The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Passeri Park
SCENE:
Backroom Dealings
TIME:
Post-Arc 3, Timeskip 1 | July 21st 2022
LOCATION:
West District, Sarizara Restaurant
PARTICIPANTS:
Ryu, Samira, Jack, Passeri, Camila, Elias, Welsha, Dagger, Alice
Backroom Dealings
A cyclone, an earthquake, and now came a flood. Was that it? Ryutaro certainly had a way with words, Passeri had to admit. Had she been a few years younger, she might've been swept up in them. But sitting as she did now, she knew one thing for certain. All that glittered was not gold. The tides that Ryutaro spoke of would not be gentle. Revolution was a vicious tempest, not a scenic turning of the tides.
"How auspicious." There was a lot that Passeri could have said. Of all those gathered tonight, it astonished her that Elias, in all his hedonistic ways, was the one who was asking the questions that mattered. Alicia's emotional outburst and Gaspari's superficial approximation of pragmatism were both what Ryutaro needed at a time like this. Open sails, into which he could act as a powerful downwind, guiding them exactly where he wanted them to be.
"Out with the old and in with the new, right? Any good gardener knows that ash makes for the best soil, but what you're telling us is a whole lot of ends. What about your means? You must understand, I'm putting quite a bit on the line by even being here tonight. I'd like a better picture of your plan than just your end game, you know?" The fresh spread of meats and noodles glistened invitingly in the restaurant's lighting... And the shadow of Elise's boot. It all looked awfully heavy, but she couldn't be seen as ungrateful. Daintily, she started to nibble away at her portion of grilled vegetables. Hopefully, she could make them last the night.
"Dreaming of legitimacy is wonderful, but how many bridges do you think we'll have to burn to make that happen? It's hardly just Weiss. How many of the Tiger's foundational pillars would you be able to hack down before we simply collapse? And where, I wonder, will we be getting the materials to build something in their place?" None of this was even taking into consideration what lay beneath Central. She'd only caught a glimpse of it, during that afternoon in the mines, but it was clear to her that Central was anything but fresh, fertile soil. Something rotted and awful lurked there. More malignant than any of the gangs.
"And that's assuming all this goes smoothly, in the first place. Our dear King is one thing, but what about the ones beyond him? There are roots in the Tigers that have been there longer than any of us have been alive. If The Board decides that they aren't charmed by our bold new vision for the Tigers, what then? Do we burn them too? Could we?. They're a mysterious lot, you know, and I for one don't like to engage in gambles. Do we even know what we'd be up against?" That ominous presence that loomed about them all. Masters beyond Kings or Queens. Despite her digging, there was frightfully little that she knew about the Board.
"Sorry if I seem apprehensive... But I'd be lying if I said that I don't have more than my fair share of concerns. I want to believe in you here, so make that possible for me." This all went without even mentioning the obvious or discreet. Should they pull their roots up into the sun, would the other gangs just hack away at them? And what of Central? The Grants, and their schemes that dwelled there, would surely not take kindly to intrusion. "Give us something to work with. What's the first move? And the one beyond that? What pieces do you have in play already? I don't expect you to lay it all out for us, but show us a part of your hand, at least. We need to know what we're getting ourselves into."
She took another bite of her food. That was as far as she could push things for now. She only hoped that it was enough for Alicia, Gaspari and Elias to start doing some pushing of their own.
"Oh, and before I forget-" Passeri bobbed her head to the side, stared at Elise's boots for a moment, and then gave her a smile that was somewhere between warm and not. "-Dagger, do you remember the last time you washed those? I don't really wanna get sick because you kicked in some sniffly thug's teeth last week. Would you mind tucking them away for me? Pretty please?"
"How auspicious." There was a lot that Passeri could have said. Of all those gathered tonight, it astonished her that Elias, in all his hedonistic ways, was the one who was asking the questions that mattered. Alicia's emotional outburst and Gaspari's superficial approximation of pragmatism were both what Ryutaro needed at a time like this. Open sails, into which he could act as a powerful downwind, guiding them exactly where he wanted them to be.
"Out with the old and in with the new, right? Any good gardener knows that ash makes for the best soil, but what you're telling us is a whole lot of ends. What about your means? You must understand, I'm putting quite a bit on the line by even being here tonight. I'd like a better picture of your plan than just your end game, you know?" The fresh spread of meats and noodles glistened invitingly in the restaurant's lighting... And the shadow of Elise's boot. It all looked awfully heavy, but she couldn't be seen as ungrateful. Daintily, she started to nibble away at her portion of grilled vegetables. Hopefully, she could make them last the night.
"Dreaming of legitimacy is wonderful, but how many bridges do you think we'll have to burn to make that happen? It's hardly just Weiss. How many of the Tiger's foundational pillars would you be able to hack down before we simply collapse? And where, I wonder, will we be getting the materials to build something in their place?" None of this was even taking into consideration what lay beneath Central. She'd only caught a glimpse of it, during that afternoon in the mines, but it was clear to her that Central was anything but fresh, fertile soil. Something rotted and awful lurked there. More malignant than any of the gangs.
"And that's assuming all this goes smoothly, in the first place. Our dear King is one thing, but what about the ones beyond him? There are roots in the Tigers that have been there longer than any of us have been alive. If The Board decides that they aren't charmed by our bold new vision for the Tigers, what then? Do we burn them too? Could we?. They're a mysterious lot, you know, and I for one don't like to engage in gambles. Do we even know what we'd be up against?" That ominous presence that loomed about them all. Masters beyond Kings or Queens. Despite her digging, there was frightfully little that she knew about the Board.
"Sorry if I seem apprehensive... But I'd be lying if I said that I don't have more than my fair share of concerns. I want to believe in you here, so make that possible for me." This all went without even mentioning the obvious or discreet. Should they pull their roots up into the sun, would the other gangs just hack away at them? And what of Central? The Grants, and their schemes that dwelled there, would surely not take kindly to intrusion. "Give us something to work with. What's the first move? And the one beyond that? What pieces do you have in play already? I don't expect you to lay it all out for us, but show us a part of your hand, at least. We need to know what we're getting ourselves into."
She took another bite of her food. That was as far as she could push things for now. She only hoped that it was enough for Alicia, Gaspari and Elias to start doing some pushing of their own.
"Oh, and before I forget-" Passeri bobbed her head to the side, stared at Elise's boots for a moment, and then gave her a smile that was somewhere between warm and not. "-Dagger, do you remember the last time you washed those? I don't really wanna get sick because you kicked in some sniffly thug's teeth last week. Would you mind tucking them away for me? Pretty please?"
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