[Episode] Examining The Drum

Thu Feb 20, 2020 7:39 am

Quest Info wrote:

Quest Name: Examining The Drum
Quest Category: Episode
Player Participants: Sabian McQueen (+1) , Johanna Freud (+1)
Planned Location(s): Black Drum Kingdom

Summary:

The revolutionary army has had it's eyes on the Black Drum Kingdom's operations due to it's history of bloody political incidents. Recently, a new drug has been circulated around the slums by the name of 'Wild Lion', a strange yellow powder that when ingested, it sends it's user into a mad hysteria. The Army has sent McQueen to research the suspect drug peddler, and known slaver, Don Giovanni aka ' Governor' '. Apparently the army has sent McQueen a bit of back up, hopefully, she'll be more useful than his last partner.

Black Drum Kingdom. Rumour has it, if you're looking for any illegal item, this island was the zeitgeist of the South Blue. A place where money and influence are King, Sabian surely had neither. "This place screams corruption." Sabian declared as he'd shifted through the slums streets reading the mission file. The man was covered in a green raincoat with a hood, fully buckled up, though his attire was odd, as not a rainy cloud was insight.

However, it was evening time. Sabian spent most of the morning after his arrival scouting the port town he'd docked in. Purchasing the raincoat due to his flashy attire, McQueen had been the victim of several pickpocket attempts throughout the day, and honestly, all that running had exhausted him. It would be the last attempt to rob him however that steered fate slightly in his favor.

Bumping into the lanky man, a short child no older than nine, attempted to loot Sabian's pockets. This time, all he'd find would be a pocket full of candy. Reaching down and clutching his hand to grip the child's cranium, the slightly agitated Sabian forced a fake smile.

"Even children resort to crime. What kind of place is this?" Sabian exclaimed out loud.

Shuffling frantically to free himself, "Lemma go ya' Mark. I ain't got time for no broke targets. Candy?! What are you nine?!" Scratch, the street orphan shouted in frustration.

As childish as Mr.Scratch, "Aren't you nine?!" Sabian shouted back in annoyance."What's a mark anyway?" Sabian inquired, tightening his grip on the kid's head."Agh! That hurts ya tall bugger! Marks are foreigners like you who go wandering around the slums. You shoulda stayed in the port town!" Scratch shouted.

Releasing his grip, Scratch fell to the ground with a slight thud. Bursting into laughter, "I guess I am a Mark indeed." Sabian chuckled. Staring at the unveiled blonde, who'd lost his shade in the process of messing with the ophan, Scratch simply stared at the man in confusion, "What's so funny? Great… He's broke and a weirdo." Scratch murmured to himself.

Tossing his wallet towards Scratch, "You win. You're the most entertaining person I've met today. The prize is yours. Though, after paying for my lodgings… There's only about 1,000 Beri in there." Sabian explained. "Eh! A lousey 1,000! Bum! Mark! Scrub! Whatta I'm suppose to do with this?!" Scratch shouted.

"I'll give you more beri if you can help me out… I'm supposed to be meeting a work colleague. At this bar called the Scarlet Horse. Any idea where that is?" Sabian inquired.

Picking his nose and flicking the boogers in Sabian's direction."Ah. Right behind you. Place's a dump." Scratch declared emotionlessly.

"This isn't what we agreed on Governor'." The crafty buyer declared in the dimly lit room. Before him was a tall man, about 6'5, dressed in a black and grey styled suit and wearing glasses way too small for his rock hard face. In his hand, a cane with an orb like grip spun around, whether it be for amusement or to mask his agitation, only Don Giovanni would truly know.

"I know meeting in person makes you nervous Mayor but I like addressing issues with my product in person. Leaves for a better interpersonal experience. Do tell… What seems to be the problem with my cubs?" Governor inquired.

Pausing momentarily to ignite his cigar,"You said your drug would indeed be stronger than my last provider. The streets talk Governor… They say the new stuff is a sham! They can't even get half the high compared to the last one!" The Shadow Mayor shouted, slamming his hands on the table in frustration.

"Weren't those first 'samples' on me? Meaning. You lost no money in my demonstration correct?" Governor responded, calmly and in a slow manner, as to aliterate everyone word clearly.

"Yes… as you agreed to" the Mayor's statement had been interrupted, "Yet. You sold them. I told you gave them out for free. Who broke whose agreement? We can play the blame game all day Mayor but it is through your diligence that you're in this predicament." Governor declared.

