me if I stole him away for an afternoon, no doubt. No need for kitten to get out her claws...” Anffwad's smile finally broke into a full on smirk, laughter getting the better of her. Duke waved at the Matriarch, chuckling himself, although perhaps not getting the joke quite as much as his chuckle would let on. "Go find Duchess. You two can have the evening off. I heard her say she wanted to go and get a new collar?" She smirked, and it took a moment before the lightbulb moment caught onto the Nidoking's face. With a wink, he gave the boss a thumbs up and departed. <br><br>With the bodyguard gone, Anna stood on the stage, back to the entrance of the hall. She was waiting for Dimitrius now, staring up at what she ought to adjust on the stage before the week's events went underway. The lighting rig could use an update, although that was a hefty expense; and Jesse's performance could really benefit from a new rig, since she was working on that ribbon dance...<br><br>...and just like that, the Business woman was distracted by her thoughts of cost-management, benefit analysis, and all the vagueries that came with running a successful, high-end brothel. <br><br>Not that she'd ever admit it directly to him – for fear of inflating his ego - but she was almost looking forward to the distractions that the Mayor would offer her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>22-07-2021, 22:24:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/n5CfYmf.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening </div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sizo Galu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907497#msg15907497)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long gold dress (https://i.imgur.com/2yQTwHv.jpg), her medallion, a knife strapped on each thigh, a dagger up her left sleeve, and flat black shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Night Daze --&gt; Inside the Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna, and OPEN<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> No Warnings.<br><br><hr><br>Sizo wouldn't have visited the Night Daze normally, but she wanted a chat with Lady Anna to see if she needed a job. Lady Anna was one of Sizo's favorite clients after all, and it had been quite a while since she spoke with her last, and getting dessert was a bonus as the treats the place of business had was delectable. Though, of course, she didn't want to come down to the establishment dressed in her armor, she put on a nice gold number she acquired earlier in the year for another job. <br><br>She headed for the entrance but paused when someone shouted at her.<br><br>"Hey! Yeah, you there--harlot! How much for a tit-job?" Sizo turned her amber eyes towards the person shouting at her and frowned at him. Deciding to ignore him, she reached for the door, only for the man to rush towards her. Just as he was getting ready to place a hand on her, Sizo turned and kicked him square in the stomach--sending the dickhead flying backward on his ass.<br><br><strong>"Didn't your family teach you how to talk to a lady?" </strong>She asked as she took a step towards him, eyes narrowing. <strong>"I would suggest you go inside to speak to the Lady of the establishment first instead of propositioning girls outside." </strong>Sizo then quickly grabbed a dagger from her sleeve and pointed it at the man in question. <br><br><strong>"Maybe take a bath too as you reak of alcohol."</strong> Sizo then placed the dagger back in her sleeve and then entered the Night Daze, leaving the drunkard on his ass outside. In a mood, she headed over towards the bar area and sat down at a table in the corner to have a good view of the space around her.<br><br>When the waitress arrived for her drink, she ordered a dessert instead, <strong>"A slice of cake, whatever you have baked today, please." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>23-07-2021, 15:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/dc/b6/08dcb66af76f79ed5eb8a99d80d99931.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Early Afternoon</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dimitrius Maranzano</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907266#msg15907266)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Pictured, minus Goggles.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Respect was a funny thing, when you thought about it. It was an abstract concept, a construct of the Pokemon mind; it didn't really <em>exist</em> in the more tangible, material sense of the word, did it? It wasn't something you could touch or taste or smell or manipulate in a physical sense. If you took the universe and ground it down to its component materials, you'd have oxygen and copper and carbon, but there would not be a single molecule of "Respect" to be found. It was intangible, immaterial, subjective in a lot of ways - what would inspire respect in some might inspire disgust or loathing in others - but people still placed a great deal of importance upon it. It was nowhere near as tangible or materially valuable as - say - gold or silver, but it was in its own right a kind of currency of its own. You could gain it, you could lose it, you could save it, and you could spend it. You could use it to "buy" opportunities or deference or advantage, you could gain it by investing it wisely in certain ventures, or lose it by throwing it around without care or compunction. It could achieve things that gold on its own would never be able to aspire to, and yet, it relied so heavily on other people's perceptions that it was far easier to lose track of. Gold would always be gold, but respect could disappear overnight without any kind of warning...which led to an odd balancing act, of sorts.<br><br>Take the figure striding down the dry, crunchy, craggy mud-paved streets of Delinquent Town right at that moment. He stood out like a sore thumb, like an Unfeazant in a crowd of Diggersbies, a man who by all rights seemed like he shouldn't belong. Tall by most standards, the towering and obviously well-built 6'6 frame of an older yet in-shape gentleman walked the muddy almost-path between two beaten up, listing wooden buildings in the early afternoon sun. Broad shouldered and narrow-waisted, despite his older features he was clearly more muscular than he appeared, and certainly not the "beanpole" that many Decidueye's ended up being. Indeed, given his powerful build, you could be forgiven for mistaking him for a Fighting Type at times! Whilst most people in Delinquent Town were forced to wear second hand or otherwise patchy clothing - despite his best efforts, alas - this older man wore what was clearly an expensive, personally-tailored suit that screamed understated yet classy wealth. His features were slightly weathered by age, but otherwise sharp, rugged and handsome with a pair of keenly intelligent eyes peering from beneath his elegant hat. Whilst you might expect a man as out of place as this to be attracting some rather untoward attention - whether it be looks of suspicion or scorn from passers-by, or the hungry, lustful gaze of various ne'er-do-wells lurking in the nearby alleyways who might want the money his nice clothes could fetch - it seemed that he inspired nothing of the sort. <br><br>Indeed, as he made his way down the twisting paths of the back alleys of Delinquent Town, he was afforded a great deal of deference and respect from the stereotypically rebellious and mischievous "Mistypes" living there. The form of respect differed, of course; some hurriedly and fearfully made way around him and off the road, some gave him a deferential bow as he passed, others even smiled at his passing and returned the polite tip of his hat he gave them with a half-timid wave of their own. Some called out greetings as he walked past, and others quietly buried themselves in a nearby alleyway for fear of attracting his attention in turn. All of them forms of respect in their own right, but very different <em>types</em> of respect, and all of them correct for the people showing it. Dimitrius Maranzano, unofficial "mayor" of Delinquent Town - and, in actual fact, de facto Kingpin of the slums - was not a man to cross lightly, and most people he passed knew it all too well. Some feared him, some loved him, some felt both. But the simple fact of the matter was that he had <em>respect,</em> respect that he had earned through careful plotting, generous charity, careful cultivation of certain aspects of his reputation and considered treatment of both ally and enemy. <br><br>It had taken him only a few years to rise to his position at the top, but it had taken almost a decade and a half to cement his position on the back of his reputation alone. Anybody could hold power through force. But it took real effort to build the foundation of an empire that would sustain itself based purely on the <em>whisper</em> of a name. And it wasn't for ego that he had put in that effort, oh no. It wasn't ego that mixed the smiles and waves in with the aversion of eyes and hurried scrambling to vacate his path. It was simply personal experience. Some remembered times they had crossed him, or broken one of his rules and had had brutal retribution rained upon him...or else, they knew or knew of people that had happened to second hand. And some knew his generous acts of charity, his attempts to revitalise and support the Delinquent Town slums; some maybe knew small businesses that had had their start-up costs gratiously covered by Maranzano with an interest-free loan. Others had maybe had property stolen that his agents had recovered, free of charge. Others still might have taken advantage of Maranzano-funded foodbanks or clothing drives, or perhaps taken their children to enjoy the public park he had had constructed. Some may have given their cherished lover a flower from his public gardens. Some might have had family members disappear in the night for causing a little too much trouble for their neighbours or family. <br><br>The point was, Dimitrius had respect...but it wasn't always the same <em>kind</em> of respect. <br><br>And each of them could be lost in a very different way, very suddenly, were he to spend it too frivolously. <br><br>Of course, the wariness with which he was treated could also very easily be on account of the tall young woman standing by his side. Whilst not as towering as him, Elli - his darling Houndoom bodyguard - stood ready with a fierce expression and a snarling visage for anybody who erred too close for her comfort. She really was a little too protective at times, but then, he would prefer his bodyguard to take her job a little too seriously rather than not seriously enough. