Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170630021617/@comment-5999656-20170701031316

(Great start! Let's keep it up. And... give me the benefit of the doubt, yeah? XD)

Lustra strolled down the busy street, blatantly ignoring the curious or derisive stares coming from the people around her at her exaggerated gangster swagger. One hand rested casually in her pocket while the other grasped a Scroll in front of her.

Let's see if the rumors are true...

She took a sharp right turn down a narrow alley, noting the blue dot on her map turn onscreen in tandem as it tracked her direction. A few more minutes and she'd end up right in the concrete thicket where she needed to be.

Mistral's criminal society had long existed alongside the urban, bright face it displayed to visitors from outside kingdoms. The two worlds pressed up alongside one another, both clamoring for the lucrative profits positively oozing from the pockets of tourists. Where there were people, there was money to be made, and not everyone came here for the plastic trinkets. All it took was a simple internet search to tell where the boundary lay.

Lustra tread arrogantly, every footstep sending up small splashes of sidewalk runoff as she walked along in the gloom caused by the two rundown apartments on either side. She slid her Scroll back into her pocket, and a few seconds later emerged into the gray backyards of the Mistralian tenderloin. The shady side shops here were frequented by a darkly different group of buyers. Even as Lustra beelined for her destination, she took note of the scraggly groups meandering from alley to alley, bartering in hushed whispers and casting looks around, as if daring anyone to judge them.

''If it's a black society triad we're dealing with, it's going to be a little more formal than a couple of back-ass outdoor sellers. Then...''

Lustra made her way towards a green-tinted glass storefront, neon lights above blazing out its topical wares amidst a constant buzz of electricity. The deals? Smokes and hookah pipes.

Allegedly.

She shoved open the smeared glass door with a dramatic discord of tinkling from the small bronze bells attached to the handle. The shopkeeper, a wiry young man with gelled up hair, angled her suspiciously from behind the counter as she stopped dead center in his store and cast around. Both hands were shoved defiantly into the pockets of her worn jean jacket. Which was, of course, nothing more than an illusion of her semblance.

"Yes?" he growled after a pointed silence.

"I want to know where I can buy weapons. Huntress weapons," Lustra drawled.

The man frowned at her and leaned over the counter.

"Who the hell are you?" he hissed menacingly.

Lustra took no note of it, instead sauntering up to the counter so she was standing erect before him. She stopped short, and in one deft motion pulled out her war fan with one hand, and whipped it open with a dramatic bang as it embedded vertically in the scratched countertop. The shopkeeper gave an involuntary jump in his seat at the loud noise, and he glared at the black silk of the unfolded Tessen as if there were some hidden message in the eight white trigrams stitched into the design.

"I heard there was a certain triad in the area that sold tailored Hunter's weapons. First time I asked for it to be delivered, and they send me this. How the fuck am I supposed to use this? I want a real weapon, and I want brought in person this time."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Lustra leaned forward so she was inches from the man's face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Don't tell me you don't know exactly what I'm talking about?" she sneered. "Shame, because you look just like -"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Alright alright alright, don't get your hair in a bundle. I'll get you a contact with the Qing. Damn, no need to get straight to the action," he said nervously. Seemed the kid wasn't the brawler type. That, or Lustra's persona was a little too keen. Whatever the reason, the shopkeep pulled out a large red binder and began flipping through it. Lustra raised her eyebrows at the apparent extensiveness of this shop's criminal connections, but she said nothing.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Hope this is a good enough platform for your next post. Feel free to control the shopkeep if it helps)