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Chicago...Home of a population of over three million people.
Despite what is known Chicago is not the only corrupt City;
It is not the Second City;
It is not even a distinctly solely American City.
It was all those things once and maybe will be again.
Chicago is Chicago.
It has always had a strange affinity of death about it. It has always had its own elegance. A certain way that a hog butchered here was a 'Chicago' butchered hog. Its broad shouldered way of doing things was as distinctive as a Marshall Fields Gabardine over coat.
But this last year death has come to roost in its winter home. The death toll skyrocketed as the value of both life and the dollar plummetted. Monsters roamed both the light of day and the darkest nights. Chicago's Underworld the vast nebulous entity that was as eponymous as an american made car in detroit took several major hits. The canvas had been torn. The Capo de Capo's of the family that held reign with an iron fist... sent to the next world in a blaze of glory.
The beleagured and beset officers of Chicago's RPIT being threatened with Federal Intervention. Their numbers dwindled to a emaciated levels.
The Lycanthropes scrabbling for cohesion while maintaining their anonymity. Losing their way beneath the weight of disappearances, debacles, and deaths.
The Fae seeking a voice lost to their own machinations.
All the while the Undead sit behind their ivory castles watching as the city broils like the runoff of a charnel house. Their is a plan afoot but will anyone survive the coming storms of winter.
Welcome to Chicago...
Arm yourself.
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Ollie Ollie Oxen Free « Thread Started on Oct 14, 2009, 11:59am »
Tempus leaned against the shadowed trunk of the dogwood looking out over the wide expanse of the preseves. He stood watching the silent unseen. There was a story to be seen in the subtle deviations of light as it trickled through the boughs and leaves of the forest. While the beauty of the scene was not lost on him his mind was busy reconstructing a crime. The crime as it were that had taken place here nearly a year ago. His senses as sharp as they were, as attuned as they were still could manage nothing more than the faintest of truths from the verdant greenery. He cursed his timing. If he had been here in Chicago during the eye of the maelstrom he could have subverted the monsters successes. Now he was stuck playing catch-up. Sadly that was not good enough. There was nothing left but the shadow of a faded light. All trace elements gone dissipated into the good green earth. Stubbing out his cigarette he retreived the butt and slunk back into the undergrowth. In his wake nothing was left save the ever slackening scent of burning cloves.
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