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder - which was met with the flicker of a smile before she caught herself - and squeezed reassuringly as they stepped into what passed for a main road in this part of Delinquent Town. The pair of them walked with purpose towards the large, ostentatious building at the foot of the street, visible for several blocks in every direction thanks to both the quality of its construction - a symbol of what might be possible in the future for Delinquent Town, perhaps - and its unusual height and wealth. It was certainly a richer, more fashionable building than the houses and shops around it, which was sort of the point, he gathered. It was there to attract the eye...and the wallet. You couldn't expect people to pay premium prices (for the area, at least) if the service itself wasn't worth the pricetag. <br><br>And that brought him onto another odd foible of respect; the powerful. How do you inspire the respect yet deference of those with influence and power? When in a position of authority, how do you keep that authority over others who might have the skill and resources to attempt to grow their own? It was simple. You showed them respect, but not deference. You made it clear that you were in charge, not them...but not to the extent that they might take offence. Small things, to keep the balance. For example, he was a part owner of this establishment. Nothing large, of course, nothing that could threaten Lady Anna's ownership and direction, and he never used the stake he had for anything other than garnishing the Empire's monthly income. But what it did was more passive; he owned a small, tiny sliver of the business, little more than a single percentage, in actuality. But it put his foot in the door. It told her that he'd always be watching, and that she operated by his good graces. It wasn't a threat, more a simple reminder that he knew she didn't take personally. It was a small indication, but it put them on more equal footing; he was a patron of the establishment, not a client. <br><br>The other thing, of course, was the tone and timing of their meeting. He was visiting her, he was gong to her, which showed her the respect of recognising her wealth and influence; he was willing to make the journey to visit her, rather than making her trek across the city to come to him. That showed respect. But at the same time, he gave her the home-field advantage; he walked into the center of whatever power she had, unafraid, unarmed, and alone, for the most part. That indicated that he was not subservient; he was not afraid of her. He was confident and secure in his own power and position, which made it clear - due to his lack of armed goons - that he was deigning to visit her, rather than allowing her to summon him. But simultaneously, he was bringing his bodyguard with him to watch the outside of the building, which told her that he respected her enough to not come completely alone. That he considered her at least enough of a threat to have somebody else along with him. He allowed her to set the time, which showed that he respected her time, but he also was currently running precisely two minutes late...which was not enough to show <em>dis</em>respect for her busy schedule, but <em>just</em> enough to demonstrate that he did not always run on <em>her</em> timetable, and to make a point that it was <em>her</em> waiting on <em>him</em> rather than the reverse. See what he meant? Respect was a two way street, and was a delicate balancing act. Every decision he made would be scrutinised for a hundred and one different reasons, every signal he sent would be dissected for meaning. He needed to show respect - which was easy, considering he did genuinely respect and hold affection for Lady Anna - but also avoid showing deference...which was far harder, considering the force of personality that was the owner of The Night Daze.<br><br>See what he meant? By Xerneas, it was exhausting to think like this sometimes.<br><br>As they approached The Night Daze, he gave Elli a smile and a nod, a comforting gesture of confirmation. She hesitated for a moment, then peeled away and slipped into a nearby alleyway to take up position in the small rooftop cafe he had rented out for the occasion. Knowing Lady Anna, she would know exactly what the reservation was for, with its balcony overlooking the entrance to the Daze, and the oddly speciifc time of the reservation, but that was ok; it was more for show (and precaution against outside influence) than distrust on his part. If he really did not trust her, he would have far more circumspect and unknown agents waiting in the wings. He knew Lady Anna, and he knew that she would not betray him, partly because it served her no purpose; better to have him in control, friendly as he was with her, than invite the chaos a power vacuum would bring. He took the steps up to the main entrance to the Daze, and was promptly met with a large Nidoking - an imposing fellow, Dimitrius would admit - who stopped him at the entrance. This was another moment where Respect needed to be considered. Given his position, he <em>could</em> simply push past Duke and breeze into the main area, dismissing him entirely and relying on his power and reputation to stay any retaliation. <br><br>But that would be short sighted.<br><br>Security was important to any venture, and embarrassing another power player's security detail would never inspire them to treat your safety with the same level of reverence that they did their own employer. And with Lady Anna in particular, he knew she would not appreciate her erstwhile family being treated with such disrespect and dismissal. Just because he <em>could</em> throw his weight around didn't mean that he always <em>should,</em> and learning when to spend Reputation and when to save it? That was a skill it was very important to learn, or you'd inevitably end up with none. So instead, he paused politely for a moment and exchanged pleasantries with Duke - inquiring after his friends, his family, that sweet little <em>belle</em> of his (it was important to remember key details of anybody you met, so you might be polite and considerate of them in future) - before he was allowed entrance after a handful of civilities either way. He strode down the expensive, lavishly decorated yet tastefully restrained hallway towards the main show area, breathing in the familiar scent. He did enjoy partaking in the entertainment offered here from time to time - not paid companionship, of course, but the skill and talent of the performances - and his eye was briefly drawn to a particular poster of Neia, his little Butterfree princess, who was almost certainly putting on a performance that night; he'd have to drop in and say hello when he was done with Anna, or she'd throw the biggest tantrum! Besides, Anna always threw a good show, and it was always an enjoyable time to revel in the relaxed atmosphere Anna had cultivated.&nbsp; <br><br>The Night Daze played an important role in both the nightlife of Delinquent Town and the information arm of his Empire, and neither role was to be understated. But more than that...on a personal level, he did care about his Coy Little Fae. She had dragged herself up from the duldrums much like he had, struggled in very different but nonetheless no lesser ways, and still managed to keep the more compassionate side of her personality intact. She was intelligent and independent talented and exceptionally attractive, of course, but it was who she was more than what she could do that made her so alluring to him. She hid it well in public, but she genuinely cared about Delinquent Town and its people, and treated her staff and allies like family more than employees or pieces in a game. She had the best interests of her home and the people around her at heart, and it was clear to see that everything she did was - in the end - for the good of the people she cared about. She was kindhearted and loyal, at her core. She might well claim that it was all about her own power and position, and on some level, perhaps it was. But he liked to think that in those quiet moments behind closed doors, he saw more compassion and genuine altruism than perhaps she'd feel comfortable otherwise letting on. Or perhaps he was utterly wrong, and he was simply getting sentimental in his old age. Either way, allow an old man his possible delusions for now, yes? <br><br>He entered the main hall and immediately his eyes were drawn to the lithe-yet-curvaceous figure of the well-proportioned and gorgeously tanned Absol on stage, filling out a rather attractive - and delightfully criminally short - black dress in all the right ways. He knew the tactic, of course - distract the menfolk with eyecandy and steal the rug and the floor both out from under them - and he wasn't about to fall for it...but there was no harm in admiring the way her beauty elevated the outfit to the realms of almost untouchable allure. He was a man, after all, and men were allowed to have eyes. It helped that he had intimate knowledge of the beauty that lay <em>beneath</em> those clothes, of course, but that was neither here nor there. He allowed his eyes to take her in respectfully - there was a difference between brief appreciation and lecherous leering, after all - before he approached her across the viewing area, weaving between tables and chairs and giving the occasional friendly nod and smile to the various performers and staff that he recognised along the way. As he said, he visited often for various reasons, and it was never a bad idea to be on friendly terms with the staff, if only for the sake of being a decent person.<br><br><strong>"Lady Anna,"</strong> he said warmly as he approached, accompanied with a genuine and sincerely affectionate smile. He didn't think for one moment that she hadn't noticed his arrival. She was far too keen for that. <strong>"A pleasure to see you again, as always. I would make a quip about you being beautiful enough without needing to dress yourself up on my behalf, but that would make me sound arrogant. So best not, no?"</strong> He gave her a small smirk, playful mischief twinkling in his eye as he alighted the stairs up to the stage to join her, smoothing the jacket of his suit out as he did so. Of course, the meeting was serious, discussing plans for the festival next week and finalising perparations so pleasure would have to come later...but nobody said serious conversations had to be dull and lifeless, now did they? He didn't mention his tardiness; she likely would have noticed, and would think less of him if he decided to rub it in her face. Balancing act, remember? <strong>"And hypocritical,"</strong> he continued, <strong>"considering the effort I often go to on <em>your</em> behalf."</strong> He winked slyly, accompanying it with a good natured chuckle as he reached the top of the stairs. <strong>"Jokes aside, it's wonderful to see you again, Anna."