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abraxaslogs2024-05-19 08:38 pm
rookvision) wrote in abraxaslogs2024-05-19 08:38 pm
open | but i am standing at the wall
Who: Jacob Frye and you!
When: post-event
Where: Libertas, Free Cities
What: Jacob dips his toe into the criminal underworld, and starts small by smuggling a few things.
Warnings: blanket Assassin's Creed warnings here! allusions to murder and arson.
[As contacts go, Benji Skye—likely not the fellow's real name—isn't the worst one Jacob's ever worked with. He's pleasant enough as company, though his ego might be rather big for someone who's a low-level smuggler at best. So long as he's not burning theaters down, Jacob's just fine with that.
As someone new to the Free Cities, Jacob's got a clean record to do with as he pleases. And since it pleases him to work his way into Skye's good graces and climb up the ladder so he can rebuild the Rooks here, he's happy enough to take on the job of running apothecary goods to and fro, from Cadens and Aquila to Libertas. So here he is, whistling a tune to himself as he walks along the streets of Libertas, a bag in hand weighed down with goods that are, technically, legal enough to bring into the territory.
It's then he catches sight of someone nearby, and his light whistling cuts into a shrill note to get their attention.]
Oi! Don't I know you? [Isn't that a fellow Summoned? He'll cross the street to meet up with them if he must.] Are you doing all right, after all of—uh, that?
When: post-event
Where: Libertas, Free Cities
What: Jacob dips his toe into the criminal underworld, and starts small by smuggling a few things.
Warnings: blanket Assassin's Creed warnings here! allusions to murder and arson.
[As contacts go, Benji Skye—likely not the fellow's real name—isn't the worst one Jacob's ever worked with. He's pleasant enough as company, though his ego might be rather big for someone who's a low-level smuggler at best. So long as he's not burning theaters down, Jacob's just fine with that.
As someone new to the Free Cities, Jacob's got a clean record to do with as he pleases. And since it pleases him to work his way into Skye's good graces and climb up the ladder so he can rebuild the Rooks here, he's happy enough to take on the job of running apothecary goods to and fro, from Cadens and Aquila to Libertas. So here he is, whistling a tune to himself as he walks along the streets of Libertas, a bag in hand weighed down with goods that are, technically, legal enough to bring into the territory.
It's then he catches sight of someone nearby, and his light whistling cuts into a shrill note to get their attention.]
Oi! Don't I know you? [Isn't that a fellow Summoned? He'll cross the street to meet up with them if he must.] Are you doing all right, after all of—uh, that?