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(Evan's syndicate bargain)
[Fri Jan 3 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 25F(-3C) degrees.
Sam ticks a nod to Evan, Rashid, Lark and Illyana, chuckling softly. "I got a feeling I'm out-financed here."
Rashid yawns and blinks a few times before bowing towards Illyana and Sam. "Assalamu Alaikum, saddiq." Then, slowly, he scrawls out Arabic on to his phone, allowing it to speak for him. "Let us see which khafir is for sale. I am hungry."
Lark looks around, curious.
nodding to Evan, Rashid, Sam and Lark, Illyana holds up a paddle. Speaking slowly enough for Rashid's translation software to pick her words up, and not slow enough to cause insult or be one of those obnoxious people, she greets each, grinning to Rashid. "Let's hope you can eat then, friend."
Illyana nods to Rashid
Lark says "How do we check the current bid?"
Illyana says, sounding amused, "They should give me favour on account of half of them being kin."
Antoinette steps in, taking a seat near the back, seemingly here to observe more than anything.
Chuckling, Sam licks his teeth lightly. He sits down after fist-bumping a guard, and stretches out languidly.
Evan waits off to a side, and lets Lark, Sam and Illyana bid.
Rashid pleasedly bats his eyes at Illyana, watching her with some slight hints of amusement. "Would you like my number, saddiq?" his phone chirps, stormy-grey gaze affixed upon her.
The auctioneer announces that Sam has won the bid and goes over to him to discuss delivery.
The auctioneer announces that Sam has won the bid and goes over to him to discuss delivery.
Evan shakes his head, "That's surprising."
For once in her life, Harriet is not naked during one of these -- it's a freaking miracle.
Antoinette lifts her brows as Harriet is brought out, but says nothing. Clearly while she didn't vocalize anything, she's not going to intervene
Euphemia sighs, looking over to Illyana. "Where is the -- this is it."
"Afternoon." Illyana greets Harriet, as though it were any other meeting. "Long time no see. I trust you're doing well?"
Rashid nods towards Sam, grunting, "I swear by the Screaming Moon and by Allah, that you shall have that which is owed to you."
"Good afternoon," Harriet replies to Illyana, dipping her chin down towards pronounced clavicles as she speaks in her posh British accent that is vaunting clipped tones. "I am doing quite well, thank you, preparing to leave town for a while here in a few weeks. How are you?" This is asked casually, like she's been in this situation a thousand times over and isn't too stressed about being tied up before a group.
"I'm glad to hear it." Illyana nods to Harriet. "And I hope your travels will be good, too."
Sam just ticks a nod to Harriet. "Purely business, yeh?" He just sits down, eyes flicking between Rashid and Harriet. He seems utterly at peace, sitting down at a table.
A sincere smile is offered to Illyana by Harriet as she expresses, "Thank you, I appreciate it." As Sam speaks, she looks to him and replies, "Hardly, I'm sure," as Rashid is moving her about and she becomes like a rag doll.
Rashid dips his head towards Sam in a bow. "I thank you for your deal. I shall contact you once I setup my caravanaserai and the Fedayeen. You seem an amicable merchant," sputters his phone as he speaks. Then he wanders over towards Harriet and picks her up, lugging her over his shoulder. "Come along, Emira Fairfax. We shall speak."
"Appriciate y'all being professional about it all." Sam remarks, both to Rashid, but also to the others present, perhaps a little less to Harriet, as she'd have less choice in the matter.
Harriet is slung over Rashid's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and doesn't put up any fight with her hands bound as they are. "Of course, dear Rashid," she replies to the man who is lugging her around. "I always enjoy a good conversation."
Illyana shrugs a shoulder, "Why wouldn't I be?"
Rashid says "Fi Aminallah"
"People are dumb." Sam shrugs slightly. "Gotta assume it's amateur hour, every day."
Tilting his head aside, Sam picks up Harriet instead, and scratches at his temple. "Chicken dinner."
Harriet is apparently tied to something here.
Looking to one of the syndicate guards, Sam nods a few times, seemingly understanding something only now. "Aight, aight, apoligies gents." he re-takes his seat.
Rashid glances over towards Sam, Lark, Evan, and Illyana, before staring at Harriet, practically salivating. Letting loose a growl, he grumbles.
Harriet scrunches her nose some as she's carried over that shoulder. "I mean, it is fine by me. It does not really matter the place. Home is fine."
Padding along, Rashid carries Harriet, nodding thoughtfully. There's a moment where he doesn't speak as he walks, as if contemplating himself. And then his voice rings with guilt. Not that it contains meaning. The phone provides meaning, in its monotone manner, cold, callous. Emotionless. And ironically in a feminine 'Siri' voice. "I am sorry," it sputters out weakly, as if always on a low charge. "We shall speak more though once we arrive. I will never offer only one way out."
Fairly quiet, Harriet takes it all in stride -- but without actually striding as she is being carried by Rashid. "I trust you, Rashid," she assures the man.
