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" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 7 2 9 6 2 1 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " c o u c h 1 " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " c o u c h 1 " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 7 2 9 6 2 1 7 }

thanks' as I look over to see you

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
She listened as you explained how things were with your father, and she squeezed your hand back tightly letting you know she was there always to support you.

She is sure that time is what he needs, and as for the woman he is with she seems to be good for him though, maybe she is helping him to handle his grief.

She could not help but to smile when you began to tell Te'Sirian about the Black. She has two siblings now and her mother is very happy talk about how life's can change

Casually, as if she didn't mean for it to happen, the strap just happened to catch on the edge of the kalmak - drawing it open as it passed - exposing her softness - the peak tightened as she offered the bota

Commander, a bota of paga for You

Seeing that you've gone, she stops her actions to try and make you a drink. Going about her business here.

The water thrown over the mess ,she turns as she hears her Masters voice call out for her to come ,the wind had picked up and the waves were crashing against the wooden ship ,djinn grabs the rail and places one foot before another pulling herself forwards the wind lifting her long flaxen mane forming a trail behind her like a thousand kite strings,the spray from the sea kissing her face with tiny stings as she reaches her Master,ensuring she is not in his way but near enough to feel safe...

jerks back at the snap giggling...she would have fun tonight...she'd gotten used to the wagon rocking...she actually loved it

glances over at the karija that kneels before her owner serving him

greetings wench. smiles and nods towards her

Okay. Now I just need to get 'Ree involved in something.

"One black whiskey, comin up!"

Nods and moves now to make that for you.

~winks at , then spotting gemm in services~

Gang Territory
(l/p)

#r-ncsouth Hideo doesn't like funerals

~chuckles as I hear a wager, then the banter that followed a loud roar of laughter followed with botas been drank, then one of them started to dance, behaps he drank the cruds~

bye

Somehow, the calendar keeps moving

black wiskie

grins as My eyes roam the curves of the lovely sweet hipped girl in her brief camp slaves attire

yes I could likely drink one by Myself.

"You're welcome."

Smiles and then moves away to continue doing other things.

Gang Territory
The youngbloods, they haven't all done this before. Rei is personal for them.

(It is personal for Hideo. It is wildly personal for Hideo, but he pulls himself in to the cold place where the little strategist pulls levers and pushes buttons because he knows that's the best way to get results.)

This funeral should be about Rei. Maybe it is for the people who could leave. For the ones who've stayed, for the Claws, it's less about Rei than it is about who killed her.

Hideo moves among them. They pay attention when he speaks. Some get words of comfort. Shin, who'd dated Rei for a while and mostly works on keeping eddies moving where the Claws want them to move. Asa, who'd been there the night of the fight and sported a fresh scar on one cheek and a fresh tattoo to match it on the other.

Others get Hideo's hardass voice. Tank, who snuck in a bottle of malt liquor and is intent on going straight from the funeral to Mox territory to "burn it down." Hokkaido Joe, who was there the night of the fight and 'greeted' Hideo by asking him when he was going to get off his ass and do something.

Most get a mix of the two. Mourn today. Let it be about the woman they all lost. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow they can hit back, and they will.