Grunting and cursing under his breath, the Mayor took a deep breath recomposing himself. "What's the meaning of all this Giovanni?" The Mayor declared.

"Ah. We're using real names now, Mayor Bennett.

My drug is a compound drug. For tŕhe layman such as yourself, it's much more addictive the second time around.

Hence why I told you to give them a taste first. Nothing changes. Your customers are loyal to you. Sell them the next batch… and you'll see your results."
Governor explained.

"Agreed but anymore delays… I'm taking it out of your cut." Bennett declared.

"100,000,000 in a month's time Mr.Bennett. They'll be no need for such things. Do what your men are good at. Selling. Let me focus on the supply, and it's potency." Governor concluded, turning back to the Mayor, spinning his cane and exiting the room.

On the outside in the waiting room was Don's assistant, a beautiful green haired woman dressed in a tank top and shorts, who was the chemist to Don's Drugs escorted him out of the port town office. "Your slick. Giving them a sugar byproduct as the first batch. You know my Wild Lion is the real deal?" Suggs, as he affectionately calls her declared.

"Why of course Suggs. You're the best chemist in this backwater blue, but I can't just give him our efforts for free… Everything has a price. Once they get a taste of the real thing… We'll be rich." Governor concluded.

Wed Mar 04, 2020 2:37 pm

@Sabian Mcqueen
Sorry about the wait guys

I do whatever it takes.

Johanna had been waiting for quite some time in the worn down bar that had been set as a meeting place for this particular mission, or at least the place where she was to meet her partner. She had managed to keep a low enough profile while she made her way to the Scarlet Horse. It wasn't the hardest thing for her, however, since she was rather light on her feet and naturally superb eye sight. This allowed her to blend fairly easy with the citizens of the slums but her style of clothing aided in her blending in as well. She opted for her extremely well-worn jean shorts with black tights underneath, a black tank top, a well-worn jacket over top, and well-worn flat sneakers.

The pickpocketers still had plenty of reasons to target the ginger and they were things she couldn't avoid. Mainly, the fact that she had two weapons holstered on either hip. It was definitely too fancy of concealment for anyone in the slums and the weapon inside also at the same effect. However, what these pickpockets didn't expect was for her to react the way she did as she dodged around them. The way she moved was almost like she was dancing and she would continue on her way almost as if someone hadn't just tried to steal from her. The last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene and as much as it broke her heart, these people were only doing what they could to survive. There was no sense in beating them up for something that couldn't be helped except by those who ran the kingdom.

Thus upon her arrival at the Scarlet Horse, she ordered a drink as she settled in waiting for her partner for this mission. She didn't throw it back but merely sipped at it in patience. She looked around the bar that had obviously seen better days and took in several key points. She wanted to be aware of all the places that other people could possibly enter from and that they could possibly use as escape paths if they needed to as well as the handful of patrons inside with her. Her eyes were sharp and in most cases, they didn't miss even the smallest of details. Once this was done, she settled into her seat that she chose towards the far end of the bar away from prying eyes and ears, and waited for her work colleague.

I love how it feels when I break the chains.

coded by heroin of gs and adox

Mon Mar 09, 2020 10:19 pm

As Scratch and Sabian squabble in the streets outside the Scarlet Horse, the newly formed duo opted to shuffle in doors, as Sabian’s blonde hair was attracting the attention of those who knew for certain, he wasn’t the most familiar face around these parts. “If you’re mucking around here… Most people won’t take it too kindly. Anyone with clean skin such as yours is pegged as one of Mayor Bennet’s guzes… and that’s a problem for both of us’.” Scratch declared nervously, tugging at the massive lug of a man’s coat, dragging him into the bar. “Mayor Bennet… If he’s in charge of his dump… I can see why people don’t favor him much.” Sabian declared as a rebuttal. Opening his raincoat, Sabian eyed the nearby coat rack, as he’d begun to scan the room for his new associate. However, before he could’ve given it anymore thought, the sound of Scratch’s grumbling stomach interrupted the man’s thought process.

“Hungry?” Sabian inquired, staring at the street urchin with a cocky smile.

“Cluck off, Mark. Of course I am. We certainly can’t get anything here for 1,000 beri. Means were both poor men.” Scratch barked, frustrated at the six foot bastard’s arrogance.

