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The Jazzy Decker
| >A Few tables are arranged by the sides of the club, maintaining an open dance floor in the middle. The seats are made from silk velvet, and the tables frosted glass, a mood light fades into various colors inside the table like a lava lamp
>At the further sides of the club are multiple doors, blending into the velvet walls. Likely private rooms, and at the far side of the door, a bar shelf with a single bartender. A middle aged man in a dress shirt and vest.
| (Oh sorry i forgot to write "setting")
| >There are only a very few people at the moment. Well dressed and secluded between themselves, likely shady businessmen and officials making negotiations and striking deals with one another.
| >A young girl steps into the club, looking out of place being the only 'child' in the building and not being as well dressed
| And who might you be
>A Woman's voice asks inquisitively, appearing behind her
| "Depends who's asking" Tuna glanced behind her
| This is no place for a little girl.
>The Woman's hands were tucked in a long black coat, A blue scarf and a beret concealed much of her face. Showing only her eyes. A peculiar detail was that her hair was the same purple that fit with the rest of the club's theme.
Tell me. Do you know anyone who might be looking for a job
>She says in tone that alludes to a code, or a message that only a certain someone she was looking for would understand.
| "Yes I do"
| Do they happen to be Very good at keeping a low profile and more than willing to walk in a few dangerous places?
>She scoffs coldly
| "Yep"
>Tuna just sighs. Used to people's doubts of her capabilities
| ...
Follow me
>The Woman turns and leads Tuna into the second door to the left.
| >Tuna follows behind her
| >Inside the room are two velvet couches with a glass coffee table in the middle. A TV hangs on the wall opposite the door.
>On the table is a menu. Next to it is a small phone. Likely for calling service
| >The woman takes a seat and motions for tuna to sit across her
| >Tuna gladly does so, properly sitting on the couch and smoothing out her plain white dress, hoping that the tears at the hem are not that noticeable
"Pretty upscale place"
| >With only her eyes showing, the only expression you can tell is a single, slow blink along with a slight nod. But the expression suddenly changes to a serious "time for business"
Hmm... This is unexpected. How old are you exactly?
...We wouldn't put a child into these kinds of situations
>Shaking her head, she hands tuna the menu
Order what you like
| "Im 23 if you must know. I'm on drugs that make me look this way."
>Tuna takes the menu and looks over it
| >Her eyes widen in a disbelief
You're older than...
>She stops herself, cutting her sentence with a sigh
Very well.
>She places a briefcase on the table and pulls out a few photos
How good are you at finding people
| "Pretty decent. I have done it a few times. who are you looking for?"
| >Tuna examines the photos
| >A taxi arrives at the entrance of the Bar. AM and Uni Step out of the car.
"Lets go and grab a drink and a bite?"
| "S-sounds good. I haven't eaten in a while now."
> Uni tries to keep up with her friendly tone. Having lost much of her usual imposing personality.
| >AM opens the door to the Bar, signalling for Uni to enter.
"You first."
| "T-thank you."
> Entering the club, Uni was surprised by the interior of the club. It had contrasted the previous bar she was in.
"This is.. this looks awfully like a place people would throw a lot of money at."
| "yeah, but we can get some privacy."
>AM goes to the bartender, and asks for a private room.
| >AM turns to Uni, seeing the bartender is busy.
"Can I borrow your phone? Mine broke."
| >>108374
>The photos detail a man. The first most notable detail being that his face is covered by a flash of light in every photo. Aside from that, he typically wears a parka and shemagh. In one picture, the man seems to hold an old 1911, this portion of the picture circled out with red marker
"He goes by the name AnoMeat. Might be going as Shepherd now"
| >Tuna kept her face expressionless
Why do you need to find him for if I may ask?
| How much are you willing to pay me?
| >Tuna boredly played with her phone. seemingly uninterested
| >somewhere in the universe Neon's phone goes off 'PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FIND AM AND HIDE HIS ASS OR HE WON'T BE ABLE TO PAY YOU. JUST TRUST ME SHIT IS GOING DOWN AS WE SPEAK I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO RIGHT NOW OR HOW TO HANDLE THIS JUST HIDE THAT STUPID IDIOT IMA FUCKING KICK HIS ASS"
>Tuna pops up a hologram of her current debt the number clearly reading 164,562,103
"Be careful what you say kid or you'll get an answer you don't like"
| >Tuna attempts to send a message to AM
'PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET BACK TO YOUR SAFE HOUSE AND STAY THERE. I HAVE SO MANY CHOICE WORDS IMA USE TOWARDS YOU IM SO PISSED RIGHT NOW. SOOOO PISSSSED. SO GET YOUR ASS BACK THERE'
| >>108958
>Her face remains calm, but her tone changes, cold, slow and deliberate.
