Patrollogs
(Declan's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Oct 8 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Bad date?" Emmanuel queries of Declan as the goons bring the fellow back out and into the meeting room, there's a beat or two before he asks, more seriously, "Are you being okay?"
Declan says "Oh. I am here."
"Bad date?" Emmanuel queries of Declan as the goons bring the fellow back out and into the meeting room, there's a beat or two before he asks, more seriously, "Are you being okay?"
Declan rubs his wrists. "Yeah. Was at home then got, you know."
"It is how it goes, oui," Emmanuel notes back to Declan as he cuts away the bonds, "Need a lift?"
Declan says "35 Willow Close."
Declan dusts himself off, checking his pockets.
Declan says "Need to change my bedroom lock, I think."
"Someone break in?" Irene asks Declan, peering down from above the attic ladder before she climbs on down.
Declan steps in, rubbing at his wrists. "I got nabbed when I got back. You good upstairs?"
"Yeah," Irene says with a frown of confusion, "nabbed by whom?"
"Which Syndicate?" clueless Irene inquires, seeming a little more alarmed by this news than Declan himself. "They just let you go?"
"Manny got me released. They dump you in the forest though sometimes," Declan steps forward to assess Irene, then moves to the kitchen
Stepping aside for Declan to access the kitchen, Irene loiters by the base of the ladder, though she seems more at ease today in this (relatively) strange man's house than she did yesterday. Apparently nothing actually happening in the night is great for putting suspicions to rest. "That's nice of him," she says, "I noticed he's a higher rank than our leader Cara. How's it all work?"
"He has a high standing," says Declan, getting himself some water and sitting on a stool. "Cara still formally outranks him. Claire whom you met is one of past command."
"Do you trust everyone you work with?" Irene asks in as innocuous a tone as she can manage, though the gossip-hunger in her eyes is plain to read. She loosely folds her arms over her chest.
Declan looks at Irene, face and mouth, thoughtfully. "Do you trust me?" he asks back rhetorically. "On a professional level, yeah. But. I ain't a super personable guy. Do hear that Manny does also like the ladies."
Emmanuels Syndicate Bargain 241009
(Declan's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Oct 8 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Bad date?" Emmanuel queries of Declan as the goons bring the fellow back out and into the meeting room, there's a beat or two before he asks, more seriously, "Are you being okay?"
Declan says "Oh. I am here."
"Bad date?" Emmanuel queries of Declan as the goons bring the fellow back out and into the meeting room, there's a beat or two before he asks, more seriously, "Are you being okay?"
Declan rubs his wrists. "Yeah. Was at home then got, you know."
"It is how it goes, oui," Emmanuel notes back to Declan as he cuts away the bonds, "Need a lift?"
Declan says "35 Willow Close."
Declan dusts himself off, checking his pockets.
Declan says "Need to change my bedroom lock, I think."
"Someone break in?" Irene asks Declan, peering down from above the attic ladder before she climbs on down.
Declan steps in, rubbing at his wrists. "I got nabbed when I got back. You good upstairs?"
"Yeah," Irene says with a frown of confusion, "nabbed by whom?"
"Which Syndicate?" clueless Irene inquires, seeming a little more alarmed by this news than Declan himself. "They just let you go?"
"Manny got me released. They dump you in the forest though sometimes," Declan steps forward to assess Irene, then moves to the kitchen
Stepping aside for Declan to access the kitchen, Irene loiters by the base of the ladder, though she seems more at ease today in this (relatively) strange man's house than she did yesterday. Apparently nothing actually happening in the night is great for putting suspicions to rest. "That's nice of him," she says, "I noticed he's a higher rank than our leader Cara. How's it all work?"
"He has a high standing," says Declan, getting himself some water and sitting on a stool. "Cara still formally outranks him. Claire whom you met is one of past command."
"Do you trust everyone you work with?" Irene asks in as innocuous a tone as she can manage, though the gossip-hunger in her eyes is plain to read. She loosely folds her arms over her chest.
Declan looks at Irene, face and mouth, thoughtfully. "Do you trust me?" he asks back rhetorically. "On a professional level, yeah. But. I ain't a super personable guy. Do hear that Manny does also like the ladies."