#Verald Fawxul

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Playing your cards right by .. making yourself appear to be the same kind of person that sparon regularly attacks? ?

Verald: Ok, I'll dumb it down for you. Try to keep up.

Verald: He's not my friend. I dont want him to like me. I want him to do what is better for my rebels. Id spit in his face if it meant he'd benefit them more.

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mr emerald leader may i ask how your meeting with Sparon went ?

Verald: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Verald: Ah, perfect. It was perfect! I must admit, it was a great demonstration by my troops. You had to see that highblood the second he registered we were on even footing. Easy to manupilate, you can never have a thrill match the feel of seeing a highblood reconsider his position.

Verald: And luckily, they are easy to anger. I was expecting Id have to force him to assist in getting rid of crisom.

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Highblood

Your troops readied their weapons as the door opened, from the darkness red dots landed on his violet jacket, some reflecting from the goggles on his neck. He easily towered over most of your rebels, no doubt they were terrified of the troll.

"Finally. Kept us waiting long enough!" You flash a grin as he is forced to take a seat, giving looking around the room and trying to analyze the situation  "I doubt you expected anything less when you asked for an audiance Violet." He is forced to grin and wave it off "Haha, of course. Ive heard of your... fame, to say the least." "Good, good. Your messages to be believed, you are after a fucking redblood. Really a shame someone your caste couldnt fucking do shit on his own." He smiles and nods along, looking down at you with a condescending glare, like letting a grub finish off his rambling.

"And here I was assuming you are of notable talent, someone that could be of use. I'm shocked to see your admission otherwise, but thank you, for not wasting my time." He keeps up his arrogant smile as he moves to get up. To your suprise certainly, prompting a growl from you, "sit back." One of your men shoot the door frame.

He does as he's told as you recalculate your plans. If he's so comfortable with ending the meeting, he must have another lead. Perhaps Soulfire's gang could also supply him with Crisom's whereabouts...but you doubt he would come to you first, even if what you have heard of him was accurate. "Explain what you're here to beg for." You already know, "First off, a proper greeting is in order. Sparon Tarton, Storming Saviour, full time vigilante. And youre Verald Fawxul. Leader of the emeralds. One of the local rebels, Crisom, had picked up my attention. You know where he is."  You squint, "I might."

"Its beneficial for both of us if you did. You find him to be a power hungry nuisance, distracting your efforts of... whatever it is you do," his smile dims down, "I find him to be a scum I wish to rip the spine out of and watch him die in a puddle of his own blood. You give me his whereabouts, and I scorch his rebels under brilliant lightning." His voice echoes in the room, contrasting with his friendly entrance, enhanced by his larger stature. Good. You didnt want to bother with his fake smiles.

Yet, you let out a sigh. "Cant do that. If I could, Id already put his head on a wall," "Unfortunate." "He has multiple bases. Rebel standart. Most I can give is a list, but I cant storm each of em. I dont have the cannon fodder to do so with ease."

"Cannon fodder?" "These guys." You gesture around the room, grinning ear to ear, witha hint of joy in your voice, "dont act shocked Violet, we both know how things work here. Just cause Im not one of you, doesnt mean I'll hesitate to send them to their death if it meant Id finish that bastard off." He squints at you. Its. Hard to read his expression, how much of it is leftover from his talk about Crisom, and how much is getting upset seeing he doesnt have a leg up against you. "You remind me of a friend. Im sure you'd hate eachother." Oh joy. You almost want to drag this on to get more of this so called captain's troubled expression.

But you have matters to attend, "You perhaps could help with man power." He lets out a thoughtful hum, "of course. My friend and I can clean one of the bases Im sure. But you are not to kill him yourself. The fuchsia wants the honor." "Heh, thats an easy deal. I just want him gone. Dont care who does it." "Good."

He moves to leave, you halt him before he makes his exit, "Im sure your alliance will be a great asset. Thanks for the visit." You flash the same shit eating grin. You says nothing, merely glaring you down, before closing the door. You can almost hear lightning buzzing in the air.

"Well boys, another great one wasnt it? Drinks on me."