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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 29, 2021 19:08:53 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade was spending the day in the city and with doing so, attempted to schedule as many meetings as he could. Visiting his establishments to see their runnings was of course one of the most important priorities when in the heart of the city. Check ins with those responsible for their success, his associates with whom he had partnerships with . . . Slade was managing to have a very productive start. His next scheduled meeting was one with Isabel Mayfield.
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While his ownership of her establishment was discreet -- which was not an uncommon circumstance for Slade -- he still had to visit to ensure all was well and there was nothing she needed his assistance with. It was far easier to conduct these meetings in person, and at the business itself. So stepping out of the carriage, accompanied by his two guards whom he said could wait for him to return, Slade made his way to the front woman as she then directed him towards the Madame's office. Making his way there, he lightly knocked on the door before proceeding to push it a little further open with the bottom of his cane. "Miss Mayfield," he greeted, stepping into the room.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 29, 2021 3:03:54 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN There were not many things that would enrage the Crime Lord, nor were there many instances where he had felt genuine anger. Fortunately, his empire was strong, surrounding himself with the most trustworthy and skillful group of individuals that ever did walk the Earth. But, there was indeed one particular . . . circumstance that would leave Slade undoubtedly furious. And that, was when harm was brought to those he cared about. So when he received news that Ciaran O'Malley had been kidnapped, and that there was a ransom note attached . . . Slade had just fallen quiet. Too quiet. For what he lacked in words, he compensated with actions. And while he was already laconic in conversation . . . anger made him fall even more silent. But it could be felt. Filling the air that would send a chill down anyone's spine from the sheer ferocity, the utter severity of it. So in this moment, Slade had only two words to offer. "Find him." And he would tear the city apart.
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Using every resource available, and even ones that were not, he stormed through any establishment where there was even a whisper of who had done this; who had taken even the most minimal of parts in this ploy. It was not about the money. Slade could pay the money. It was about Ciaran and . . . he knew the man well enough that he would not go quietly. So therefore, he knew that whomever had taken him, would have left their mark. And for that, they would pay. Slade did not rest, nor allow any others to until they received a name. Until it was confirmed as to who he was dealing with. The money would be delivered, but Slade would ensure that every single person within this group, was slaughtered. He used this same force to kill anyone who came into their path affiliated with this group, ensuring they no longer had allies. That they were stripped of all connections. And any informants, anyone who aided them, was handled as well.
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Whereabouts of Ciaran had been revealed. He was in a warehouse by the docks, heavily protected by whatever men they had left . . . but ones who would not know the action Slade had taken in the city, for they were undoubtedly stationed here, guarding the apprehended. Slade held a small bag that contained the money. He was after all, a man of his word. But the moment the warehouse doors were opened, and Slade saw even at a distance, even in this darkness, the battered Irishman . . . mercy and compliance were far from Rueben's mind. Shots filled the air, the men guarding and securing this exchange falling lifelessly to the ground. Did they truly think, that it would be so easy? Did they truly believe, that they could take Ciaran and that there would be no repercussions? Anyone else -- anyone outside his group of dearest friends and allies -- perhaps. But most certainly, not Ciaran O'Malley.
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He approached the barley conscious man, his gloved hand upon his chin to lift his head as it felt limp. Inspecting him, and knowing that their physician would already be awaiting them at his estate. Hearing him somewhat coherently say his name, giving a smile, Slade slightly clenched his jaw. There were moments, where the stoic male felt as if he could become undone. But unravelling served no one, and right now . . . emotions were best kept back. But the Irishman's words, sent a shot right into Slade's heart. Rueben lowered his head a little, hunching over so that his head was level to Ciaran's; so that his eyes were level to his. So that O'Malley could see him, and know that he was not only a man of his word, but now one of the utmost sincerity.
