Patrollogs
(Miles's bargaining)
[Sat Mar 30 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Well, this may be a difficult sell." Miles notes as they wander into the town hall, and notice the representive posted there. They pause before approaching them, slinking back out into the corridor to open up their phone and quickly read over the faction, to ensure they haven't got it twisted. "Ah." There's a mutter, "Human trafficing. Brilliant. Bloody godlings, I swear to go." They exhale, dryly, clearly not pleased about this.
"Alright, let's focus on where we can help people." Miles decides to try and find the silver lining, as it were, stepping back into the room and over toward where the representive waits. There's a big old smile attempted, femme features pushed to their limits, "Well, hello there. How are you? Lovely, I expect." They just sort of bulldoze over any response, "Let's.. Well, you've got a problem that we have, and I think if we focus on it, we can make things better for everyone, you know?"
"There are always devils and demons, and such trying to worm their way through Hell and into your pretty little paradise, and it just so happens that we're hard at work in stopping one such being." Miles explains with a few sweeping gestures back and forth between them and the waggle of a brow, "So, what I'm suggesting here, is a wee trade of information. We share what we both know about Legion, and their attempts to, you know, drink people's souls, and we both step away from this with a win?"
"On the other hand, I'm not overly fond of your choice in livestock, and if we can't work together? Well, never let it be said that I'm not capable of making an enemy of just about anyone." Miles drawls out then, attempting to wag the stick a little after offering the carrot, "In case I'm not being plain enough, I'm suggesting that if you don't want to work with us, I'll invest some resources with my day job, and see what I can do about making life a little bit harder for you too."
"Though, again, I'd rather work to get rid of this particular devil, and then we can sit down and have a long, pleasant chat about the abomination of a slavery and caste system, hm? Especially one based on blood." Miles suggests as they lean closer, and reach out to adjust representative of The Undergods's coat, brushing some dust from their shoulder. "I appreciate your time, thank you."
Miles clears their throat and slinks away then, moving to rest closer toward the door as they wait to see if anyone else is going to turn up and try to make their own little deals. It feels dirty, really. Speaking with these sorts of people. Slavers, really. But if saving the world was comfortable? Everyone would be doing it. Sacrifice rarely feels good, after all.
Miless Bargaining 240331
(Miles's bargaining)
[Sat Mar 30 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Well, this may be a difficult sell." Miles notes as they wander into the town hall, and notice the representive posted there. They pause before approaching them, slinking back out into the corridor to open up their phone and quickly read over the faction, to ensure they haven't got it twisted. "Ah." There's a mutter, "Human trafficing. Brilliant. Bloody godlings, I swear to go." They exhale, dryly, clearly not pleased about this.
"Alright, let's focus on where we can help people." Miles decides to try and find the silver lining, as it were, stepping back into the room and over toward where the representive waits. There's a big old smile attempted, femme features pushed to their limits, "Well, hello there. How are you? Lovely, I expect." They just sort of bulldoze over any response, "Let's.. Well, you've got a problem that we have, and I think if we focus on it, we can make things better for everyone, you know?"
"There are always devils and demons, and such trying to worm their way through Hell and into your pretty little paradise, and it just so happens that we're hard at work in stopping one such being." Miles explains with a few sweeping gestures back and forth between them and the waggle of a brow, "So, what I'm suggesting here, is a wee trade of information. We share what we both know about Legion, and their attempts to, you know, drink people's souls, and we both step away from this with a win?"
"On the other hand, I'm not overly fond of your choice in livestock, and if we can't work together? Well, never let it be said that I'm not capable of making an enemy of just about anyone." Miles drawls out then, attempting to wag the stick a little after offering the carrot, "In case I'm not being plain enough, I'm suggesting that if you don't want to work with us, I'll invest some resources with my day job, and see what I can do about making life a little bit harder for you too."
"Though, again, I'd rather work to get rid of this particular devil, and then we can sit down and have a long, pleasant chat about the abomination of a slavery and caste system, hm? Especially one based on blood." Miles suggests as they lean closer, and reach out to adjust representative of The Undergods's coat, brushing some dust from their shoulder. "I appreciate your time, thank you."
Miles clears their throat and slinks away then, moving to rest closer toward the door as they wait to see if anyone else is going to turn up and try to make their own little deals. It feels dirty, really. Speaking with these sorts of people. Slavers, really. But if saving the world was comfortable? Everyone would be doing it. Sacrifice rarely feels good, after all.