</strong> Stepping forwards slowly, he gave her a friendly yet professionally appropriate embrace in greeting. Hands on her back, a single-second squeeze (with a warm smile she probably felt from his facial muscles), then a polite distancing step backwards. More familiar than most, perhaps, but considering how long they'd known each other, he reckoned he could get away with it. <strong>"I trust everything has been proceeding according to plan? As always, should you require assistance, you merely have to ask."</strong> He had questions regarding a certain rumour about checkpoints and whatnot come festival time, but there was time for that. Pleasantries were an important part of the conversation, and he did so enjoy his chats with Fae. There was no need to rush to the conclusion, when they had the entirety of the afternoon to enjoy each other's company, now was there? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>24-07-2021, 13:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rAxxh91.png)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> <del>Lady Anna</del> The Night Daze: Griff and Miko [NPCs] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907314#msg15907314)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Black Casual Dress, heels. (Anna)</del> (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/01/27/16117260753c525258ef3df104b18d521265546842_thumbnail_600x.webp), Sleeveless White Shirt, Leather jacket, Boots, jeans (Griff), Stylised Serving Dress (Miko) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/57/6a/18576a80f3912a44cb5f367c34f5435e.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sizo Galu<br><strong>Mentions:</strong> Dyneias. Lady Anna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Sizo would be greeted on her entrance to the Night Daze by a broad shouldered man wearing black. The muscular man (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6f/63/62/6f6362c0294cf3dbd9e4448d819861f7.jpg) with the black boa-like mane over his shoulders and back only laughed at the impressive display of disciplining that the ever experienced Mercenary offered to the obviously idiotic delinquent. “<strong>Haha, showed him.</strong>” Griff said, leaning against the wall with no clear intent to make a move on Sizo himself. Griff was a regular of the bouncers of the Night Daze, and was aware of Sizo's fairly friendly relationship with the Lady of the establishment. She may have not been near the rather ravishing cabaret club recently, but that didn't mean the Obstagoon hadn't been warned not to mess with her. <br><br>Entry inside soon had the Aegisslash at the bar, and being offered the cake she requested. It wasn't something that was a house special or anything, but a slice of sweet tart was put in front of the sweet toothed assassin, sprinkled with some crushed almonds and pecans, as well as a tiny drizzle of honey. Sweet, with a hint of something heavier to help it go down smoother. The woman behind the bar (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ac/d2/bd/acd2bd6210a200726319b2a1c20376fd.jpg) was a&nbsp; round faced woman with a big smile on her face, and a pair of horns on her head. “<strong>Hope y'all enjoy it~</strong>” Miko said, the pink-haired Miltank tilting her head in anticipation for whatever the Mercenary thought of her meal. “<strong>Are yous here for busy-ness, or pleasure tonight, ma'am? Don't get many folks comin' in all pretty like an' dressed up without a reason.</strong>”<br><br>Somewhere in one of the balconies of the Night Daze, a Dark-Type in the middle of a chat with an employee caught a sideways glance of an old friend, and smirked. It was fair and right for a hostess to leave an unannounced guest to wait a little, and perhaps it would be fun to see how Sizo stewed when surrounded on all sides by the many shades of sin that the Night Daze had on offer.<br><br>“<strong>In Fifteen minutes...</strong>” A male voice announced from the stage, “<strong>...a performance for all the senses. The Lovely Dyneias will beguile you all with her harp.</strong>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>26-07-2021, 13:39:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rAxxh91.png)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Early Afternoon</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lady Anna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907314#msg15907314)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Casual Dress, fuzzy slippers. (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/01/27/16117260753c525258ef3df104b18d521265546842_thumbnail_600x.webp)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dimitrius<br><strong>Mentions:</strong> Elli [NPC]<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>The games played by the powerful were fascinating things, and while Dimitrius toyed with the thoughts of respect and power - balancing the needs of cohorts and allies, while also being sure to accentuate his own – Anna settled into her role as the confidant with the ease and comfort that made her such a natural fit, and such an expert at her role. <br><br>Dimitrius and Anna had similar trajectories, rising from nothing and becoming titans of the Lower Town. Dimitrius' path was his own, but Anna had been forced to learn how to wield what little powers she had at her disposal with brutal efficacy. The 'Lady' had learned early on that she had very little that others might want. She was hardly strong, she certainly wasn't of an auspicious and desirable lineage – Her kin had made sure of that – and her very existence was dogged by the idea that her species brought about misfortune and disaster. Anna had learned how to weaponise her appeal to people, and she had honed it here of all places. The Night Daze – although before taking ownership of it herself it had gone under a different name – Was Anna's spiritual home. It was her domain. It was her abode. The Night Daze was were Anna was not only in control, but it was where she was in complete comfort. Dimitrius might have felt the exhausting weight of having to balance power and respect, but Anna had no such concerns in her domain. In a way, Anna <em>was</em> the Night's Daze. <br><br>Take Elli, for example. Lady Anna had known that Dimitrius would have his guard dog around because the Cafe owner had willingly told her about Dimitrius' reservation. Anna had even left a gift for the guard in the form of a complimentary drink of her choice. In contrast, Anna's guard dog was Duke, and he was able to chat and mingle with Dimitrius, as opposed to being forced to hide away. It wasn't a display of power on Anna's part, it was because she knew that Dimitrius and Duke got along well enough, and because Duke was a longstanding enough member of the establishment to know that the Mayor was not seen as a threat, but as a friend. <br><br>And that was perhaps the key difference between Anna and Dimitrius. Anna's ambitions had, for the most part, plateaued. She didn't want to rule Delinquent Town, and she certainly didn't want to have all the stresses that plagued the mighty Mayor Maranzano. Anna had her kingdom, and it was far smaller and far easier to manage than an entire town of writhing children. <br><br>Anffwad, as Dimitrius had guessed, was fully aware of the Mayor taking a moment to appreciate her home. She watched in a mirror on the stage as he appreciated the Night Daze's splendour, and took a moment to admire her. That last moment was not lost on the woman, and brought a smile to her face even if her back was still to him. Men were allowed to have eyes, and women were allowed to enjoy the admiration in them. To be wanted was one of Anna's great joys in life, especially after her early start, and even if it was more of a passing want than anything, It was nice to know that Dimitrius would have happily taken her into a private setting and talked a very different kind of 'business'. <br><br>She let him break the silence between them – A nod to the power games that let him have the opening salvo, while giving her the chance to react. Slowly she turned to face him, seeing the twinkle in his eyes as he started to climb the stairs to meet her. She briefly chuckled into her hand, raised as if to cover her mouth, even though she gave a hearty flash of her dazzling smile. “Ever the charmer, Mayor Dimitrius.” His embrace was met with a similarly professional balancing act. One hand around his hip, the other touching his shoulder. She'd lean in and plant a brief kiss on his cheek as he moved to pull away. Friendly, alluring, and affirmative of his own little act of forwardness without breaking the balance of business they had to deal with first. “Come, take my hand you silly man. We don't get to see each other enough to dance around enjoying each other's company.” She reached her hand forward and took his – Perhaps a touch bold but she hardly had to care in her own domain. Cassie might have objected, were she here, but most of the people in this building either adored her, or were sleeping next to someone who did. Slowly, she started to walk past him and tugged him back down the stairs. As much as she led him, she knew that he had the strength to stop her with relative ease if he so desired. <br><br>In the distance, nestled off into the corner, Anffwad nodded to a booth already set up for them. A few pastries lay on a tiered silver platter, as did a pot of hot water and a few selections of tea leaves and coffee blends – Obviously purchased from the cafe across the street. “You look good today, Dimitrius. You know I enjoy it when you make an effort to please me.” She smirked at the brief double entendre, eyes briefly alight with pleasant purpose, and promiscuous promise. She opened her mouth as if to keep teasing, before stopping herself and leading the mayor to the private seating arrangement instead.<br><br>Business before pleasure.<br><br>Once there, she sat herself in one corner and nodded for Dimitrius to sit with her. Each had a plate set up in front of them in case they wanted to snack, and while Anna didn't rush for pastries, she did pour herself a coffee blend that mixed in a few sprinkles of chocolate. Dark, of course. “What can I offer you? It's rare I end up pouring drinks nowadays, but for the right customer...” If he asked for anything, or even indicated he wanted something, she would take the time to slowly pour him whatever he wanted. She knew that her position was benefited by her partnership with Dimitrius and, to be frank, she liked spending time with the man. He was charming, driven, and handsome. What wasn't to like? <br><br>“Our plans will sadly require a bit of revision. One of my girls spent a <em>fascinating</em> night with a captain of the guard that might demand your attention. I won't focus on the sordid details – Although I know you sometimes enjoy the sight of dear Avadas on and off the stage – I will, however, mention the validity of certain innuendo. Rumour has it that the Queen's Brother himself has ordered the barricading of Delinquent Town come the festival, with Checkpoints on every entrance.” Whether the Queen's Brother was truly involved or not, it didn't matter. The idea of every entrance to Delinquent Town being barricaded and check-pointed was something the pair had briefly discussed, and started to plan for. “A crisis in the making...or an opportunity, for a clever enough man with forewarning.” She smirked again, lips curling in a subtle enough way so as to not show teeth, but her joy in the situation was obvious enough. She had her own ideas on what they could do - mainly involving the Sweet Kiss, and a few ladies that might be able to tease nobility past the Delinquent town checkpoints and who might cause a hubbub if they are locked inside - But Anffwad was interested in what the Mayor's mind brought forth. He was the man who would be Kingpin, so what did the cunning beneath the crown have in mind?