The guard, a bulky, yet eloquently dressed gentlemen sporting a suit just loose enough that he could grapple a grown man and duke it out with a thug if needed, looked down at Liam. He was nearly half a foot taller than him and wore thin, opaque sunglasses despite the sunset - and they would continue to even after the streetlight would become neon and fluorescent. After a moment of silence and seemingly no movement, the guard replied, "You are permitted in, but the owner would like to meet at least one of you on the balcony. Preferably all. He made it very clear that if you intend to apprehend the gentlemen in the violet room trying to sell Vertigo, it would be best to simply see him yourself." The guard spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone, as if this wasn't something uncommon. The guard then lifted the darker-hued red rope to his right; to his left, a long-line of partygoers still awaited potential entrance.
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Inside was the foyer which had assorted areas for garment protection and a concierge host with a podium. Past that, there was small balcony with two stairwells down into a large dancefloor. The entire club was dimly lit with neon lights shooting out haphazardly from the ceiling and an illuminated floor in the concave corner directly below the entryway. The dance floor itself was host to dozens of beautiful women dancing along with the music, the faces of upcoming rockstars, outdated pop idols, record producers and even athletes and of course simply those with enough money to get in.
Down the stairways and past the dancing was a large piano that acted as the anchor point of the room. On the other side was a long bar being tended by a dark-skinned woman. Mazikeen, the consort of Lucifer; strong enough to duel a Devil, and the right hand of Anthony. To her left was another, significantly larger stairway that led to the balcony Anthony was on and of course the rest of Lux, including his private chambers and the rooms left by Lucifer. To her right were several rooms covered in blue veils where the only light seemed to be of a bright, purple hue.
"You want to use the prisoners as bait," Blake replied. "Plain and simple. You even have a kill switch in case things go wrong. But what if our people are there on the island and its overrun? You're not going to hit that switch. All of your countermeasures are pointless if you won't use them. Let's discuss simple strategy. In that prison are resources for our enemy. We risk giving them resources we don't want them to have in the form of prisoners for a win-all chance at capturing their leader. If we fail - which we have in the past - then we might lose a war we actually have a chance at winning. All of this is simple risk-reward. In the end, I doubt R'as is stupid enough to get caught in an invasion force. I personally don't think it's worth it," Blake explained himself. He boiled everything she said down into the simplest logic he could. Occam's Razor.
He then let his eyes fall on Diana before he added, "But I will go where the League sends me. If a real general makes the command."
@Demonhunter @NecroKnight @AnnoDomini
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Inside was the foyer which had assorted areas for garment protection and a concierge host with a podium. Past that, there was small balcony with two stairwells down into a large dancefloor. The entire club was dimly lit with neon lights shooting out haphazardly from the ceiling and an illuminated floor in the concave corner directly below the entryway. The dance floor itself was host to dozens of beautiful women dancing along with the music, the faces of upcoming rockstars, outdated pop idols, record producers and even athletes and of course simply those with enough money to get in.
Down the stairways and past the dancing was a large piano that acted as the anchor point of the room. On the other side was a long bar being tended by a dark-skinned woman. Mazikeen, the consort of Lucifer; strong enough to duel a Devil, and the right hand of Anthony. To her left was another, significantly larger stairway that led to the balcony Anthony was on and of course the rest of Lux, including his private chambers and the rooms left by Lucifer. To her right were several rooms covered in blue veils where the only light seemed to be of a bright, purple hue.
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"You want to use the prisoners as bait," Blake replied. "Plain and simple. You even have a kill switch in case things go wrong. But what if our people are there on the island and its overrun? You're not going to hit that switch. All of your countermeasures are pointless if you won't use them. Let's discuss simple strategy. In that prison are resources for our enemy. We risk giving them resources we don't want them to have in the form of prisoners for a win-all chance at capturing their leader. If we fail - which we have in the past - then we might lose a war we actually have a chance at winning. All of this is simple risk-reward. In the end, I doubt R'as is stupid enough to get caught in an invasion force. I personally don't think it's worth it," Blake explained himself. He boiled everything she said down into the simplest logic he could. Occam's Razor.
He then let his eyes fall on Diana before he added, "But I will go where the League sends me. If a real general makes the command."
@Demonhunter @NecroKnight @AnnoDomini
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