Percimus
Bust :(
Percimus submitted a new role play:
False Heroes - what if one in every ten people had an inhuman power?
".... And a hundred for your work."
Kasemir paused. Check pockets, flip open book, find page .... sixty? Somewhere around there. In neat black lettering was an abbreviated job description, and right next to it, clearly marked, the number '150'. Frowning lightly, the man looked back up.
"We agreed one-fifty."
The woman he was conversing with hesitated, face twisting into a scowl. "One twenty five."
"One fifty."
"One twenty five or nothing." She tensed, hands balling into fists, and Kasemir got the idea.
".... Fine. One twenty five."
Once money had changed hands Kasemir had his book and payment tucked away in his pockets and was out the door in an instant, steps quick and rushed. The last thing he needed was an empty wallet and a black eye. He was enough of a mess already, trotting briskly down the cluttered street, too caught up in his muddled thoughts to watch where he was going.
False Heroes - what if one in every ten people had an inhuman power?
Read more about this role play...One in every ten people has an extraordinary gift. Well, perhaps not in all cases--mundane abilities like invincible immune systems or cold resistance fill out much of this demographic, but more intriguing powers like various element manipulation or other more influential powers exist as well. This group, largely divided from their ordinary human counterparts, is known as the Enlightened, a term left over from a cultish worship movement that has stuck around in the mainstream even after said...
".... And a hundred for your work."
Kasemir paused. Check pockets, flip open book, find page .... sixty? Somewhere around there. In neat black lettering was an abbreviated job description, and right next to it, clearly marked, the number '150'. Frowning lightly, the man looked back up.
"We agreed one-fifty."
The woman he was conversing with hesitated, face twisting into a scowl. "One twenty five."
"One fifty."
"One twenty five or nothing." She tensed, hands balling into fists, and Kasemir got the idea.
".... Fine. One twenty five."
Once money had changed hands Kasemir had his book and payment tucked away in his pockets and was out the door in an instant, steps quick and rushed. The last thing he needed was an empty wallet and a black eye. He was enough of a mess already, trotting briskly down the cluttered street, too caught up in his muddled thoughts to watch where he was going.