“I said my purse had in 1,000 Beri. Never said that’s all I had on me.” Sabian declared shuffling towards the bar. Signalling to the barkeep, Sabian quickly perused the menu’s content before settling on two bowls of beef stew with a side of candy yams.

“Yuck. Yams. Disgusting.” Mr.Scratch barked, pulling up a stool to the bar counter feverishly.

“You’re mouth says one thing but your body language screams something else.” Sabian stated as he started to grin broadly.

“Shut up Mark! Yer’ always smiling all the time. This place isn’t some tourist destination anyway. After this meal, leave the slums immediately… You’ll get yourself killed.” Scratch shouted, his hand trembling ever so steadily in frustration. As dense as Sabian is, he knew something was up but it was rude for complete strangers to pry into the business of others.

Pulling up a seat of his own, completely forgetting the original task of finding his new nakama, Sabian opted to pick the child’s brain as they waited for their food.

“I might not look like it… but I come from backgrounds much similar to yours.” Sabian declared.

Laughing painfully, “I highly doubt it, Mark. The things I’ve done to survive here… I’ll never be able to make up for my whole life.” Scratch said with empty eyes.

Resting his hand on Scratch’s shoulder, Sabian opted to toss his raincoat onto the ground, and began to unbuckle the fancy dress shirt that complimented his long white trousers.

“W-Wha- Why are you stripping here?! Pervert!” Scratch shouted.

Once the shirt’s top was unbuckled, Sabian turned his chest towards Scratch’s direction, revealing the countless scars and bullet wounds that paraded his body. Humbled by the sight, Mr.Scratch was left speechless.

“If it wasn’t adopted from the streets… I probably would’ve thought just like you. I’ve also done terrible things in my youth and adulthood that have led me on this path I’m on now.” Sabian stated, knocking over the shake bottles of salt and pepper, until pillars of both condiments stacked in hills on the table. Fashioning a spoon from the cutlery rack, Sabian began to shift the grains of salt and pepper around to form a canvas, next by adding in ketchup and mustard from nearby bottles, he’d began to fashion a portrait of Scratch’s face.

“There’s something I learned as an old fossil… There’s no such thing as ‘Too late’ Forgiveness. Turning over a new leaf. It’s just one decision away.” Sabian concluded, as he’d finished his portrait of the youth. Stunned, Scratch simply looked at the man in bewilderment. As the barkeep returned to deliver their orders, the man blew a gasket that his table was now smeared with ketchup, mustard, salt, and pepper, and certainly, his bar counter’s top was the entree of the evening.

Swinging in the saloon style doors, more guests joined the festivities of the Scarlet Horse but malice lingered in their demeanors. The bartender’s face froze first, his gaze diverted from Sabian, and towards the pack of five that marched towards the bar. Their entrance caught Scratch’s attention, and much like the barkeep, his face froze even colder in fear.

Arriving at the counter, the leader of the pack, a lanky man a few inches taller than Sabian grabbed onto the collar of Scratch’s shirt, and slammed the youth into the ground.

“Well. If it isn’t Mr.Scratch! I came to drink a few drinks to blow off some steam but I never would’ve thought that my favorite little lackey would come greet me in a place like this. Especially… When he owes me… about three months in duties.” the Red Bandana wearing street thug stated arrogantly.

Scrambling to the man’s feet, “I’m sorry Jack! I was working a mark and I lost track of time. Look! The blonde at the bar! He’s a noble type. Been trying to get him out in public for weeks now… but- Look! Finally I did it!” Scratch declared frantically, tripping over his own words.

“Oh ho ho… Is that so?” Jack responded, smirking malevolently.

Turning his attention towards Sabian, at his single, the pack discarded interest in Scratch, and turned their eyes onto Sabian. Resting his hand on Sabian’s shoulder, Jack reached at his waist to remove a pistol, which he’d place the barrel’s mouth against McQueen’s side.

“Hi. My name’s Jack. My little servant was telling me you’re holding a few beri… I was wondering if I could borrow a couple thousand or so.” Jack stated.

Calmly, brushing off Jack’s embrace, disregarding the pistol, Sabian grabbed onto the fireman’s barrel, and pointed the mouth to his head. Astonished, Jack couldn’t help but comply with the transferral of his tool’s positioning.

“Is this what you’re afraid.. Of… Mr. Scratch is it? These losers?” Sabian declared cheerfully grinning, the smile not leaving his face once since their arrival.