"Hmmm... I see you might have been just wasting my time..."
"Watch yourself child"
"Fenrir has your scent"
| "Well you name a price then. You asked me to and I did. Im more than willing to negotiate"
| "I just get iffy about jobs when no details are given to me. I don't wanna fond my self between a rock and the barrel of a gun. Sorry my demeanor was impolite"
| "Could you at least inform me of any hazards I might have to deal with. is he armed? dangerous? I mean im assuming so but your not really giving me anything but a picture and no info. Makes it harder to find someone the less info I have. It almost seems like you want me to wonder around aimlessly till I bump into him"
| >>108892
"Phone? O-okay."
> Uni pulls out her phone, switching accounts to the guest mode as usual, and hands it over to AnoMeat.
"Here you go."
| "So I appologise for asking for such a high price up front but its kinda frustrating when you are not throwing me any bones over here"
| >AM dials the phone number that Lead gave to him.
| >Tuna sighs and leans back into the couch
"Just wondering around gets no one nowhere. If this guy doesn't want to be found he isn't just gonna be out in the open. Your gonna have to feed me some kinda info like his connections, enemys, frequent places he vists. While I don't mind just wondering about its not worth any of your money to just pay someone to vaguely wander the streets with no info looking for someone who does not want to be found"
| "I mean if you can't give me any info whatsoever I am still willing to do it but Ima wanna be paid well for walking in blind"
| >>109003
"So, I needed to meet you to ask you something."
> Uni's expression changes to that of a more proper one: calm and collected. She notices that AnoMeat will proceed with the call, but she continues to say out her goal anyway.
"Have you, at the very least, visited your store? Your.. gun store."
> She pauses and gazes at AnoMeat.
| >AM Hums to himself while waiting for the other side to pick up.
"All this running around~ Trying to cover my shadow~"
| >>109012
"A notion gro-"
>AM snaps out of his state.
"Hm? Yeah, I have. Why do you think I'm in contact with you?"
| >>109014
"That's.. that clears out my concern."
> Uni lightly smiles, feeling a bit of weight pulled off from her.
"That's one of the promises I made, the other.."
> She had to quickly cut her sentence, remembering the importance of the other subject.
"— Is to knock some sense into you. Or at least the entity inside of you—"
> Uni felt as if her usual grandeur is returning, but her words lacked the remaining imposing stature it usually have.
| "Not here. It's too public."
>AM returns to waiting for the phone call.
"I can just hear them now~ How could you let us down?~ But they don't know what I felt~"
| >>109024
"I know. I felt that I needed to tell you anyway."
> Uni looks elsewhere as she waits for AnoMeat's phone call to commence.
| >AM finally begins talking on the phone.
| "...Don't try to find me."
>AM ends the call, and hands back Uni's phone.
"I've got to get changed to blend in this place..."
| >>109006
"Your face. The movement of your hands. The amount of time you spent on your phone. The sudden timing in your switch of attention. Don't think I don't know. And don't think I chose you at random"
>The woman shakes her head, resting her cheek on her hand as she stares at Tuna. Her gaze like knives
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| (Whoops. Retcon...)
| >>109112
> Uni takes her phone back, she operates it for a short while before putting it down.
"Uh-huh. Any plans on how you are going to accomplish that?"
| "uhhh... Bartender? Would you know where the bathroom is?"
> AM asks the tender.
| >>109386
"It has a big sign that says bathroom, and only place with white lighting. You can't miss it"
>He continues sarcastically
| "You didn't even know I looked like this. You never even gave a price. Honestly this whole thing just smells like trap instead of some actual deal"
>Tuna stands up
"If your not gonna even attempt to make a deal your wasting my time. What were you really trying you accomplish here?"
| >>109416
>The woman grimaces in irritation, barely gritting through her composure
"All you needed was to accept the job and wait for further info. Do you actually think I would have had you come in blind?
I allow you to name your price yourself, and YOU get annoyed?"
>calming herself to her usual composure she continues.