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>28-07-2021, 07:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/n5CfYmf.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening </div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sizo Galu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907497#msg15907497)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long gold dress (https://i.imgur.com/2yQTwHv.jpg), her medallion, a knife strapped on each thigh, a dagger up her left sleeve, and flat black shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Night Daze --&gt; Inside the Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna, Miko, (NPC's) and OPEN<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> No Warnings.<br><br><hr><br>Even though her sour mood was creating a bit of a dark vibe around her, the comment that the guard at the door had her grinning on the inside. She was sure he would have done the same or worse to any of Lady Anna's girls. Her attention was drawn back up to the server that arrived, her voice grabbing Sizo's focus all at once. <br><br><strong>"Oh, for business. I didn't want to scare anyone by coming dressed in my suit of armor tonight."</strong> Sizo then motioned at her gold dress. <strong>"One of the only dresses I own." </strong>Reaching for the sweet-tart cake offered to her, Sizo took a bite and sighed with delight. <br><br><strong>"That hits the spot." </strong>Before taking another bite, she would ask Miko. <strong>"Oh, are there any events tonight or shows that might make Lady Anna unavailable? I don't want to interrupt her if she's busy."</strong> After those last words, Sizo greedily took another bite of the tart cake, savoring the sweetness in the dessert. Her focus would slowly but surely shift back to the server once she answered her questions, though.<br><br><strong>"In Fifteen minutes [...] a performance for all the senses. The Lovely Dyneias will beguile you all with her harp."<br></strong><br><br>Sizo looked up from her cake, her question partially answered by the stagehand or showman? <em>What was the proper term for them?</em> "<strong>Hmmm... what kind of show will this be?"</strong> Sizo questioned anyone still close by that may be listening. She realized that there were quite a few mistypes around the club, but she was one too--so she didn't feel uncomfortable among the thrall.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>30-07-2021, 05:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/dc/b6/08dcb66af76f79ed5eb8a99d80d99931.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Early Afternoon</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dimitrius Maranzano</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907266#msg15907266)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Pictured, minus Goggles.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>It always amused Dimitrius - in a sly way - how coy the two of them seemed to act around each other. This polite, almost chaste embrace and the polite Noble-esque kiss to his cheek she delivered...it was the same way people of the upper crust greeted both friends, lovers <em>and</em> enemies. You would have thought that the two most powerful individuals in Delinquent Town could afford a more familiar hello, especially considering the parts of each other they had kissed before in private, but alas, proprietry had to be observed and maintained, did it not? Not so much for his reputation - he already had the image of a charming ladykiller - but for hers. Whilst women could easily have an extensive collection of public lovers of their own, it was their difference in stations that she had to consider. Were she to publicly fall into his bed and swoon into his embrace, why, people might start assuming that his favour came simply by way of her taking him to bed. Nobody would dare say it out loud, of course, and most would likely not care much given the abstract nature of their rule to the common individual...but as always, it was the loudest minority that was often heard above the silent majority. <br><br>Fae had worked hard for her position, so he was not about to put her in a precarious balancing act by being overly familiar when she wasn't happy being so herself in public. It was a matter of respect; she wanted their more intimate moments to remain behind closed doors...and so they would, until such time as she changed her mind. He had an inkling that it wasn't just about her position - she was not a woman to open up easily, and he didn't doubt that vulnerability was hard for her - so he would respect her boundaries. He cared about her, after all, and that meant that her boundaries were his boundaries too. That being said, of course, he would be lying if he said that the sensation of her plush, curvacious body pressing up against him, her soft curves and ample proportions flowing into his muscular form was not pleasant to him. The feeling was muted by layers of cloth and cotton, certainly, but it was tight and warm enough that it reminded him of more...intimate, less obstructed moments of similar proximity. It was only a flashing memory - he was not a lecherous old pervert <em>yet,</em> regardless of what Cassie might say - but it was a pleasant thought nonetheless.<br><br>He turned to follow her back down the stage steps - cheeky woman, making him climb those stairs only to take him back down them! - and allowed her to take his hand in hers. The kiss to his cheek emboldened him a little to amplify the familiarity a little; she had a code of sorts, he had figured that much out, and that little kiss told him that so long as he stayed within polite bounds, she was perfectly happy for him to show more familiarity and affection than most other people could get away with. He always tended to assume with Fae that his more flirtatious antics were not only encouraged but <em>enjoyed,</em> but it was always nice to get the confirmation. As her hand wrapped around his he shifted his palm to match her position, his fingers interlacing with her own, making it less of a polite contact between host and guest, but a somewhat more intimate contact. It was nothing major, and many people might miss the small nuance, but he knew Anna wouldn't. Behind her painted smile and her demure attitude, he knew full well that she missed meeting up as often as they used to just as much as he did. Or at least, he thought he did; was that arrogant to think? Possibly, but she was certainly not giving him any reason to doubt his conclusion. She likely used similar language on many of her favoured customers, but he liked to believe that with him...they rang a little more true than with the others. <br><br><strong>"Perhaps so,"</strong> he laughed as he followed her through the tables towards the booth that had been set up in advance, by the looks of it. <strong>"But alas, it seems to be the only dance we have time for you to grace me with these days."</strong> He gave her a sly, charming wink. <strong>"And with that in mind, is it any surprise I make the effort? A lady deserves the best, after all, and how can I expect you to go the extra mile to keep <em>me</em> happy if I'm not prepared to reciprocate, hm?"</strong> He chuckled salaciously. He knew exactly what she was alluding to - he was a generous and considerate lover, a fact he took pride in! - and was more than happy to play the game. She looked as if she was about to continue the flirtation, but of course, her better judgement overrode her more wicked side, and it was back to business. She was right, of course, business before pleasure, but could you blame him for wanting to enjoy the foreplay a little? Business with Fae was <em>always</em> a pleasure, and it was hard not to get caught up in her clever tongue and the saucy looks she gave him sometimes. She was a beautiful woman that he did - after a fashion - trust a great deal, and he was a hot-blooded man. Could he really be blamed for enjoying her company so?<br><br>Dimitrius relinquished Anna's hand and sat down opposite her at the booth, smoothing down his suit as he did so. He would have loved to sit beside her as she poured, perhaps enjoyed her company as she leaned against him and played with his hair, but that was a more...pleasurable interaction than business. This was a meeting, first and foremost, and that required decorum. A small smile graced his lips as the image played through his mind nonetheless, before he shook his head to clear it. His eye swept over the assembled beverages and snacks, and whilst he was not hungry - he had eaten before he left - it would be rude to refuse such an offer. <strong>"Tea, please,"</strong> he answered, <strong>"Black. No sugar."</strong> It was his usual order, without frills or luxury, but that was his way. One, he just liked the strong, bitter taste. Two...well, many people in Delinquent Town didn't even get to enjoy <em>tea,</em> and it felt wrong to him to throw luxuries like sugar and chocolate and honey at a drink when the people he ruled still had so little. Besides, when he was first climbing the ladder, it was how he had had his tea before they had the money to buy more luxuries, so it ended up being a bit of a habit. It was a silly moral principle, he knew, which was why it was one he kept to himself. But he was getting older, so he was allowed to have some silly sentimental habits, was he not?<br><br>He gratefully took the tea as it was offered to him, momentarily - as always - impressed by her slow, deliberate, almost sensual motions as she made the drinks. She hadn't had to fix drinks with any great regularity for a long time, he knew, so it was always a wonder that she moved into the motions so effortlessly. He knew from experience how agile and precise she could be, of course, but proper tea-pouring was a skill that was hard to master and harder to maintain. And yet...like a great many things, Fae made it look exceptionall easy. He offered her a flirtatious smile and a gentle chuckle. <strong>"How vexxed would you be if I were to change my mind solely to watch you pour again?"