[ Sure, there's talk of the Company, of the riots, of how some people are wondering if the Westerley-Leith jump was a good idea. Hushed conversation of how so-and-so came back with a head injury, did you know?And there's talk that the shop down the road has been emptied out -- no one really knows if the owners have fled or are in hiding.
(The last thread of conversation comes from a bored-looking pair who shut up in a hurry when someone strolls by, pasting on bright smiles instead and shoving gaudy pamphlets that read something like Naughty Nubile Nymphets upon closer inspection. But it isn't necessarily humans they're marketing.)
All relatively decent sources of information of various degrees, but Ango merely files them away for future usage with a mild frown.
But here they are, in front of a narrow-looking door with frosted glass that murkily conceals what looks like smoky vapours within. There doesn't seem to be anyone in front of this door unlike some of the other establishments, but the brief thump from the other side could bely someone, or something more...hazardous. ]
This seems like the place.
[ A quiet sigh, as he languidly shoves a hand into a raggedy pocket. Time for the do-or-die. ]
are you sure
(The last thread of conversation comes from a bored-looking pair who shut up in a hurry when someone strolls by, pasting on bright smiles instead and shoving gaudy pamphlets that read something like Naughty Nubile Nymphets upon closer inspection. But it isn't necessarily humans they're marketing.)
All relatively decent sources of information of various degrees, but Ango merely files them away for future usage with a mild frown.
But here they are, in front of a narrow-looking door with frosted glass that murkily conceals what looks like smoky vapours within. There doesn't seem to be anyone in front of this door unlike some of the other establishments, but the brief thump from the other side could bely someone, or something more...hazardous. ]
This seems like the place.
[ A quiet sigh, as he languidly shoves a hand into a raggedy pocket. Time for the do-or-die. ]
...Visconti. Could you do the honours?