"It was quite rude to text your friends during a negotiation. Quite unprofessional for a runner"
>She sneers in a mix of impatience and irritation
| "I did name a price and you did not like it and never tried to negotiate it with me. Also I don't have friends just clients. For someone who claims to specifically have picked me out you sure don't have any intel on me not thay im surprised"
| >AM heads to the bathroom, with his duffle, to get changed.
| "Also if you knew anything about me is that I demand at least hazard info upfront. Don't take jobs with at least that on the table after what happened the last time"
| >The woman's eyes glance over to the hologram, reading 164,562,103 Nuyen. She lets out a small laugh in a mocking fashion
"I was truly, honestly, hoping you were joking"
"Hmmm, Are you actually inexperienced? Big headed? did you think that you could hit the lottery with one job, and that any employer would pay this much for info that doesn't even relate to a corp like Veriatech for example."
| "or... Did you give such a ridiculous price hoping that you would not have to accept the job."
| >AM finishes, and gets out of the bathroom. He's now dressed in a suit, just like the other patrons. But underneath the jacket, hides A VP9, in a shoulder holster. to finish everything off, He wears glasses, with Infrared built in to them.
| >AM sits back down next to Uni. He makes a request to the bartender
"Can we get a private room?"
| "Honestly I was trying to see how much you gave a shit about finding him. I knew you would say no but didn't think you would shut down completely so I guess your right about me being big headed"
>Tuna laughs alittle
"Doesn't seem like he's all that important"
| >>109451
(GM here, how much would an expensive private room in a club make sense to cost? not too familiar with the money system)
| (Im not either but I would say something in the thousands per hour if my newb opinion helps at all)
| >>109454
>>109454
>The woman smiles back
"It doesn't seem tonight's the night you hit the jackpot either."
"Best of luck with Veriatech and your murderer friend then."
"If you'll excuse me"
>The woman gets up, straightens her outfit and gets up towards the door, but turning for some final words before leaving the room
"We are no villians. We are hunters that pray on false shepherds. And we have the scent."
>A black card remains on the table, engraved in red is a single word, Fenrir
| >>109457
(Well, Zenny has a conversion of 10z to 1$, and the cost of a room, per hour, would be around 5000z?)
| >Tuna sighs frustrated, feeling she just may have dug herself a hole she can't climb out of. She picks up the card and walks out of the room
| >>109451
>The bartender's expression shifts along with AM's change of clothes. Somewhat perplexed and somewhat impressed. He takes on a more respectful manner.
Yes sir. Room number six and eight are available; the rate's at 5000 nuyen an hour. We provide in-room service as well.
| >Tuna glances over to the bar and notices a familiar person. she goes over to the bar as calmly as she can a few seats down.
"A cobalt velvet please"
| "We will take Eight for 2 hours."
>AM fishes out Mark's wallet, and pays.
| >Tuna slides a note down the bar the best she can as discreatly as she can managed without looking like a creepy kid in a club
| >AM takes a quick peak at Tuna, recognising her.
"What the fuck..."
>He takes the note, and gestures for Uni to go to the room.
| >The note reads as such
'get the fuck out of here. Some group called Fenrir is after you. Im not even sure why im trying to save ypu at this point but they know im with you so I guess I have just been dragged into this mess. just get somewhere safe okay? P.S. Im very pissed at you right now. VERY
| "Oh.. right."
> It took Uni a bit of time to recognize the gesture, but once she does, she does as AnoMeat asked her to.
| >AM writes on the note and passes it back.
I saw the board post. You should have taken the job. What room are they in?
>He turns to Uni
"I'm sorry, it seems I need to do something real quick. I'll back back in a second."
| >Tuna writes more on the note and passes it back
They left already I didn't even mention a job you knew they were trying to use me to get to you and you didn't say shit to me? I tried to but long story short I played my cards wrong and they did not give it to me. Yes I know I fucked up.
| >AM write on the note.
I didn't see you here so I assumed you got it. Did this Fenrir leave anything?
| >Tuna writes back
Just a card. Can you at least tell me what the hell is going on at some point because im pretty sure I just made there shit list. Im pissed at you. im pissed at me. Today just sucks ass.
| >AM write on the note, now in the reverse side.
I've done something big, Safezone effort big. Go to the safehouse, and hand me the card. I'll deal with them.
| >AM takes the note back, adding something.