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"You were wrong." His words strong, firm, and also . . . reflective of the loyalty he felt towards him. A seemingly simplistic statement, but one that held so much power and strength, particularly in Slade's belief of them. And his urging, his demand to never let Ciaran believe otherwise. For he was wrong; so incredibly wrong for thinking that it was not worth the risk. He had destroyed the entire gang out of the anger and rage; out of punishment and consequence . . . for laying a single finger upon this man. Once his hands were no longer bound, Rueben took a small step back to allow the others to help O'Malley to this feet. Slade's own physical limitations preventing him from being able to assist in this manner. "The carriage is not far," he assured him, needing him to make it only a few steps towards it and should he be unable to . . . they would carry him.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 29, 2021 2:41:25 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Slade could see her genuine happiness over this idea, accepting it and embracing it. It did give relief to the crime lord though he would not admit as such. For he wished for Clara to be content . . . happy. He owed her a great deal and while he had quickly learned that she was quite a jovial individual, he still wished never to do anything to compromise that. Hearing her give assurance that her mother would welcome Evelina, and make such plans to take her shopping and to historical locations . . . well, it was constant assurance that he had indeed, forever made the right choice as to who to entrust with his daughter.
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"That would be good," he agreed with her. "But I do expect continued discretion as to who she is." Meaning his daughter. Being in the city would place a larger target on his back. It was smaller, more congested. There was more happening and more distractions. A larger sea of people and thus, easier to blend in for them to target him. Out here, they were distanced, secured and safe. There . . . it would be quite the opposite. "You will also be accompanied by a minimum of two guards at all times." Just as it was here, but . . . Slade would be far more diligent there. Giving a slight smile at the mention of Gilly, they both knew the answer though he could appreciate her teasing inquiry.
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"We both know it will not go well, should we inform either of them they will be separated for the next several months." Which meant, Sir Gilly would be accompanying them. "We still start the travel arrangements within the next two days." For there was much to plan and Slade preferred getting there a little earlier. He did have business to conduct for he would not have as much time in the evenings due to the countless social events. And of course, he would have family to deal with as well.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 29, 2021 2:27:05 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade listened as Clara revealed that they had nothing planned for tomorrow, the conformation boding well for Slade's own plans of how to occupy her evening. "She will be spending the evening with Ciaran's family," he told Clara. There were few he trusted with the care of his daughter; many of his closest friends among them. But his words held purpose, further revealing that she would not need worry about caring for Evelina for the evening. That she would be somewhere safe, and protected. "If you are not otherwise engaged--" Because now that her evening had freed up, he wished to ensure that she had not already hoped to have other plans, perhaps with her own family or any friends in the city.
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"Then I should like to invite you to attend Lady Danbury's ball with me." One he knew that would not mind an additional guest; after all, the more that attended her event, the more she could familiarize herself with their affairs -- as she so often did. Slade spoke the words in the same stoic nature he so often did, a casualness to them, as if he was merely asking her to have tea in the garden. He knew the magnitude of what he was inviting her to, and yet . . . offered it to her without making it sound as if he had never done so. Truthfully, he had never asked a woman to attend this sort of event with him. But, as he previously acknowledged, his gratitude and loyalty to a person was more reflected in actions, rather than words. And of course, his words held room for her to reject the offer . . . though, he did not consider that to be an option, having trusted his judgement and what he knew of her.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 29, 2021 2:17:05 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Upon her greeting, Slade just gave a short nod, non verbally greeting her in return. It was not out of rudeness -- though he was often, unaffected by the feelings of many others. But in this case, he was not attempting impoliteness. He was far too focused on his body's uncontrollable reactions; at least internally. Outwardly, he was managing to remain composed -- for now. And then, she drew closer and placed a hand on his shoulder. He slightly stiffened at the feeling. A gesture meant to offer comfort and reassurance, instead made him feel grounded and trapped. The only reason he had not leaped out of his seat yet, was because the area she touched was of course covered by his shirt and coat on top. There was no skin to skin contact.
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Then, she moved to sit on him. The weight of her further grounding him, but in a way that left him uneasy. Flashes of that large pile of bodies on top of him raced through his mind; their weight prohibiting any movement. Any chance of escape, lost. Leaving him helpless. He could feel his heart racing. He did not hear her question for following her words, she reached to brush some of his hair from his face. Everything came rushing back at alarming speed; every sense of his ignited, taking him back to those hours -- days under them. The smell. The feeling of the cold skin, moistened only by the blood that seeped from them. Darkness that consumed him, only a slight peek of light that seeped through between the arms and legs of the pile. And the nothingness. The way his voice dried from trying to cry out for help so loudly and continuously . . . only returned with silence. He felt as if he was back there; trapped, vulnerable, as good as dead.