Sams Syndicate Bargain 250104
(Evan's syndicate bargain)
[Fri Jan 3 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 25F(-3C) degrees.
Sam ticks a nod to Evan, Rashid, Lark and Illyana, chuckling softly. "I got a feeling I'm out-financed here."
Rashid yawns and blinks a few times before bowing towards Illyana and Sam. "Assalamu Alaikum, saddiq." Then, slowly, he scrawls out Arabic on to his phone, allowing it to speak for him. "Let us see which khafir is for sale. I am hungry."
Lark looks around, curious.
nodding to Evan, Rashid, Sam and Lark, Illyana holds up a paddle. Speaking slowly enough for Rashid's translation software to pick her words up, and not slow enough to cause insult or be one of those obnoxious people, she greets each, grinning to Rashid. "Let's hope you can eat then, friend."
Illyana nods to Rashid
Lark says "How do we check the current bid?"
Illyana says, sounding amused, "They should give me favour on account of half of them being kin."
Antoinette steps in, taking a seat near the back, seemingly here to observe more than anything.
Chuckling, Sam licks his teeth lightly. He sits down after fist-bumping a guard, and stretches out languidly.
Evan waits off to a side, and lets Lark, Sam and Illyana bid.
Rashid pleasedly bats his eyes at Illyana, watching her with some slight hints of amusement. "Would you like my number, saddiq?" his phone chirps, stormy-grey gaze affixed upon her.
The auctioneer announces that Sam has won the bid and goes over to him to discuss delivery.
The auctioneer announces that Sam has won the bid and goes over to him to discuss delivery.
Evan shakes his head, "That's surprising."
For once in her life, Harriet is not naked during one of these -- it's a freaking miracle.
Antoinette lifts her brows as Harriet is brought out, but says nothing. Clearly while she didn't vocalize anything, she's not going to intervene
Euphemia sighs, looking over to Illyana. "Where is the -- this is it."
"Afternoon." Illyana greets Harriet, as though it were any other meeting. "Long time no see. I trust you're doing well?"
Rashid nods towards Sam, grunting, "I swear by the Screaming Moon and by Allah, that you shall have that which is owed to you."
"Good afternoon," Harriet replies to Illyana, dipping her chin down towards pronounced clavicles as she speaks in her posh British accent that is vaunting clipped tones. "I am doing quite well, thank you, preparing to leave town for a while here in a few weeks. How are you?" This is asked casually, like she's been in this situation a thousand times over and isn't too stressed about being tied up before a group.
"I'm glad to hear it." Illyana nods to Harriet. "And I hope your travels will be good, too."
Sam just ticks a nod to Harriet. "Purely business, yeh?" He just sits down, eyes flicking between Rashid and Harriet. He seems utterly at peace, sitting down at a table.
A sincere smile is offered to Illyana by Harriet as she expresses, "Thank you, I appreciate it." As Sam speaks, she looks to him and replies, "Hardly, I'm sure," as Rashid is moving her about and she becomes like a rag doll.
Rashid dips his head towards Sam in a bow. "I thank you for your deal. I shall contact you once I setup my caravanaserai and the Fedayeen. You seem an amicable merchant," sputters his phone as he speaks. Then he wanders over towards Harriet and picks her up, lugging her over his shoulder. "Come along, Emira Fairfax. We shall speak."
"Appriciate y'all being professional about it all." Sam remarks, both to Rashid, but also to the others present, perhaps a little less to Harriet, as she'd have less choice in the matter.
Harriet is slung over Rashid's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and doesn't put up any fight with her hands bound as they are. "Of course, dear Rashid," she replies to the man who is lugging her around. "I always enjoy a good conversation."
Illyana shrugs a shoulder, "Why wouldn't I be?"
Rashid says "Fi Aminallah"
"People are dumb." Sam shrugs slightly. "Gotta assume it's amateur hour, every day."
Tilting his head aside, Sam picks up Harriet instead, and scratches at his temple. "Chicken dinner."
Harriet is apparently tied to something here.
Looking to one of the syndicate guards, Sam nods a few times, seemingly understanding something only now. "Aight, aight, apoligies gents." he re-takes his seat.
Rashid glances over towards Sam, Lark, Evan, and Illyana, before staring at Harriet, practically salivating. Letting loose a growl, he grumbles.
Harriet scrunches her nose some as she's carried over that shoulder. "I mean, it is fine by me. It does not really matter the place. Home is fine."
Padding along, Rashid carries Harriet, nodding thoughtfully. There's a moment where he doesn't speak as he walks, as if contemplating himself. And then his voice rings with guilt. Not that it contains meaning. The phone provides meaning, in its monotone manner, cold, callous. Emotionless. And ironically in a feminine 'Siri' voice. "I am sorry," it sputters out weakly, as if always on a low charge. "We shall speak more though once we arrive. I will never offer only one way out."
Fairly quiet, Harriet takes it all in stride -- but without actually striding as she is being carried by Rashid. "I trust you, Rashid," she assures the man.