[Past experience has taught Caitlyn that she's not very skilled at going undercover, and that she's even worse at seducing men. So there are only two options if she wants to speak with Maximilian Hawk: break in undetected, or present herself at the front door and demand to see him.
She's in full Hand uniform with a forged letter from Narula stating that she is to have access to the premises on Hand business. Whether that will work or not, she's not sure. But there's only one way to find out.
She takes a deep breath and, with the stiff posture of someone who knows they're doing something wrong and would very much like everyone to avoid noticing them, approaches the door.]
ii. wealth whispers | gambling
[How Caitlyn ended up here, in a seedy den of iniquity, playing a game she doesn't entirely understand the rules of against a whale wearing a hat, even she herself isn't quite sure. She's doing her best to follow a trail of information, and it has, unfortunately, led her here.
She misses Vi every day, but never quite so much as when she's in a situation like this. Everything about her screams 'rich girl that accidentally wandered off the beaten path' and without someone more savvy watching her back, everyone in this place is eyeing her like she's a walking bag of money just waiting to be robbed.]
Red?
[She's never seen a whale roll its eyes before.
She turns to the person next to her and asks quietly,] Do I need to bet on a specific number?
iii. incense
[Can you trust them? You trust too easily. She can almost feel the voice clawing its way through her mind, tendrils under her skull, squeezing, a headache waiting to happen. Trust kills.
Heart in her throat, gut clenching, Caitlyn continues downward, far too aware of the weight of her rifle, snugly concealed in its case, against her back as she watches her companion walk ahead of her.]
It can't be much farther to walk.
[Her voice echoes uncomfortably off the stone.
How much farther until they stab you in the back? a voice whispers inside her head.]
iv. wildcard
[Feel free to wildcard me! If you'd like to plot, my plotting comment is here.]c
caitlyn kiramman | arcane
[Past experience has taught Caitlyn that she's not very skilled at going undercover, and that she's even worse at seducing men. So there are only two options if she wants to speak with Maximilian Hawk: break in undetected, or present herself at the front door and demand to see him.
She's in full Hand uniform with a forged letter from Narula stating that she is to have access to the premises on Hand business. Whether that will work or not, she's not sure. But there's only one way to find out.
She takes a deep breath and, with the stiff posture of someone who knows they're doing something wrong and would very much like everyone to avoid noticing them, approaches the door.]
ii. wealth whispers | gambling
[How Caitlyn ended up here, in a seedy den of iniquity, playing a game she doesn't entirely understand the rules of against a whale wearing a hat, even she herself isn't quite sure. She's doing her best to follow a trail of information, and it has, unfortunately, led her here.
She misses Vi every day, but never quite so much as when she's in a situation like this. Everything about her screams 'rich girl that accidentally wandered off the beaten path' and without someone more savvy watching her back, everyone in this place is eyeing her like she's a walking bag of money just waiting to be robbed.]
Red?
[She's never seen a whale roll its eyes before.
She turns to the person next to her and asks quietly,] Do I need to bet on a specific number?
iii. incense
[Can you trust them? You trust too easily. She can almost feel the voice clawing its way through her mind, tendrils under her skull, squeezing, a headache waiting to happen. Trust kills.
Heart in her throat, gut clenching, Caitlyn continues downward, far too aware of the weight of her rifle, snugly concealed in its case, against her back as she watches her companion walk ahead of her.]
It can't be much farther to walk.
[Her voice echoes uncomfortably off the stone.
How much farther until they stab you in the back? a voice whispers inside her head.]
iv. wildcard
[Feel free to wildcard me! If you'd like to plot, my plotting comment is here.]c