</strong> He teased lightly. <strong>"It's such a rare-and-hypnotic sight, I feel I should savour it more."</strong> He shook his head again and set the tea aside on one of the provided placemats to allow it to cool enough to drink, and stayed silent as Anna gave her news. He had heard similar rumours, of course, but it was disturbing and disheartening to hear them confirmed. They were not surprising revelations, of course, but that fact was just its own brand of unpleasant.<br><br>Still, Anna was correct; issues of trust and discrimination aside, the lockdown did give them a unique opportunity. If the Delinquent Gate was being barricaded, then at least riots wouldn't spill into Midtown, and the guards would need to at least give some visual indication if they attempted to sally forth on a purge. That gave them a great deal of security from retaliation from the Palace, at the very least. Checkpoints at the other gates, well, that was expected, and he imagined that could be turned to their advantage. He nodded to himself slowly. It was business now; the time for flirtation had temporarily disappeared, and it was time to focus on the matter at hand. <strong>"This can indeed work to our advantage. Locking the Delinquent Gate offers us far more security than it does them, and it allows us to use the main road without fear of obstructing traffic and being harassed by the Guard for it. As for the checkpoints...those will only attract more attention to the fact that something is happening in Delinquent Town. If you can select some of your best girls from The Sweet Kiss and Night Daze to act as tour guides, of a sort, we could curry some good-will or at least doubt about Delinquent Town's dangerous reputation. If some of those wealthier citizens spend some gold or whisper some secrets, then so much the better."</strong> <br><br>He paused, taking a slow sip of his tea as he thought carefully. <strong>"Some careful...donations...will place sympathetic guards on duty. Through them, we can get a list of the comings and goings between Delinquent Town and Midtown, and lend an air of legitimacy to your...tours...should the girls wait at the guardpost for possible clients."</strong> Dimitrius's fingers drummed contemplatively on the tabletop as he considered, nodding quietly to himself. The guardposts were expected, and he had factored them into his plans. The only way to take advantage of them was to use it as an attention draw to what was happening in the slums, and to get people he had on his payroll installed there for the night. Plus, if they were watching the gates, they wouldn't be watching the harbour...so he could sneak some of his own contraband out of Delinquent Town and into Midtown via the docks. Though...Anna didn't need to know that. She would quite possibly find out eventually if she didn't know already, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of confirmation! She'd have to work a lot harder to get that piece of information out of him! <br><br><strong>"In any event, I believe the best way to handle the checkpoints is to - as far as the public is concerned - pretend that they're not there. We shall pull strings behind the scenes to use them to attract wealthy patrons to our celebrations, and to keep track of comings and goings...but sliding our fingers too deeply into that pie might be dangerous, considering how closely Darius is likely to be watching. Should we keep the populace occupied with our own festivities, with any luck they won't go looking for trouble elsewhere."</strong> He took another sip of his tea, made a contented sighing noise from the back of his throat - she really did make spectacular tea - and gave her a dazzling smile of his own. <strong>!Speaking of which! I trust your staff is ready to assist with the refreshment and attraction stands? And are the 'Daze Girls' ready for their headlining performance?"</strong> He chuckled softly. Neia would be in that band act, of course, which meant that there would be extra security around her just in case somebody didn't know that she was "His," as it were. <br><br>"His." He almost despised himself for saying it. It was a crass turn of phrase, and there was more nuance to it than that...but the average thug or drunk who couldn't understand the word "no" was often too thick to pick up on those intricacies...so for their purposes, yes, he was prepared to let them think that Neia was His, if only for her protection. Midtown and Castletown had the most famous artists, certainly, but he knew for a fact that Night Daze had some of the most <em>popular</em> talent in the city. It would be a waste to not use them to lift his peoples' spirits, now wouldn't it? And if some of the Noble guests let slip some extra gold or secrets - protected by Anna's girls' presence, after all, given how everybody knew what happened to people who hurt them in Delinquent Town - then so much the better. Every piece of gold that went into Delinquent Town's pocket was another gold coin that wouldn't grease the palms of their oppressors...and if that wasn't a victory in and of itself, he didn't know what was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-07-2021, 15:32:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rAxxh91.png)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lady Anna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907314#msg15907314) and Miko [NPCs]<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Casual Dress, heels, [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0510/5525/products/bd219_black_1024x1024.jpeg?v=1425925237l]Dark Veil (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/01/27/16117260753c525258ef3df104b18d521265546842_thumbnail_600x.webp) with Similar Hood (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/ee/b9/33eeb9d555cd510e9513655c220bb8f8.jpg). (Anna)[/url], Stylised Serving Dress (Miko) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/57/6a/18576a80f3912a44cb5f367c34f5435e.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sizo Galu<br><strong>Mentions:</strong> Dimitrius<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>“<strong>Well i reckon if that's one'f yer finests it suits you well, ma'am.</strong>” The Pink-haired server said, a bright smile on the Miltank's face as she seemingly basked in the praise of the tart. The joy she got from the wistful sigh was obvious, and Mika's bubbly attitude only seemed to grow more bouncy and excitable at the knowledge her treat was enjoyed. “<strong>As fer Lady Anna, she probably knows y'all are here by now. Not much happens in the Daze without her knowin'.</strong>”&nbsp; <br><br>Mika took the plate when it was finished, and quietly poured Sizo a drink of water. Not too many people were bothering the server or Sizo herself, some sensing the slightly darker mood around the Aegisslash and others simply letting their attention be drawn to the many other delights on offer in the establishment. There were no shortage of distractions in the Club: scantily clad women on balconies, waving at their established favourites in tantalizing displays of temptation; pictures of a handsome, lithe man in blue being ogled by a couple of male patrons, and a female one besides; and a group of well-dressed dockworkers, in a heated discussion about something to do with a 'Muchness'? <br><br>Eventually, Mika broke the silence to speak up once more. “<strong>Dyneias' performance is a treat. Her music's gorgeous, and she can use her talents to be makin' it smell and sound as pretty as she looks.</strong>” Mika had a certain talent for exhibitionism, and in this particular instance she was hyping up her fellow staff-member admirably. Her enthusiasm helped the pitch sound genuine because, honestly, it was. The family of misfits and toss-aways that made up the Night Daze were an eclectic bunch to be sure, but were very close indeed.<br><br>Another few minutes passed, and eventually the loud masculine voice that had heralded the beginning of the performance returned. Part announcer, part hype-man, and part herald, his voice certainly had an unusual charming rumble to it. <strong>“The Beautiful Dyneias will be beginning her performance in two minutes. Please find yourself a seat and prepare to enjoy the show. Please do not leave your seat unless it is an emergency, as it may ruin your fellow patron's experience. Two minutes remaining.</strong>”<br><br>It seemed like there was going to be a lightly-enforced no moving policy over the Night Daze, and before Sizo could depart to either exit the establishment or perhaps find somewhere else to enjoy her solitude she'd feel a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her to remain seated. The softness of the touch hinted at either a lack of strength, or a certain practised tenderness, and when Sizo felt the warmth of the woman sitting next to her, pressing against her arm, she might get a hint that this was something...unusual.<br><br>Anna had quickly found herself a sequined veil to wear, and that – as well as the dark, form-hugging dress from earlier, and the white heels – made her look more like a lascivious member of staff, and not like the lady of the House. Sizo would find her arm pulled into the warmth of the Absol borne beauty's bosom, and feel the warmth of the woman's chin on the Mercenary's shoulder. Intimate beyond imagining, Anna's pink eyes bore into the Dagger-wielding woman's face, a faint smirk on her face as she absorbed what she hoped would be some-sort of reaction. She didn't think Sizo would fall head over heels, but a bit of a blush on the dark-skinned beauty's cheeks would be well worth the tease. More than just trying to entice her though, Anna had a reason for the slight disguise.<br><br>“You really should send a message ahead, dear. It would hardly do to have people aware of our business arrangement, now would it?” Anna's smirk and gaze briefly turned a bit more serious as she loosened her grip – Not quite letting go to keep the illusion that she was Sizo's entertainment – At least for the show's length. “People are more likely to want to watch you work if they knew you were working for me; especially the more powerful people in this little Town of ours.” She didn't glance towards him, but was aware that somewhere in the room – Likely in a private booth near the stage, so as to get a better experience of Daddy's little 'Sweet-Pie' – was the Mayor himself. “Not that I have anything planned against the Mayor at this point. Dimi is doing well for me, and we have bigger concerns.”