Jas
Exceptionally Common
- Location
- Rail Station Compound, The Pound
An abandoned rail station straddled the border of Lupaix and the Phantom Quarter. The rusty tracks peeked out from under thick foliage, like the decaying bones of the hub this used to be. The only signs of life were occasional patrols, each with a cut saying "Bloodstones MC" on them, as they walked the campus.
On one end was the corpse of the rail station itself, the last vestiges of its frame jutting above the unkempt underbrush. On the other, a large, unassuming warehouse. Various buildings scattered the grounds between, the original purposes of most of them having vanished from recent memory. A dilapidated road traveled down the center, entering near the warehouse and terminating at the station.
In the past few weeks, many of these buildings had found new life in the hands of their newest owner: Ragenard Guiscard.
Xandre approached the complex, the limp, partially shifted (and slowly unshifting) body of Pissy McBeanBrains on the back of his bike. As he approached, a figure stepped toward the road, not wearing a cut like the standard patrol. Xandre slowed to a stop.
"Oh, fuck's sake... Liam, who put yeh on duty again!?"
"Oh, Alexandre--no, Xandre!" The prospect's fearful face elicited a minor chuckle from the enforcer. "Er, Julienne said she needed me to watch the road for a bit."
"Well get on with it!" the dwarf snapped back at him. He revved his bike and made his way to a building near the warehouse that served as headquarters. As he drove, he muttered, "Needs must, I guess. That kid needs a spine, though. I'll need to make sure 'e gets some extra attention."
He killed his bike and hopped off, shouldering the limp form easily, and then entered the building. Inside, the vestiges of its former life took form as an array of destroyed boxes and empty crates. It was unclear what was stored here, but it was clear it used to be a storage room. Now, though, it was The Pound.
The back wall had been cleared of all the junk that littered the rest of the building, and three large, empty cages were placed along the wall. The dwarf carried the would-be robber to one of the cages, tossed him in unceremoniously, and shut the door. He produced a key ring from inside his coat and selected a key from it, and locked the door.
Looking at the seemingly lifeless body inside, he cautioned. "I'm gonna get someone here to figure out what to do with yeh." He pulled out his phone and then stopped. He put it back and reached into the same pocket he got the keys from, producing the phone Ragenard had given him days earlier. He unlocked it and took a snapshot of the kid in the cell, then opened up an app called EncrypText and sent the picture along with, "Picked up a stray; wanna meet me at the pound?"
(Context: Late-day Robbery)
On one end was the corpse of the rail station itself, the last vestiges of its frame jutting above the unkempt underbrush. On the other, a large, unassuming warehouse. Various buildings scattered the grounds between, the original purposes of most of them having vanished from recent memory. A dilapidated road traveled down the center, entering near the warehouse and terminating at the station.
In the past few weeks, many of these buildings had found new life in the hands of their newest owner: Ragenard Guiscard.
Xandre approached the complex, the limp, partially shifted (and slowly unshifting) body of Pissy McBeanBrains on the back of his bike. As he approached, a figure stepped toward the road, not wearing a cut like the standard patrol. Xandre slowed to a stop.
"Oh, fuck's sake... Liam, who put yeh on duty again!?"
"Oh, Alexandre--no, Xandre!" The prospect's fearful face elicited a minor chuckle from the enforcer. "Er, Julienne said she needed me to watch the road for a bit."
"Well get on with it!" the dwarf snapped back at him. He revved his bike and made his way to a building near the warehouse that served as headquarters. As he drove, he muttered, "Needs must, I guess. That kid needs a spine, though. I'll need to make sure 'e gets some extra attention."
He killed his bike and hopped off, shouldering the limp form easily, and then entered the building. Inside, the vestiges of its former life took form as an array of destroyed boxes and empty crates. It was unclear what was stored here, but it was clear it used to be a storage room. Now, though, it was The Pound.
The back wall had been cleared of all the junk that littered the rest of the building, and three large, empty cages were placed along the wall. The dwarf carried the would-be robber to one of the cages, tossed him in unceremoniously, and shut the door. He produced a key ring from inside his coat and selected a key from it, and locked the door.
Looking at the seemingly lifeless body inside, he cautioned. "I'm gonna get someone here to figure out what to do with yeh." He pulled out his phone and then stopped. He put it back and reached into the same pocket he got the keys from, producing the phone Ragenard had given him days earlier. He unlocked it and took a snapshot of the kid in the cell, then opened up an app called EncrypText and sent the picture along with, "Picked up a stray; wanna meet me at the pound?"
(Context: Late-day Robbery)
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