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It was the second that she touched him, that he pushed her off and scrambled to the side, not even considering his leg which caused him to stumble to the ground. And it didn't even matter for in this moment, he needed space; distance from her -- from anyone. "Do not touch me!" He demanded, crawling towards the wall and while the room was not large, it was the furthest he could get away from her. He cared not how pitiful he might look or how vulnerable he was. That he did not even reach for his cane. His body, mind, every inch of him felt like he was back underneath that pile of corpses. The closest to hell he could ever imagine.
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He curled up against the wall, back resting against the cold hard wall, as he drew his knees up towards him. His elbows propped upon his knees as he hung his shoulders, dropping his head in his hands. His breathing was rapid, and he felt drops of sweat upon his forehead. His entire body trembled, shaking, and he was powerless to stop it. "Do not touch me," he breathed, voice strained but deeply spoke; deeply pained. He felt as if he was suffocating; his chest tight from the lack of air. He felt like he was that boy, he felt like he was back there . . . in that dreaded place.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 28, 2021 21:14:51 GMT
Updated to include the role of a Physician!
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 28, 2021 1:01:56 GMT
 Tag: Keya Note: better gif coming soon! never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade was currently sitting in his office in one of his many establishments. This particular business was a club; nothing overly suspicious on the surface and thus, no need to be inconspicious or hidden in claim of its ownership. It was a place he was able to conduct business, well protected and well staffed. He was looking through his ledger to see the profit of his business affairs. One in particular however, was rather straining Rueben's mind. He had sent one of his men to collect from another who was deep in debt . . . and the man's response, was that he shot him. Anger had soared through Slade though he made no verbal show of it.
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His anger was best demonstrated through his actions, and so he put a price on the man's head who had shockingly enough sense to make himself scarce. He lacked the sense to not shoot at one of his men, however knew that he best run. And when Slade caught him, he would make him pay. Even though his guard lived through it, the Crime Lord would not let such actions go unpunished. There were consequences; repercussions to such things. And he would not have gotten to where he is now, or hold onto the power he did have if he let such things slide and remain unanswered. And so, it would forever be on the meticulous man's mind, until they set this issue to rest.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 23:55:43 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. While Slade knew that the social season brought with it endless social events to occupy one's evening and even occasionally afternoon, it was rather tiresome. It affected his business endeavours, often going from the event to his dealings which resulted in late nights returned to the home. And what he consistently noticed, was that Clara always waited for him to return home. He missed moments with Evelina, and she often updated him on the occurrences of the day. It prompted him to wish to do something for her in return . . . a gesture of gratitude. Payment only went so far and having learned of her nature, he was able to determine that money was not what she valued most.
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It was a necessity to be sure, but not what she held dear to heart. Experience, seemed to be more valuable and it gave Slade an idea of how he could properly thank her for all her help during this time. Entering the residence from an early meeting he went into the drawing room, noticing Clara sitting there with Gilly at her feet. The absence of Evelina meant that she was napping. "Miss Honeyfield," he greeted, removing his hand as he proceeded into the room, taking a seat on the chair across from her. Gilly rose from his seated position, moving towards Slade to rest his head in Rueben's lap. Accustomed to this, Rueben instinctively began to stroke the top of the goat's head. "Is there anything on your schedule for tomorrow evening?" He asked, wondering first if she had secured plans to spend time with her family, or to take Evelina there. He wished to be certain before extending an invitation to her.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 23:20:10 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade was in the city conducting business. While venturing from his country estate was not often done with reluctance or need for haste, this time was different. For this time . . . he was a father. The birth of his daughter had opened up a part of him, a part of his heart that he did not know he was capable of feeling. Emotions he did not know he was capable of experiencing. While he was not an outwardly emotional individual, his daughter so naturally drew it out of him. Holding her, caressing her cheek, letting her tiny finger curl around his hand . . . none of these things triggered his aversion to skin to skin contact and he was relieved for it. It was one of the few things he could not control so to not have to cope with the absence of touching his daughter, was indeed a relief.