<br><br>One of Anna's hands uncurled from around Sizo's bicep, reaching over to a drink wordlessly handed to her by Miko. The sparkle of the drink spoke of something more intoxicating than the water Sizo had been handed freely earlier, and Anffwad brought it to her lips in a languid, deliberate slowness, taking a long draught of it before placing it on the side, a pink lipstick mark marring the clean glass. “Now, I assume this is a business call? Unless I've misread you entirely, in which case I would be more than happy to provide you with any manner of company for the night. Ladies, or Men, handsome, pretty...or something in between perhaps?” She smirked, once more trying to tease a reaction out of Sizo. The Mercenary's work was always top notch, but Anna's line of work tended to have her wanting to know more...intimate details about anyone who worked for her. Sizo was a valued assistant, but a fairly mysterious one at that. The intrigue made her even more enticing, but Anffwad also found a certain degree of comfort in eliminating the unknown variables in any schemes she might think up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>31-07-2021, 23:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/n5CfYmf.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening </div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sizo Galu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907497#msg15907497)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long gold dress (https://i.imgur.com/2yQTwHv.jpg), her medallion, a knife strapped on each thigh, a dagger up her left sleeve, and flat black shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Night Daze --&gt; Inside the Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna, Miko, (NPC's) and OPEN<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> No Warnings.<br><br><hr><br>Sizo’s eyes roamed back to the Militank who complimented her. <strong>“Thank you,” </strong>Sizo replied with a small smile. It was strange being praised for her dress, but primarily because she hardly wore anything besides her armor. When she was home, she often wore a nightdress. When she went shopping, she’d wear simple pants and a dress shirt--often wearing a hat that she would try to tuck her long black hair under to avoid the neighbors or would-be enemies noticing her. <br><br>Accepting the water, Sizo took a few gulps before listening to Miko explain the performance that was going to occur on the stage. Nodding her head, Sizo looked at the dancers around her dressed in tight-fitted clothing that showed lots of skin, causing her to stare at a few of them with interest. It wasn’t often she thought of people sexually, but in this place with these beautiful people--her imagination started to wander towards a smuttier inclination. <br><br>Then a two-minute warning was called forth, making Sizo look around, wondering if her spot was safe. But as she was in a corner near a column, not too many folks came her way. She then felt a soft hand on her shoulder and turned to see a veiled woman next to her. The size of her and the white hair gave her hints that it was Lady Anna. The dark form-fitting dress and white heels that the Absol preferred to wear. But she couldn’t see her face clearly as the woman took her arm towards her bosom, causing Sizo’s face to heat slightly--her clothed breasts were soft, large, and warm--which forced her thoughts to flutter towards a sexual nature momentarily--which wasn’t much a leap given the performance she witnessed earlier. <br><br>She heard Lady Anna speak--finally revealing her identity to Sizo--she spoke softly about their arrangement and caught her glance towards a balcony where a private room was located. Someone important was here, and Anna was protecting her by being in disguise. Immediately Sizo was embarrassed and thankful that the Absol took care to think of her situation. She then asked Sizo if she was here for business or pleasure, and Sizo grinned at her. But honestly… both were on her mind. It had been a while…<br><br><strong>“Business… <em>for now</em>,”</strong> Sizo answered softly, keeping her voice down as not to disturb the other customers and watchers. <strong>“But the entertainment you have at Daze is certainly... <strong>enticing</strong>. My compliments to the chef of the sweet-tart, by the way.”</strong> Sizo would glance over to the Militank with a slight nod.<br><br><strong>“I hate to admit this, but I require some earnings for my side hobby,”</strong> Sizo said, hoping that Anna would have something available. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>02-08-2021, 14:03:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rAxxh91.png)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Early Afternoon</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lady Anna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907314#msg15907314)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Casual Dress, fuzzy slippers. (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/01/27/16117260753c525258ef3df104b18d521265546842_thumbnail_600x.webp)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dimitrius<br><strong>Mentions:</strong> {NPCs}<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>As always, Anna took her time to enjoy Dimitrius' wit and his clever tongue. Despite the power dynamics he so often had to stress himself over, she found herself constantly in a place to indulge the man, and to be indulged. So rarely did his flexes have anything to do with attempting to put her in her place, or emphasise the position he held over her. True enough he preferred the silken glove to its iron counterpart, but she still couldn't recall a time his words weren't either flattering or – at worst – neutral. Perhaps it was ignorant or fascicle to assume his affections were anything unique to her, or even intentional. Perhaps he was simply kind because she was useful, but did it matter? He was a pleasant partner to work with, in more ways than one. That was enough, sometimes.<br><br>“My door is open if you ever find yourself feeling particularly lonely, Dimitrius. Admittedly, you'd have to be wrestled out of Dyneias' grasp...” She chuckled briefly, hiding her mouth behind her wrist as she did. It was mostly an instinct of hers; a coquettish bit of subterfuge that hid her smile and her laughter behind flesh – As a dancer used silks to hide that selfsame flesh. It was a way to draw a lover in. Enticing them to try and get you alone, and undress that smile in the same way they undress everything else. “I agree that I deserve the best though. I invite you to spoil me frequently, and often.” <br><br>Pouring him tea was, in a way, nostalgic. It reminded her of the days when she was a popular attraction, and not the hand that guided them. Once upon a time, people had flocked to see her. She had sung in a much smaller version of the Night Daze, named something far less flattering and far less grand. It had been a way to make ends meet, and to fill a void. She had learned how to entertain nobles and merchants alike. The spout was crooned over her wrist, which held the beautiful china steady as her other hand precisely lifted and poured the water over a strainer of pleasant tea leaves. Dimitrius might abstain from milk and honey for his subjects, but the tea itself was pricey and imported. The Night Daze had the ability to be decadent when it wanted. More so than even the Middle District could be. One could easily lose their entire month's wage in a night, wrapped up in the finery of the place, or in the bosom of its staff. “I'd probably not mind...Once. Beyond that I'd insist you pay for my time like anyone else, and we both know you wouldn't want me pouring tea if you had me all alone on your dime.” Despite the insistence on business first, Anna was still Anna. To say she was a sexual being was an understatement, and flirting with her favoured folk was as natural as breathing. <br><br>She took a small piece of crumbly pastry onto her plate – an invitation for Dimitrius to do so without feeling rude – and listened to his counter to the news she gave. “I can certainly muster forth some honey for our trap,” She said, having a few girls in mind. The Sweet Kiss was technically owned by another – At least publicly. She'd long since confided in Dimitrius her owning stake in it, and about four other bars, shops, and salons in Delinquent Town; if only to respect his position, but also to earn his favour for them. Shops favoured by the Mayor so often did better, after all. Far less chance of the rough-and-tumble folk of the Town to cause trouble if they feared angering the Man who held the most cards. “As for entertainment, Neia, Duchess, and Fiona are currently working on something wonderful for their central role in the entertainment. Just mentioning Duchess' involvement might help attract at least a few of her Midtown and Castle-Town admirers.” Truthfully, Duchess would have made a fortune for herself if she wasn't married to Duke, or was at least willing to pretend otherwise. Anffwad had been forced to turn away sizeable donations from minor nobles who wanted to 'meet' their idolised performer. <br><br>...Little did they know that she did it for their sake. She'd seen what Duke could do when he was angry, and nothing riled him up more than the threat of someone touching his wife.<br><br>"Lalo did volunteer, but I turned her down..." Dimitrius was, by now, privy to Lalo's identity. Anffwad had confided in him about the Nobledaughter because she feared the reprecucions that might befall the town if someone figured it out. Thankfully Dimitrius agreed that as long as they were careful, Lalo could benefit from it, and they could benefit from having an ally in a few years, when the Togekiss was married and a scion of a noble house. "...For her safety mostly. It's much harder to control every element in public, compared to the Night Daze." She paused to take a drink, letting him digest what she'd said so far before she went in for the next punch. Anffwad was a relentless speaker, and and Dimitrius would know that better than anyone. She knew how to talk, and to get what she wanted.<br><br>“I had an interesting thought, if you'll indulge me. Say, If we wanted, we could potentially use this to clip the wings of certain salubrious businesses as well. A bribe to have the Checkpoint go up the morning before could be an excellent way to starve out some of the more...unsavoury establishments on the outskirts of our domain. If their goods are held up during the festival, and they just <em>happen</em> to lose customers to the establishments who can provide? Surely, redistributing the wealth of our Town to those who are aiming to improve it is just as noble and important a pursuit as taking the coin in the first place, no?” Anna had been using a knife and fork to cut up the flaky pastry – a chocolate stuffed bread that she brought to her lips and sighed wistfully over. It always delighted her to indulge in the finer things, and in truth she'd dropped a slightly more cutting idea at Dimitrius' lap. It would probably feel like a cat had dropped a dead mouse at his feet, but she was hardly wrong. Dimitrius and Anna made their best attempts to improve the lives of the people who lived in Delinquent Town. Not everyone was so altruistic. There were certainly the lowlifes and leeches in their midst who would abuse their workers, and indulge in unhealthy activities so as to scalp as many people as they could. All Anffwad was suggesting was some light pruning, really. Of course, the fact that Anna and Dimitrius would be able to select who those people were...potentially benefitting off of the information...