And give me your phone.
| >Tuna writes back
oh no your stuck with me now. im too pissed to go sit in a box right now. You got me dragged into this so now your stuck with my ass. here you go
>Tuna slides over the card and her phone
| >AM dials the Number on the card in to the phone, and calls. He points to the duffle, and makes a pumping action, denoting that there is a shotgun inside. He really hopes he doesn't have to use it.
| >Tuna sighs, making sure to be aware of their surroundings. She really wasn't prepared for being dropped into this situation but it is what it is
| "Hello? I found who you are looking for."
>AM speaks to the phone.
| "Then come. I'm sure you are already looking at me, be it camera or eye."
| >AM responds to "Fenrir"
| #109545
"Rest assured we will come. but at our own time, when it is advantageous to us."
| >>109547
"Goodbye. Fenrir."
>AM hands back the card and phone, and walks in to room 8 with his duffle bag, locking the door behind him.
| "I can't fucking do this anymore."
>He states, his integrity disintegrating.
| >Tuna scoffs annoyed that she has been ditched
"Please make that a moonblast instead"
| >>109553
"What happened?"
> Surprised and worried at AnoMeat's current state, Uni gave out a question, but she scratches that off as she throws off another question.
"More importantly, you are obviously being manhunted, right?"
| >AM recieves a text message from a distorted number.
> 'This is Neon. I believe I found something of yours in an alleyway.'
> A camera video movie is attached. [ https://dangeru.us/cyb/thread/108217 ]
| >Somewhere, in an alleyway, A phone buzzes, on the notification is a distorted number.
| >AM hold his head in his hands, exhausted for not properly sleeping since the Safe zone.
"I am, That's the easy part. But this name, Shepherd, keeps popping up on the board, in my head, and people mention him to me too. Who the hell is Shepherd!?"
>AM raises his voice as he talks, clearly entering a state of distress.
| >A tall, young man carrying a deck on his back walks in and heads towards the bar.
"Hello, can I have a Sugar Rush please?"
| >Tuna ignores this newcomer, her head on the bar waiting for her drink to come
| >>109585
"Hey, listen. I can't help.. fix.. you right now. If only I had known I would be this useless without my eye."
> Uni tries to console AnoMeat, her thoughts was running wild with assumptions at this time.
"There's no point hammering the truth when neither I or you can do something about it."
> She opens her phone, browsing through the board and shows the log of her interaction with Shepherd in the board.
"But at the very least you should know some parts of the truth."
| "G-go on..."
>AM keeps the same position, unmoving.
| >>109644
> Uni pulls back her phone, feeling that she has shown enough, and resorted back to telling what she knows.
"Ever since I.. no— the eye — has noticed that presence, Shepherd, I know that something must have happened to you."
> Without giving any clear context, and blindly shooting her words, Uni spoke up.
"So tell me, what do you know about the monster inside of you?"
> That sounded closer to the usual Uni.
| "So what you are saying is, there is a second identity inside me?"
>AM begins connecting the dots, and as he does, He sees what he has done.
"What the unholy shit have I been doing?"
| >>109702
"Second identity, a parasite of an entity, anything that goes with that."
> Uni's eye softly glows, but it shortly fades away as she finishes her sentence.
"You are your own monster. There is no debating that. I won't doubt that there might be some people that has seen Shepherd.. in you."
| "For christ sake Uni. I know what I am. I kill people. I sell guns to kill people. I am a Warmonger, But whatever Shepherd did... I've never seen people so... out for me."
>AM composes himself, now that he has more pieces to the puzzle.
"I think I need to do a few more things, before I get some help."
| "Do whatever. I need to get myself fixed as well."
> Uni lightly brushes the issue aside, now that AnoMeat has the awareness of Shepherd.
"H-honestly, there's not much else for me to tell. Stay alive, don't die, you know the drill."
> She exhales, knowing full well that AnoMeat is up to another task himself.
"Well, I have to go now! I have been feeling all sorts of wrong today — and yesterday, and the day before yesterday."
> She pauses.
"Still, good luck with the mess."
| "I wish you luck. Stay safe out there."
>AM digs around in his duffle, and pulls out a handgun, a Five-seveN.
"I know you hate guns, but just take it, All these zombies walking about makes me worried for you."
| "Ah.. th-thank you for the concern."
> Uni takes the gun, quickly scanning it and feeling how odd it is for her to hold a gun.
"— Don't worry, having been attacked by them twice gave me a—uhm.. slight.. edge— uh.."