“Ha! Don’t call me that Mark! You’re outnumbered! Accept it! I fooled you. Give us the beri and you might leave with your life. Playing all tough won’t save you!” Scratch shouted but in his thoughts, he fought valiantly to hold back his tears. The first person who’d offered to buy him food in years, even after he’d tried to rob him was now about to be done in to save his own skin, the guilt consumed the prepubescent teens conscience.

“You heard the brat-” Jack stated, fastening his hand on the pistol’s handle and his right index finger on the trigger but before his sentence could’ve been concluded, Sabian’s agile legs whipped upward like a whip, catapulting Jack’s body into the Scarlet Horse’s roof. The ripple of the shock-waves around Sabian’s knee acted as the rocket fuel that perfectly wedged Jack’s head into the ceiling, rendering him unconscious instantly. As his body swung from side to side with a lulling cadence, the rest of Jack’s goons mouth dropped in disbelief. Eyes popping out of their sockets similar to cartoon characters, without enough perception to even see the movement of Sabian’s foot, the men staggered out of the bar wailing.

Exhaling, Sabian turned his attention back towards the barkeep.

“Can I have a cloth and a bucket to clean up this mess of mine? I really shouldn’t be placing my art on countertops. Though, if you were to cut out this piece… It’d sell for quite a bit on the collector’s market once I sign my tag.” Sabian said, as he continued grinning. “Bihala… and about our stews?” Sabian concluded, uttering into laughter before his statement could even deliver it’s intent.

“Right away!” the barkeep shouted, dashing off towards the kitchen. Pieces of debris still fell from the hole created by Sabian’s newest renovation to the roof.

Unable to even move, let alone speak, Scratch stood cemented in awe. The bar was pretty much emptied, as even the casual patrons had fled after the commotion. The thugs were the Governor's boys, and everyone knew what it meant to mess with them… Death.

“Who… are you?” Scratch inquired, managing to muster the words after minutes, of what felt to be hours of silence.

“Sabian. Sabian T. McQueen at your service.” Sabian concluded.

Tue Mar 10, 2020 8:14 pm

“...Sooo hungry…”

Lopa practically trudged through the throng of people all navigating their own way through Black Drum’s very own slums. Like most slums this place was very tightly packed together, muddy streets with planks of decayed wood haphazardly laid out so that people walking the streets wouldn’t slip and fall, most the time anyway. Houses seemed to be placed wherever anyone could find room creating a twisty sort of maze, not to mention, carts, crates, and other various heavy objects that had just been shoved up next to buildings creating even more narrow passages. This of course was a boon to all the various pickpockets and ne’er do wells who might want to get their grubby hands on someones goods; lots of blind corners and places to set up ambushes, streets and alleys that led nowhere, and just a general atmosphere of danger.

Hat pulled down to give Lopa a somewhat intimidating vibe, and carrying her sword, most people didn’t immediately approach her. And for whatever reason, those who tried to find her pockets found that they had somehow missed them. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t other ways for someone to get money out of the fancy dressed visitor to their island.

“Hey lady, have you got any change?”

It was a call that she had heard before, Lopa looked to the round man sitting on a ratty old blanket. Her first impression of him was that he looked kind of like an onion, wearing vertical striped pants held up by suspenders and with a tuft of hair that came off the top of his head. He also sort of smelled like an onion, but that probably wouldn’t be very polite for her to mention to him in public.

Without hesitation, Lopa knelt to the man’s level. “Oh of course you poor soul how much do you need? The girl I met before said that her family had been eaten by a sea king and she needed thirty thousand for a funeral arrangement, so I don’t have much left.”

A brief pause seemed to pass between the two before the man’s eyes lit up, he had to do everything he could not to burst into a wide smile. Instead he started coughing, an extremely fake cough to anyone else who could hear the conversation but Lopa’s demeanor didn’t seem to change in the slightest.

“Oh you generous goddess… I couldn’t ask so much of you.” Another well placed cough. “But would you sate this poor sinner’s curiosity? Just how many Beli do you have?”

Lopa seemed to think for a moment before answering with a huge grin. “Well when I got here I had loads of money, a little under fifty thousand, but let’s see. There was that lady I mentioned before, needed thirty thousand beli, who there was the guy who needed me to update my boats security walls, that was about five thousand beli. Oh! And there were all those orphans who wanted to start a lemonade stand! That took about ten thousand beli. So uh… I think I have about five thousand beli left.”