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While his business affairs were mostly complete, he decided to pay visit to someone whom he often saw whenever time allowed them. Whenever distance was not a hindrance. She had become someone he felt he could trust, the years they knew each other having caused them to shape and grow into what they now shared. A respect, an understanding . . . a loyalty. He also wished to check in on her to ensure that all was well, and that no one caused her trouble or harm. With his empire having grown so significantly -- especially since their first meeting -- he could now offer her more than just the promise of not telling her madam that she did not perform adequately. After all, she had given him respect and discretion in return. So he felt, obligated to protect her. Their previous encounters had been comfortable and engaged in with ease. He expected no differently from this only, but holding only the thought of whether such ease would allow him to reveal the birth of his daughter.
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Making his way inside the establishment, he paid the Madam, requesting the same person he always did as she escorted him to a room where Isabel would be joining him. Rueben entered, the door left open as he awaited deep into the room, practically standing in the corner until the door was pushed open and she entered, A slight smile touched his lips as he watched her, giving her a small nod of greeting. "Miss Mayfield." He was well aware that other men used vulgar tongues when referring to women in her line of work . . . but for Rueben, she had most certainly earned his respect -- which was not easy to do.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 23:08:56 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade did not want to be here . . . and yet, he had not held strong enough objections. His cousins had told him that it was time he became a man, making assumptions by his seemingly lack of interest in females, that he was shy and awkward when it came to . . . physical pleasures. But for Rueben Slade, shyness and awkwardness had nothing to do with it. The distance he felt towards them, was more to do with his traumas that seemed to haunt him. He had learned after the incident that anytime he felt the skin of another, even in the most innocent of ways, he brought his mind and emotional state back to those days he had spent trapped under a pile of corpses. Now, clothing was his protection; his armour.
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Yet it was not how he wished to live. So perhaps a part of him did want this, on some level. To prove that he could. To prove that a past incident had no control over him. So while he did not want to be here, perhaps he needed to be here. He was currently sitting on a chair, a woman having been paid for for the night. Rueben just sat there, trying to imagine what it would be like to feel the touch of a stranger . . . to feel the warmth of her skin. Hearing her enter, Rueben sat up a little straighter, his bare hands rested upon his knees. He had a stoic nature to him, where his expressions had become somewhat unreadable -- infuriating his family to no end. But in situations like this, it proved to be most beneficial.
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He watched the young woman who was undeniable beautiful. His cousins had indeed chosen well, as if to say there is no reason not to now at this point. Was he to say something? He tended to be one of few words but was there an expectation for him to speak? His eyes instead, followed hers, his body making no move to approach her. The cane set at his side perhaps indicated why -- another hindrance as so believed by his cousins, that he was a cripple. So instead of words, or taking initiative, he just sat there, watching her closely, reading what he could for as he was a man of little talk . . . he was a keen observer. And it was all he could do to focus on the here, the now, the woman before him . . . rather than the past.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 17:28:42 GMT
Misfits & Associates [break][break] Below is a list of Slade's current MISFITS & ASSOCIATES that are being actively played on the site.
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- MISFITS: these are among Slade's most trusted and loyal friends. They work for him in some capacity and he is fiercely protective and loyal to them. Many of them have different upbringings, and belong to different ranks within society. But the commonality remains, that Slade would trust these people with his life. They are also privy to Slade's more personal affairs, including the existence of his daughter as they are trusted to ensure her protection and care as well. Positions for MISFITS are currently open.
- ASSOCIATES:: these are people who Slade does business with, whether it is legal or illegal. Business among these individuals are conducted with the utmost discretion. There are some associates of his that Slade trusts more than others, though majority of them still work for him in some capacity. He is not as close or necessarily protective of these people, but still handles his business with care and consideration. Should they prove to be a loyal associate, he will return the favour. Positions for ASSOCIATES are currently open.
[break][break] click HERE to see his list of wanted ads[break][break] hover over each box to see more details about the character [break][break] Misfits & Associates [break][break] Below is a list of Slade's current MISFITS & ASSOCIATES that are being actively played on the site.
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- MISFITS: these are among Slade's most trusted and loyal friends. They work for him in some capacity and he is fiercely protective and loyal to them. Many of them have different upbringings, and belong to different ranks within society. But the commonality remains, that Slade would trust these people with his life. They are also privy to Slade's more personal affairs, including the existence of his daughter as they are trusted to ensure her protection and care as well. Positions for MISFITS are currently open.