> She started spouting nonsense to justify her no-guns policy, but ends up flailing on it. Maybe her experience wouldn't quite hold up against future "zombie" fights.
"S-so, goodbye then."
> She goes for the door and leaves the room; exiting the club in that moment.
| >AM just sits there is silence, contemplating.
| >AM pulls his gun out and cocks it. He locks the door behind Uni. He puts the gun to his head.
| > Remembering that she missed to give her gift to AnoMeat, Uni walks back to the club, going through the rooms and finding herself in front of the room she was in before.
> She knocks on the door, knowing that she might disturb AnoMeat if she enters directly.
"Hey, are you there? I forgot that I was about to give this to you!"
> Outside, she can be seen with her hand flailing a shiny, yet rusty, coin.
| >AM tries to pull the trigger, but something stops him. He just can't do it.
"Not today."
>He puts his gun away, grabs his duffle bag, and leaves the room, walking up to the bar.
| (Okay, no need to retcon anything. I can fix this.)
| (Retcon AM leaving, and going to the bar)
| (TOO LATE)
| (AM's author is becoming AM himself at this rate...)
| "Oh, Uni! D-did you forget something?"
>AM looks At Uni in surprise. Both standing at the door.
| "Y-yes. It's this."
> She shows the shining rusty coin. Its side are ethereally glowing with dim light.
"It's coin that represents 'The Fool' — though I don't know if it's reversed or upright. I.. wish I could read it right now."
> She realizes that 'The Fool' might not be the greatest name for a gift.
"D-don't mind the name. I just.. it was the only thing I was able to recognize with my broken eye."
> She hands the coin to AnoMeat.
| (*Its sides and *It's the coin that represents […] — I am half awake.)
| "Don't you usually use it for something?"
>AM takes the coin, studying it.
| (I leave to get my apartment and the suspense has hit the thread)
>Tuna walks over sonce the bartender os either too busy or ignoring the 14 year old trying to order a drink
"Sup"
| >>109833
"N-no.. I have the Arcana—.. the rectangular thing, for that. The coin is just that, a coin that represents something."
> The coin itself looks to be a very old coin; on one side of the coin, a statue holding a torch is imprinted on it, along with "1986" in the bottom and "In God With Trust" surrounding it — the other side is devoid of any details, only a text that reads "E Plurib-" is visible, the rest seems to be corroded or rusted.
| >AM quickly pockets the Coin, out of habit.
"Oh hey Tuna."
| >AM points to Uni.
"This is Uni."
| > Being introduced suddenly, Uni was sent to a startle.
"W-wh—H-hello, T-.. tuna?"
> She was, honestly, quite confused by the name.
| >Tuna studies her
"Hi. Im guess your his... friend?"
| >>109850
"Y-y-yes. I-I'm a friend of his."
> Uni replied, still startled, she notices one major thing that made her compose a better look.
"Y-your appearance is quite deceiving. We may take a gander, but are you.. older than what you seem to be?"
> She didn't notice that she had switched her pronoun on the fly.
| "A-Anyway, Tuna's 'Friends' gave me a great deal to do, so I got no time to waste."
>AM makes an excuse just to get going.
| "Yes!"
>Tuna said delightedly
"Im very impressed you can tell by just looking. your the first actually"
| >Tuna looks at him oddly but decides to help him out
"Yeah serious business and all that. It was very nice meeting you"
| (GM Here- do whatever you want with the bartender, sorry about the lack of presence)
| (its cool man o3o)
| >>109857
"O-oh, it was j-just a gut feeling though."
> She tries to hide the fact that it was definitely not a gut feeling.
"Serious business, hm? I assume you are also acquainted with AnoMeat's.. 'job' —"
> Uni sees through AnoMeat's words, and takes his signal. She preps up to leave the bar.
"Ah- then, I guess you both are busy then. Good luck and don't get killed!"
> She said, nonchalantly, as she walks away, disappearing from the view of the both AnoMeat and Tuna.
| (I shouldn't quote a post when I'm trying to globally reply to the already-happening events. Welp, can't edit it now.)
| "Yep..."
