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Jul 28, 2009 14:02

Who: The Corinthian and Grave Robber
Where: Somewhere in the Abyss
When: Night
Summary: The nightmare is looking for another business opportunity.
Rating: PG-13 to start
Other: --

( As one opportunist to another )

graverobber, the corinthian

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your_zydrate July 29 2009, 02:13:55 UTC

GraveRobber was finishing a transaction behind an old shopfront, whose windows had been lost long ago; no one bothered to board them up. There was nothing to protect here but ash and dust. Sometimes people squatted here, shivering in their need.

He looked up as the client skittered away, to see the pale-haired man; now there was a sight, not a drop of fear or worry on him.

"Evening, friend." He said, returning the other's smile with one of his own.

modeofbehavior July 29 2009, 15:03:04 UTC

The nightmare strolled up with silent ease and the self-confidence of a noble. He glanced down to the scattered junkies, lost souls and addicts all. Their desperation came off in waves. Perhaps their needs differed in name, but all were wanting. All had crawled to this dealer like sinners seeking absolution.

"Evening," the Corinthian returned in a light, careless tone. His gaze turned up from some barely-clothed wretch of a woman to settle on the pale figure, chin tilted at a cocky angle as he took him in. ...Yes, this was the man he'd come for. He recognized the voice.

A smile. "I was wondering where you'd be holding court. Your throne moves so often."

your_zydrate July 30 2009, 11:51:55 UTC

"Have to keep them on their toes," He answered, with a quick smile. "A man has to amuse himself somehow."

This one was different - maybe unique in that; GraveRobber had seen his like maybe once before, if that. Someone who wasn't easily bought or sold, someone who lived by their own code.

"Shall we walk?" A gesture, almost courtly.

modeofbehavior July 30 2009, 23:17:13 UTC

"And what a cheap amusement." The Corinthian's gaze fell again to one of the drifting souls. Oh, what a handsome young man. Such pretty eyes, even glazed over as they were. He stared a moment, then lifted his head and nodded. Yes, a walk would suit.

"I'm here to do business," he said without preamble once they'd moved away from the group. "I'm known as the Corinthian; we spoke once on the Network."

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