Another silence pervaded the area around them as onlookers seemed to crane their neck, all listening to this legendary idiot list off just how much money she had and how she had given it all away. Finally the onion man seemed to shake visibly.

“YOU DID WHAT?! LADY ARE YOU A DING DONG?!”

“Huh?”

“Idiot those are all scams, every one of those people scammed you!”

“WHAAAA-” Lopa put her palm to her mouth in surprise. “But they all seemed so nice?! Why would they scam me! That doesn’t seem very fair at all!”

“That isn’t fair at all!” With sudden righteous anger, the man rose to his feet. “You should go back and get all your money back! So you can give it to me…”

Lopa tilted her head. “What was that last part?”

“You should get your money back, and I’ll help you get it back.”

Raising her arm up in excitement as she hopped back to her feet, Lopa let out a big grin. “YEAH! We should totally do that! And you’re going to help me?! Awwwwe that’s so sweet… I’m Lopa by the way.”

The Onion man gave a self important sniff before rubbing at the tip of his nose with his thumb, grinning up at the stupid bunny woman before him. “Name is Ramps! Stick with me and I’ll get your money back.”

Lopa bounced excitedly, ready to go on an adventure with this new friend of hers before the sudden realization that she was starving shot right through her gut. Her posture immediately changed from a bouncy bubbly rabbit, to a slumping slumping who had the weight of the world on her shoulders, her hand gripping her stomach as it rumbled loudly.

“Uh… Could we get some food first.”

“Ehhhhh? Why the hell would I ge-” Ramps had to stop himself from shouting like he usually would when someone asked him to pay for something. Grinding his teeth, he had to remind himself that if he helped this woman now that he could get most of her money later. After all the big dope was so willing to give him money earlier, he would rather have a bigger cut of the pie. “-Of- Of COURSE we can get some food for you, what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t help you when you were so willing to help me. Come with me, I know a place nearby.”

With that said the two started making their way through the streets, with Ramps at her side Lopa noticed that most people seemed to give them a wide breadth. At first she thought it might be because of the smell, but then she started to realize that no one seemed particularly bothered by the onion man, instead they seemed to look at him with some amount of reverence. As he led on the people would motion to him in a friendly manner, look at Lopa and give him a thumbs up. They moved along without interruption until they came across the Scarlet Horse tavern.

Ramps turned and thumbed over his shoulder. “This place here is pretty cheap and good if you need a quick bite to eat.”

“Wow it looks-”

A sudden crash seemed to shake the area around them causing Ramps to stumble and Lopa to look up as she watched debree seemingly fly from the roof in all directions. Her keen eyes caught the site of a man’s head with a red bandanna wedged into the tiles of the roof, he had a large bruise, his eyes were empty of any sort of intelligence, as lines of drool and blood seemed to trail down his face.

“What in the hell was that?!” Ramp’s picked himself off the ground.

“Ooh looks like a fight!” Lopa adjusted her hat, bouncing from one foot to the other excitedly before slowly moving toward the building.

Before she could go in however a hand grabbed her arm, forcing her to look back toward Ramps who seemed to have a look of concern on his face. “Hey not for nothin girl, but ya can’t just traipse into every single place like some kind of Mark. There’s people around these parts that would tear a pretty thing like you limb from limb!”

Lopa tilted her head to the side as she seemed to consider the man’s words. “Yeah but… I’ll probably be fine.”

With that she pulled away from the man’s grip and bounded off toward the establishment with a brimming excitement. Ramps reached to her again in protest, but realized that she wasn’t going to so easily be stopped. The thought raced through his head that he could just leave her to get torn up, but then the images of that sweet boon of beli raced through his mind and he ground his teeth again. This girl was going to be a headache to deal with, but if he could just hold on long enough then he could have what he needed.

“Ughhhh!” Ramps exclaimed to no one in particular as he begrudgingly followed behind her just as she pushed the swinging doors open.

Of course as she entered the bar a string of other people seemed to scurry out, leaving only a couple of people within.

“Hey! Is there a fight in here?!”

Sun Mar 15, 2020 3:30 pm

@Sabian Mcqueen , @Lopa C. Bonnie
Let the games begin

I do whatever it takes.