>Tuna said nonchalantly
| (Fenrir here, @Tuna sorry i didn't quite get that you already named your price early on, managed to clutch it though :P)
| (Its fine. Tuna did something stupid by trying to test the waters like that and now she is paying for it. Either way the whole interaction was awesome. Im just glad im knee deep in this story with my newbness over here. Im not all caught up on the whole lore and stuff but im having fun. kinda works out when your character gives no fucks)
| (oh its totally fine. Tuna lost her cool not having been placed in such a situation. I mean she is more than willing to double cross but she never had anyone give her a hand out so she was not for sure what to do)
| > Tuna's cellphone vibrates.
| >Tuna curiously checks her phone
|
| >The junk data number appears and the caller ID appears to be #######. After a moment of vibrating a text message follows 'Don't follow Shepherd unless you either want to die or get caught in something stupid. I've had my money sent to me electronically. Collect what ever you need and get out.'
| >Tuna sighs and texts back. 'Im sadly already involved. The people who are after him know im involved with him. I am already stuck with him at this point and I have made there shit list. My wagon has been hitched to the stupid train whether I like it or not. Honestly They may know about you but I don't know how they are getting their info. They had some of the basics on me but not the full picture'
| >'also He goes by AnoMeat atm I believe. I think he has some mp thing going on'
| > Tuna receives instructions on how to remove the general rescue location and tracking chip on her phone. She also obtains another junk-data code that when tapped on turns on the GPS. An application is attached designed to spoof her phone's location data by bouncing off nearby service towers and wifi spots.
| > 'Follow the GPS to that location. When you get there wait outside for 30 minutes then walk up stairs and kick the 5th door's threshold once. If nobody lets you in within 20 seconds nobody's there. Don't come if you think you're being followed.'
| >Tuna follows the instructions to the letter and texts back 'Thank you Neon. I know you didn't have to do that. Just be careful because again I don't know how much they know. If it helps the organization thats after him is called Fenrir'
| >'Can I bring our idiot friend? He looks like shit right now kinda scared to leave him alone because he might do something stupid. He was trying to get them to come and take him'
| >'They oddly refused'
| > 'We'll call it an IOU. At the moment you're in a position where if supported the both of us can profit. Not to mention Shepherd has his own value as well. I'm cutting connection now.'
>Just like that...if she tried to send a text back she'd find the 'number' she was texting to didn't exist.
| ( We'll say Neon allowed it on the condition that the 'idiot friend' brought no one else with him. )
| >Tuna looked at AM
"Look kid, Whether you like it or not, your stuck with me. I am going to help save your ass ok? I got us a place to go and someone to help so your coming with okay? You don't need to be by yourself right now and I don't wanna hear any complaining from you. Just follow me okay?"
| >Tuna ends up speaking to air, because AM is no longer there.
| "Well fuck"
>Tuna grits her teeth
"That idiot is gonna get his ass killed"
>Tuna runs out of the club
| >CN having finished his Sugar Rush, pays and goes to leave
"Guess I shouldn't make assumptions based off the name of the bar..."
>He mumbles to himself as he heads put
| >Tuna Rushes out of the club, and you see AM enter a car. The car is a single black car leaving the club.
| "HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE GET BACK HERE YOUR NOT FUCKING DITCHING ME AGAIN!!"
>Tuna dashes towards the car as fast as she can. She throws a broken and sharp piece of metal towards the back tire as best as she can while running
| >Tuna's throw connects, and the tire pops. The car keeps driving, but has less control now.
| >Tuna irritatedly pulled out the 1911 and aimed for the back tire
"Fuck today"
>She shot towards the tire
| >CN looks up from his phone and at the scene unfolding
"The hell!?"
| >The shot connects, but has no effect, due to the tire already being popped. The car skids around a corner, and out of sight.
"Is she crazy? Or Does she also have some coin to give me?"
| (She shot at the other tire)
| (I should have been more specific im sorry she can still miss it though)
| (Welp, he's gone now...)
| >Tuna slides the gun back in its holster and starts storming off, running as fast as she can in a useless effort to catch up
| (Thats cool. Really liking this plot line so far)
|
| "I'm uh... Not even gonna ask..."
>CN decides to leave, heading in the opposite direction
| (TY is probrably gonna head towards Neon who ever is gonna make the setting thread)
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| >Somewhere along the clean, wealthier parts of uptown GC sits an extravagantly lit building. The front side of the club flashes with various shades of purple lighting as the sign reads: The Jazzy Decker
>The inside of the club maintains the same purple lighting alternating with blue. Pulsating repeatedly in the dark interior of the club, flashing against the dark red velvet covered walls and floor