First we take manhattan, then we take berlin. (open)
Who: Brad Crawford, Schuldig, and any and all villains of Rivelata
What: Making contacts with the Rivelata underworld
Where: Bar Hades
When: Day 240, in the evening
Note: You can read details here but TLDR; you will be walking in on a prescient and a telepath. Permission is required for attempts at duplicity. Be careful about the amount of information your character actively thinks about but doesn't say: Schuldig could pick up on it.
Crawford has been guided here, by his Sight, by the strange magical stone, by what was other people's Future but was his Present. He had tried to explain it to Schuldig, once, and the telepath, grounded in the here and now with his Talent, had exclaimed that they way he operated was a logical fallacy.
That he lived in a constant temporal causality loop.
Well, maybe he did.
But predestination paradoxes worked.
At least they worked for him.
He had Seen that he would be here, in this bar, with Schuldig, tonight.
That they would meet important people that they had to meet.
So they came.
They came because he had seen they came because they came.
The past, the present, the future, such artificial barriers meant to placate minds limited in their understanding.
He walked in the bar, in his pristine black suit. Black shirt. Black cravat.
He was Schwartz now, in a way he had never been before.
He looked at his watch.
They were early.
Scanning the bar, he picked a booth in a shady corner, near a room from which wafted the cloying sent of opium.
Because he had Seen it, of course.
But also because he had Seen it because it was the choice he would have made.
Where there was illegal activity, there was always an exit into the street.
He sat down. Ordered a whisky on the rock.
/Keep track of who is coming and going, we don't want any trouble./
What: Making contacts with the Rivelata underworld
Where: Bar Hades
When: Day 240, in the evening
Note: You can read details here but TLDR; you will be walking in on a prescient and a telepath. Permission is required for attempts at duplicity. Be careful about the amount of information your character actively thinks about but doesn't say: Schuldig could pick up on it.
Crawford has been guided here, by his Sight, by the strange magical stone, by what was other people's Future but was his Present. He had tried to explain it to Schuldig, once, and the telepath, grounded in the here and now with his Talent, had exclaimed that they way he operated was a logical fallacy.
That he lived in a constant temporal causality loop.
Well, maybe he did.
But predestination paradoxes worked.
At least they worked for him.
He had Seen that he would be here, in this bar, with Schuldig, tonight.
That they would meet important people that they had to meet.
So they came.
They came because he had seen they came because they came.
The past, the present, the future, such artificial barriers meant to placate minds limited in their understanding.
He walked in the bar, in his pristine black suit. Black shirt. Black cravat.
He was Schwartz now, in a way he had never been before.
He looked at his watch.
They were early.
Scanning the bar, he picked a booth in a shady corner, near a room from which wafted the cloying sent of opium.
Because he had Seen it, of course.
But also because he had Seen it because it was the choice he would have made.
Where there was illegal activity, there was always an exit into the street.
He sat down. Ordered a whisky on the rock.
/Keep track of who is coming and going, we don't want any trouble./