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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...
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T'Lynxtri Court of the Fome Morte Lacrimosa Knight Captain[M:0] member is offline
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a quite night « Thread Started on Oct 17, 2009, 5:08pm »
T’lynx’tri found a seat in a secluded corner where nothing was exactly happening. It was…rather peaceful was the only thought that he was able to think on. It was pleasant without being dead. Or as dead a bar could be. His first thought had been to visit a cemetery however while peaceful one would have a hard time getting a drink from the dead, yes definitely B.Y.O.B. he nursed his drink allowing to find peace in himself as he waited for any of the other unseelie to drop in. Sorcha was not someone he really wanted to see, although with her new crown she should be enjoying the residue of power that it left to her. T’lynx’tri and his brother never thought much about the power enhancers, for him while they were nice the power was fleeting, and of course made targets of one. he would make due as he always had with his sword and his powers.
His mind drifted back to the lion’s Rex if he lived long enough perhaps he would be able to understand why he did what he did. For now it would be best to just avoid him let his hot head cool for a bit. T’lynx’tri short term goal was accomplished of course although a bit too well. How he distrust him so much that perhaps he will be very wary of his brother. But since the truce was called he should find out what is taken that snake so long to return. The truce while temporary will last until the dragon is removed from the board then his brother will go back to being his brother.
Maybe he should just let him have his game and get on with the living of his life. It has been so long that this game has been prolonged that there could be no end just a new beginning. It seemed like perhaps the best way to go about it. he funneled more glamour from the atmosphere of the area into his drink. It gave the drink a sudden but powerful kick. It was moments like these that he found respite from the world and it’s view of him.