<br><br>“Just a suggestion, of course. I won't be spreading this particular nugget of information past the two of us.” She sipped her coffee, a shiver of enjoyment running from the base of her spine up to the top of her brain as the caffeine did its job. No doubt her motion wasn't at least somewhat enjoyable to watch, her body swaying and shifting – and her bust bouncing in her dress. She played these games with everyone, but Dimitrius at least was keen enough to know she played them. “Should I send an invite down to anyone in particular? I have a few ideas who might be worth enticing, but this is your song and dance more than it is mine.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>03-08-2021, 01:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rAxxh91.png)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lady Anna (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907314#msg15907314) and Miko [NPCs]<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Casual Dress, heels, [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0510/5525/products/bd219_black_1024x1024.jpeg?v=1425925237l]Dark Veil (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2021/01/27/16117260753c525258ef3df104b18d521265546842_thumbnail_600x.webp) with Similar Hood (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/ee/b9/33eeb9d555cd510e9513655c220bb8f8.jpg). (Anna)[/url], Stylised Serving Dress (Miko) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/57/6a/18576a80f3912a44cb5f367c34f5435e.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong>The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sizo Galu<br><strong>Mentions:</strong> Dimitrius, Dyneias <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> Dyneias' introduction.<br><br><hr><br><br>There was a slight perk up from Lady Anna when Sizo mentioned her possible interest in the entertainment for the evening. The Dark lady of the Night Daze was not aware of the Mercenaries proclivities in the slightest. Part of her feared the poor beauty was some sort of aromantic or asexual creature. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but it always felt like a waste to a woman so suffused and – honestly – defined by her sexuality. <br><br>“Oh-hoh~ If nothing else, it's exciting to know that at least something in this world entices you other than work. I was worried that you only sharpened your steel for business' sake.” The puns she had in store for a walking talking Sword-woman... It could only have been better if Sizo were a man. She'd not hear the end of jokes about finding her the right sheathe, or about the benefits of a well polished weapon. “There's always work for a woman like you, Sizo. How much pocket money would your side hobby demand? Perhaps you're interested in some extra spending money to spend in my domain? Always happy to take some of the money I spend on your talents straight back, in return for some of <em>my</em> talents.” She giggled, letting the vibrations wiggle up the Aegisslash's arm.<br><br>Mika nodded in appreciation at Sizo's brief compliments, big grin on her face as she retreated to make sure no one bothered the pair. General courtesy would keep most people away from what looked like a lovey-dovey couple, especially with how Anna's fingers were starting to stroke up and down the arm trapped tight to the Absol's chest. <br><br>“I have three jobs that can be done quick, and one that will take some time. All of them need to be finished before the festival next week.” Mixing business talk with the petting of a working girl was a thrill in its own right. It was like a balancing act, and Anffwad played it well.<br><br>“<strong>Ladies and Gentlemen...</strong>” The sound of a strumming, deep note filled the hall as the first brush of fingers along a harp echoed out from the stage. “<strong>...Introducing the Iridescent Insect of Intrigue and Indulgence; The Darling, the delightful, <em>the</em> Dyneias.</strong>” Brief applause began as the strumming of the harp returned, a second long stroke that filled the room with a wash of sound. The keenly aware would see that, as the curtains started to rise, a wave of fumes flowed forth. Heavy scents of flowery, honey-laden sweetness filled the hallway, evoking memories of baked goods, and wild outings; of fields of flowers, and of childhood homes. Pleasant smells were met with pleasant sounds as the harpist's fingers began to dance. Plucking and swaying with practised ease as her song turned classical and elegant. The beauty of Dyneias was obvious to all who saw her. Her body was covered in a sequinned dress that flowed down her figure in ripples of jewelled fabrics. Her large wings were given plenty of room to spread behind her, framing her slender physique and complimenting the royal purple fabric of her attire. The dress covered her legs, but left her arms free and unburdened. On closer inspections, a slit ran from underneath her side to her ribs, and up to her shoulders. The velvet dress bunched around her neck in a collar to support itself, and only served to bring more attention to her face. She wore make-up to an awe-inspiring effect, highlighting her full lips, and her high cheekbones. Her nose was small, and her eyes were made big by the surrounding liner. Hazel eyes fluttered, flicking long lashes out and glancing around the room as her purple hair swayed down her back in a radiant cascade. <br><br>Music began to fill the room, as did the scents of Dyneias' performance. Anna was caught briefly staring at her performing darling, smiling in admiration before bringing her attention back to Sizo. “That will serve as a suitable distraction. I have two jobs in Delinquent Town, one in the Port, and a Longer Job that will likely take you until the end of the week, maybe beyond it. There's a stalker in Delinquent Town who needs to be reminded to stay away from my girls; a thief who keeps stealing things from my pantry; a Port-Town Supplier who has tried to cheat me; and a more...thorough investigation of someone who might be a thorn in my side if I leave them be. Anything particularly interesting to you?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainyHigh</strong> on <strong>05-08-2021, 05:45:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/n5CfYmf.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Evening </div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sizo Galu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907497#msg15907497)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Long gold dress (https://i.imgur.com/2yQTwHv.jpg), her medallion, a knife strapped on each thigh, a dagger up her left sleeve, and flat black shoes<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Night Daze --&gt; Inside the Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna, Miko, (NPC's) and OPEN<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> No Warnings.<br><br><hr><br>Sizo smirked at Lady Ana’s joke about sharpening steel; if they weren’t in a theater speaking softly, she probably would have chuckled loudly at her. But in the spirit of being quiet for the upcoming performance, Sizo stifled her laughter and gave Ana a knowing look. <br><br><strong>“Altogether, I think I would need ten silver to get the materials I need for the project I have in mind,” </strong>Sizo said after deep thought. She then heard Ana’s second question and grinned once again. <strong>“I don't know, Lady Ana. I could try anything once if the moment feels right.”</strong> Sizo then lifted her free hand and brushed some of her long hair behind her ear as she looked back at the stage, then back to Lady Ana when she ran her fingers up and down her arm.<br><br>Quickly Lady Ana ushered from her seat to a more mysterious place in the area to talk business after her light teasing. Sizo’s ears perked up--as did her eyebrows when Lady Ana mentioned the speed the jobs needed to be done. However, before she could go into detail, the stagehand came to announce the appearance of Dyneias. <br><br>Sizo looked up to the stage as the woman with giant wings and a sequined, jeweled purple dress. It was exquisite, and the harp that she played filled the room with a flowery sweetness as her beautiful music caused tingles across Sizo’s skin. It was … amazing. Sizo had never heard something quite like this, and she liked it.<br><br>Lady Ana spoke again about the three jobs she had to offer, and Sizo had to drag her attention back to the lovely Absol. Out of the three missions, the stalker one stood out to her first and foremost. She didn’t like that someone was stealing from Ana and another neerdowell that was annoying the Lady. But the stalker seemed the most dangerous out of the three… at least to Sizo.<br><br><strong>“This stalker person. I think I can … persuade them somehow to stop their little unwelcome hobby.”</strong> Ana looked back to Dyneias, admiring her purple hair before glancing sideways at Lady Ana. <strong>“Is there anyone specific that this person is stalking?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales Of Xernia: Delinquent Town [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil Tanner</strong> on <strong>06-08-2021, 15:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/dc/b6/08dcb66af76f79ed5eb8a99d80d99931.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time:</strong> Monday 26th, Early Afternoon</div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Dimitrius Maranzano</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907266#msg15907266)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Pictured, minus Goggles.