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Edited by TwiggierTiger22:
10/17/2015 3:45:25 AM
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[b]An Back-Alley in Neo-Centra[/b]
*A dark figure leads Stephenson down the backstreets of Neo-Centra*
"Getting close."
*The metallic voice faintly echoes off of the walls, making sound like there are more than just one*
[spoiler]Open to AGreatDetective[/spoiler]
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Stephenson follows carefully. [i]Alright. Where are we going, anyways?[/i]
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"One of my mom's cafés. Not the original, of course, but she started a chain."
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[i]I see. The food isn't drugged or full of poison, is it?[/i]
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"Only if you ask for it."
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[i]Yeah... I'd rather not.[/i]
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"Smart choice." *She stops at a door set into the wall of the alley and knocks a pattern* "The paths of light lead to darkness." "Darkness is light, and in death shall be life." "May the paths of darkness lead you to the light." "Welcome, mistress." *The door opens, and an aged man in a servitor's uniform stands inside. Shiroe steps inside and takes her hood down, stepping out of sight as the man hold the door open for Stephenson*
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Stephenson reaches into his jacket, takes a deep swig from a flask, re-pockets it, and adjusts his coat before following.
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[spoiler]Eh?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He gets worried a lot. So he drinks to fix that.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]So... Gonna respond to the post below?[/spoiler]
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Sure.
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Stephenson glances into his coat, fiddles with something inside, then warily steps into the cafe.
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*A small hallway greets him, with two doors opposite each other. Loud music streams from behind the closed doors, and lights peek from underneath. At the far end of the hallway a staircase leads downwards, where an un-helmeted Shiroe waves at Stephenson before ducking out of sight*
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Stephenson follows quickly. [i]So what's down here?[/i]
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"Well, above us is one of the biggest brothels in Neo-Centra. On either side are some of the most famous continuous rave party rooms. Now down here, this is the place where the eaters of the dead come to drink their coffee." *As his head clears the floor above, he is met by the sight of an entire underground café, complete with a bar and tables. It extends for about a hundred meters on all sides* "Welcome, to the [i]Laughing Coffin[/i]."
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Stephenson shivered slightly. [i]Sex traffickers. My opinion of your mother is dropping swiftly. You're not a humanitarian, are you?[/i]
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"Ah don't worry, if they try to eat you I'll kill them." *She walks over to the bar and smiles at the bartender* "Hey Mac, long time no see." "Humph" *The man just shrugs and slides a plastic cup of bubbling purplish-green liquid* "Ah!! Mom finally deliver some of the good stuff?" *She grabs the drink and downs half the cup*
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Stephenson cocks his eyebrow and orders a Scotch.
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*The man slides it down, nodding to you* "Mac isn't a man of many words."
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Edited by Ex PI: 10/24/2015 11:42:14 PM[i]That's ok. What've you got to eat in this place that's not "the other white meat?"[/i]
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"Beef. Chicken. Turkey. Buffalo. Whale." *Shiroe nods* "The whale is a little fatty, but it's amazing when Mac makes it."
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Stephenson searches the menu and makes a decision. [i]I'll have the filet mignon.[/i]
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*Mac nods, then motions to the cook, who smirks and flips off Mac before getting to work* [spoiler]We are gonna have to move soon.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ok.[/spoiler]