- ASSOCIATES:: these are people who Slade does business with, whether it is legal or illegal. Business among these individuals are conducted with the utmost discretion. There are some associates of his that Slade trusts more than others, though majority of them still work for him in some capacity. He is not as close or necessarily protective of these people, but still handles his business with care and consideration. Should they prove to be a loyal associate, he will return the favour. Positions for ASSOCIATES are currently open.
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Clara Honeyfield
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Slade met Clara when her younger brother attempted to pickpocket from him. Slade took him back to his house, and was introduced to a woman who he quickly saw a nurturing side to. With his wife at the time pregnant, Slade offered a job to Clara and she would eventually be much more than just a governess. She is an incredibly important person to Slade as she has one of the most vital jobs: taking care of his daughter Evelina, and of course, Sir Gilly. The two have a close bond and he ensures that she never wants for anything.[break][break] |
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James Vaughn
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Vaughn serves as a supplier of sorts for Slade. With Vaughn aware of his risky business, Slade aids in arranging the safe docking and transport of resources, most of which can only be found overseas and/or are extremely high in worth. Rueben expects to be paid for his involvement, making them associates. However, as he is a pirate and thus, untrustworthy by nature, Slade has Keya keep a close eye on him to ensure he does not attempt to swindle, rip him off, or do business with his rivals. [break][break] |
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Jude Turner
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Jude is a close friend of Slade's and perhaps the only one who knows of his traumatic experience. He trusts Jude with not only his own life, but the life of his daughter, Evelina. More details of his specific role in working for Slade will be added soon![break][break] |
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Keya
Keya and Slade first met when she delivered a man that Slade had a price on. Recognizing of her skill in being able to apprehend him without aid, he began to enlist her services for a variety of tasks. Each one she performed to perfection. She soon became Slade's go to person, carrying out important errands regarding his business, delivering news and reporting back, and anything else that Slade required which were considered too important to appoint anyone else to. She also has the specific task of keeping Vaughn in check for Slade prefers not to deal with the pirate directly. Slade relies on her strongly and trusts her as she does him, with mutual loyalty between the two.[break][break] |
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 1:22:09 GMT
( share ) : our muses share a bed so the other doesn't have to be alone.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 1:20:31 GMT
A Moment of Weakness
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 1:13:51 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade emphatically agreed with Clara's words, of the goat being rather clumsy. And yet, there was a . . . joy to him. He was a joyful creature in all the ways he was able to move and the small bleating noises that were growing progressively stronger as he recovered. He was a kid though, and in some way . . . could envision him and Evelina growing together. Especially with how much she loved the animal. How could he deny her that? She now expected the goat to remain with them forever and Slade . . . lacked the ability to tell her otherwise.
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Even though it was a most unconventional pet to have outside of a farm. He glanced at Cara while she looked at Evelina, then turning his gaze to his daughter and the kid whilst Clara reached for the refreshments. "She wishes to keep him," Slade stated, almost avoiding eye contact with Clara as he said it. He knew that it was assumed . . . but this also opened the conversation to him having, accepted her desire. And the reason Clara would need be informed . . . is that it would not only be Evelina in her charge, but also the goat. Who Evelina had apparently named Gilberto, or Sir Gilly. As if it could not be any more . . . . . . unconventional.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Dec 27, 2021 1:01:30 GMT
what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN What is it to him. A valid question indeed. For ordinarily, Slade would not stop for a fallen man. His loyalties not to strangers. And yet, Slade saw something within him. The same intuitive feeling he got when meeting each of his hand picked guards for the first time. A resilience and strength. And of course, a sharp tongue which Slade would not condemn him for. He after all, had a distinct feeling that it was that same feature, that landed him into such troubles. So Slade left the question unanswered as he watched the man rise to his feet, thanking him.
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Another interesting reveal about his character; that he accepted what was offered. That he expressed gratitude, sincere or not. Slade took a small step back now that he was somewhat stand upright, commenting on the rich quality of the fabric. "I will leave that to you to decide should you wish to exchange it for coin." His way of saying that he did not need it back, nor did he deny that its expense. But it was no matter to Slade. "And where is it that you are employed?" He was curious as to this man's occupation; if he did in fact hold a steady one. Right now, intrigue was set in for the Crime Lord and he intended to gather information about him before making his intentions of it known.
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