Johanna kept to herself as she waited for her mission partner to walk into the rundown bar. They had provided her with enough information that made it possible for her to identify him once he arrived. However, as she took another sip of her drink she didn't expect him to enter with someone in tow. From where she was sitting she couldn't quite make out the movement of their lips, but there was no mistaking the tall blonde for anyone else. He almost screamed that he didn't fit in but that wasn't really something that couldn't be helped. The only reason she even remotely blended in was because she had clothes in her own collection that did just that.

The ginger remained in her seat partaking in her own drink as she watched the two interact. The only time she opted to move was when another group joined the mostly empty establishment. Her eyes were trained on the man with a red bandana as he pulled a gun on the blonde. She was quick to her feet and her hands fell upon her fans in one swift movement. However, the blonde didn't need her assistance as he dealt with the gun and the man easily. This acted as a cue for the other patrons and the men that came in with the thug in the ceiling to promptly leave. The kid that had entered with him stood there in awe or at least from what she could tell. The exit of the other patrons gave her more than ample opportunity to approach the pair and perhaps it wouldn't look quite as odd.

She rummaged through the bag that hung from her shoulder as she got closer, looking for something in particular. Her theory of the blonde being her mission partner was proven right as her eyes fell on him once more. He introduced himself to the child he had entered with or at least that's what it looked like. She now had the object she had been searching for in her grasp but as she flipped through the pages to find what she was looking for she was interrupted by another girl's entrance. Her eyes had caught the motion of the doors swinging open and she barely made out what the girl said as she came in followed by a portly man who looked highly suspicious or at least to her he did. Not that she was one for trusting people very easily at least if they weren't a revolutionary.

'No.' She had flipped back a few pages and held the notebook up in the direction of the bunny looking girl to answer her question.

Johanna didn't hesitate to her turn her attention back to the blonde before her. She whipped out a pen out of seemingly nowhere and hurriedly wrote something out. Giving the circumstances, she didn't quite have anything prewritten in her notebook. She quickly put the pen back where she had found it and held the notebook up for the blonde that introduced himself as Sabian to see.

'That was some introduction. It also wasn't very subtle. I see why they picked you for this mission, however.' Her words were neat and clearly written despite how quickly she had written them but she quickly flipped to another page in the notebook with the same clear writing on it. 'I'm Johanna Freud. Nice to meet you.' She held this page of her notebook with a warm smile on her face and a slight nod of her head.

I love how it feels when I break the chains.

coded by heroin of gs and adox

Tue Apr 07, 2020 12:06 pm

As the ladies advanced to his position, Sabian fell to his knees almost instantly in praise. Shuffling from left to right knelt, the silly blonde with a Knight in White Horse complex began to fawn over the two teenagers. Attempting to snatch enough of their hands, he’d try to land a kiss as a mere introductory gesture. Rising to his feet, Sabian would examine the two even more attentively.

“I didn’t know the army recruited members so young. Though, I’m lost. I’m pretty sure I was only meeting Miss Freud.” Sabian stated, disclosing loosely his connections to the rebel army. Without going into much more detail, Sabian shouted to the barkeep, “Make that five more bowls!”.

Shuffling towards the seating, the party would await the ordered dishes while Sabian looked to debrief everyone present about the mission at hand. “Scratch. I work for the New Revolutionary Army. We act in liberating countries and areas such as this from tyranny. Though, I can’t say I’m exactly strong enough to reverse the corruption of Briss at the moment. Soon. For now, I’m here to collect a man. He goes by the alias of Governor. Ever heard of em’?” Sabian inquired, changing his usually lighter tone voice to a much deeper one in attempts to impress the two ladies among him.

Scratches face froze stone cold, the boy began to tremble frantically.

Gulping in a dramatic fashion, Scratch’s hand advanced towards the glass of water provided on the counter-top for those guests who opted to dine in.

“Look. It’s been fun but… I can’t be a part of… anything involving that scumbag.” Scratch said, emptying the vessel.

“Those goons you just roughed up are his foot soldiers. He has ties in almost anything that’s scummy here on Briss but no one can prove it!” Scratch concluded, pushing back the stool from the table. “I’m leaving.” Scratch declared. As the brat tried to leave the bar, Sabian grabbed the kid by his shoulders, karate chopping him in his neck, to render him unconscious.

“Now then. Miss Freud. I’m not familiar with signing… So until I can get a bit more practice… What’s your take on this mission?” Sabian stated aloud while borrowing pages from here notepad to scribble the question atop.

[Episode] Examining The Drum