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Night Daze<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lady Anna<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Ah, yes...Neia. A small smile crept across his face unbidden at the mention of her name. The beautiful little Butterfree was quite the star attraction at The Night Daze, and he had to admit that he had a very strong fondness for the girl. Whilst she was almost half his age - closer to his age, not further, thank Arceus - she had a kind of youthful vigor that he found appealing. She was genuine, sweet, sincere, charming and captivatingly energetic about anything that took her fancy, and the two of them had struck up a connection after he had helped lift her up from a bad situation. Though of course, as he always insisted, he did nothing more than offer her a hand; she worked her own way up from the bottom. She picked herself up, she pushed <em>herself</em> out of the doldrums she'd found herself in and she'd found the strength within <em>herself</em> to stand on her own two feet. Yes, he was powerful and wealthy and having a patron of that sort was not something that you could discount...but any degree of self improvement came with an accompanying struggle, and she had fought her way through that struggle herself. He had simply given her the support. The fight had come from within her. <br><br>She had forged herself a rather star-studded reputation even amongst the beauties and talents of The Night Daze - no mean feat, he would say right now - and managed to get herself top billing. And of course, Dimitrius was there every day to see it. No matter what she was performing or when, it was a rare evening that he wouldn't come to take in one of her shows and at least drop in for a kiss and some flowers afterwards. He was well aware that he was still technically a client, but he liked to believe that Neia was excited to see him not because of his wallet, but because they had a real, genuine connection. After all, Neia insisted that he never paid a dime for her time, and even if he tried to pay her directly, she would rebuff him rather sternly and maybe even throw a tantrum over it. That wasn't to say the time was free - he paid Anna behind the scenes to compensate her for the lost time and facilities, of course; you should never expect free things simply because of your reputation, that was an easy way to spend it quickly and frivolously - but the simple fact that Neia would get upset if she ever found out that he'd been charged for time with her? Well...call him a sentimental old man, but he hoped that meant something more than just Anna and Naia taking gullible old him for a complex and unnecessary ride!<br><br>Dimitrius shook his head and took another slow sip of his tea, the smile flickering away after a long moment. The posters outside indicated that Neia's next performance was tonight - which was another reason he was there - but he still had business to deal with first. Though, it was clear that Anna was not quite so above it all and not quite so resistant to casual flirting as they did their scheming. He inclined his head to one side. <strong>"You are correct as always, my dear,"</strong> he mused softly. <strong>"Pouring endless cups of tea would be a waste of your talents. But a gentleman never broaches such topics in polite company, or over such delectable finger-food."</strong> His eyes twinkled a little as he reached forwards to take a small pastry, of course taking his own small cutlery out to dine on it delicately and sparingly. He wasn't particularly hungry, but it would be rude not to at least sample her hospitality after she went to such effort! And whilst he knew Fae wouldn't much care, he cared about her enough to not want to disrespect her anyway. His eyes took in her heaving form in that tight dress, clearly worn to draw attention and desire. <br><br>He knew the games she played, so he was very rarely caught off guard by them...but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the sport as a spectator, now did it? And she looked <em>very</em> good her uniform. <strong>"Though they are hardly the most delectable things on display as of this moment,"</strong> he finished with a sly wink. Yes yes, it was stroking her ego a little, and she likely wouldn't take his words at face value. But being obvious flattery didn't make it any less <em>true,</em> now did it? But there was business to discuss, and he listened carefully as she spoke. He didn't interrupt or interject; a wise man knew when to hold his tongue and listen, and how to contemplate before speaking. Silence spoke volumes, but careless words often said volumes <em>more,</em> and when somebody was giving such insightful intelligence, well, it was wrong to cut them off at the source. You never stemmed the tide. You simply paid attention enough to pick out the important details. Clearly her spies had been rooting around her competitors for some time - as had his, though for different reasons - and her suggestion was a good one...but too small-minded in its approach. <br><br>No. No, that wasn't fair, it wasn't too small-minded...it was too...cautious. Hesitant. Passive aggressive, you might say, which made sense for her position as somebody far smaller and more vulnerable than him, but the point remained that she wasn't thinking dramatic enough. This kind of opportunity only came along once in a blue moon, and whilst he had been thinking of getting his fingers into this particular pie...he had been considering along a different line. He paused, considering her idea...whilst it was not one he thought was wise, elements of it coalesced into a notion that combined with one of his own earlier musings, giving birth to something truly devious. This was why he and Anna worked so well together; even if their initial ideas were not workable for whatever reason, they usually inspired the other to think even deeper and further afield. Hoenstly, if ever they wanted to nominate an heir to take over when they were gone, well...he'd leave that thought right there. Cassie was his successor, but it never hurt to have an aide or assistant to the next Kingpin. Anyway. Back to business. He took another long, slow sip of his tea...then shook his head.<br><br><strong>"A good idea, Anna,"</strong> he said quietly, his tone dropping, <strong>"But a touch too narrow in its scope. Many of the businesses we would probably care to target are too entrenched in their customer base. Brand loyalty and personal familiarity is difficult to overcome. They would survive, and the only casualties would be enterprises so small that they wouldn't be worth the effort to crush in the first place."</strong> He set his tea down on the table, taking another small bite of the pastry. <strong>"Furthermore, our involvement would be obvious. All it would take is one counter-bribe, and they would learn that the plans were accelerated by a day for no apparent reason. From there, it isn't much of a leap to make the connection that we had something to do with it...at which point, we have directly provoked these less desirable businesses and organisations with an opening salvo that did little more than ruffle their feathers. If we are going to strike, we need to do so as viciously and crushingly as possible to eliminate any chance of a counter-attack."</strong> The problem was, such a move would only eliminate the weaker ones...and leave the stronger ones to gather up their lost business after the temporary blip in delays. The blockades would not last long enough to starve those larger enterprises into submission, which meant it was not a wise move at all. No. No, they needed something <em>bigger.</em><br><br><strong>"I have a counter hypothetical for you, if I may?"</strong> He lifted an amused eyebrow before continuing. <strong>"My friends have told me that many of these undesirables are beginning to become...friendly with each other. They are beginning to turn against more common rivals."</strong> He stirred his tea thoughtfully, leaning forwards and dropping his voice. He wasn't worried about it - they were not nearly strong enough to challenge him, and he could have the leaders assassinated in a heartbeat if he had to - but any challenge to his authority had to be taken as seriously as possible. It was always the one you ignored that would end up slitting your throat. <strong>"But considering their reputations, trust is hard to come by, and harder to maintain. It's so very fragile that the simplest act of recklessness can shatter it beyond repair...and in every organisation, you'll find a middle man with more ambition than sense, people who are hungry to the point of recklessness...and people just powerful enough that they can't be disavowed convincingly."</strong> He lifted a knowing eyebrow, a small smirk crossing his face. <strong>"Perhaps one or two of these middle-men hear about the blockade through their <em>trusted sources,</em> and move their product early, eager to prove their initiative. They act first...and think far too late."</strong> He chuckled softly, glancing out over the soon to be filled dining and viewing area, looking up at the stage. <br><br>It was odd, how much of what he did was a performance. It was a good thing that he was such a good actor. <strong>"And in their haste, why, they miss somebody watching. Perhaps that concerned citizen reports to the Guard. Suddenly, the businesses are out of pocket...and when the blockades go up and certain letters are found, that tenuous trust is shattered. People begin to wonder who wasn't so honest about their sources, who received something more personal than a letter...and why their new friends didn't warn them about the blockade. The new friendships are shattered, disagreements break out...perhaps they escalate, the wrong property is damaged and a quiet word from concerned, wealthier citizens to overzealous Guards ends with the businesses shuttered and the heads rolling in a jail cell...until they realise the hopelessness of their situation, and prefer dangling bedsheets to trial."</strong> A knowing look entered his eye; he was being circumspect for a reason, after all, he had no idea who was listening or taking notes, and he always needed to be able to maintain plausible deniability. Besides, he kind of liked couching his plans in such a way. It meant he didn't give away too much, or moving parts that she didn't need to know about...and he liked the ever so slight crinkle she got in her nose when she was thinking about what he was saying. It was cute. <br><br>Of course, she would know what he was implying; the assassination of an ascending gang leader or business-owner? A tragedy that leaves a power vacuum. The "suicide" in custody of a disgraced former-mogul-now-criminal as he stands in the ruins of his shady enterprise? A tragic end to a tragic tale...and one that sends a warning to would-be copycats. And all of it, without so much as a whisper of their personal involvement. Oh, people would speculate...but the point was to leave it vague. Always keep your strength uncertain, so your enemies moved more carefully. When you did things right, people wouldn't be certain you'd do anything at all...and so would ascribe other things to you as well, even if you had no idea they had happened in the first place. Reputation was a funny thing, after all; Other people always determined what yours was. And if you could make them <em>believe</em> you cast a shadow over the entire city, even if you didn't...then you soon would. Reputation and power were 50% perception. And he was very good at making people see what he wanted them to see.
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