06-23-2017, 06:22 PM
Hendy and Enel continued down the road, the handyman opening the cigar case and pulling out a fat brown hand-rolled. "Ahhh...crisp." He drew it across his nose and inhaled deeply. "Good taste, this Karl Jak." He bit the end of it off, spitting the chunk of cigar on the ground and holding the other end upwards. Snapping his fingers, a green flame flickered into being, the Ravnos puffing deeply as he made the verdant illusion real for long enough to light it.
He blew a cloud of smoke over the road, watching the raindrops disperse the fog of finely scented tobacco smoke. The pensive silence was disrupted as Enel let out a barking laugh, reading from his tablet. "What a fattie! Ha! I bet you are enjoying those donuts, fattie!"
"Pardon me, my Lord. But, uh...what are you laughing at?" Hendy asked curiously, leaning over Enel's shoulder. The God scoffed. "Nothing, really. A policeman, stuffing his face with pastry. So stereotypical.
A policeman.
Iiinnnteresting.
"Where, uh, where's about is that?" The Ravnos asked eagerly, idly sucking in another thick cloud of smoke into his dessiccated lungs. This. This was what he'd been sensing, what his connection to the plane of maya had been raising the hairs on the back of his neck. This cop, this public servant was here for him.
That bust on the upper east side, that dirtbag who'd been trying to copy the Amaranth. It was him what had busted that operation. Which had been a big favor to the Jacks, but it gave Harlan chills. A big anti-crime campaign like that would overturn a lot of teakettles he had spoons in. This cop needed to be dealt with.
And an environment such as this was the perfect spot to do it in. This was why he'd come, even if he hadn't known it at the time.
Enel looked up, extending a hand.
"I will tell you...if you give me one of those cigars."
He blew a cloud of smoke over the road, watching the raindrops disperse the fog of finely scented tobacco smoke. The pensive silence was disrupted as Enel let out a barking laugh, reading from his tablet. "What a fattie! Ha! I bet you are enjoying those donuts, fattie!"
"Pardon me, my Lord. But, uh...what are you laughing at?" Hendy asked curiously, leaning over Enel's shoulder. The God scoffed. "Nothing, really. A policeman, stuffing his face with pastry. So stereotypical.
A policeman.
Iiinnnteresting.
"Where, uh, where's about is that?" The Ravnos asked eagerly, idly sucking in another thick cloud of smoke into his dessiccated lungs. This. This was what he'd been sensing, what his connection to the plane of maya had been raising the hairs on the back of his neck. This cop, this public servant was here for him.
That bust on the upper east side, that dirtbag who'd been trying to copy the Amaranth. It was him what had busted that operation. Which had been a big favor to the Jacks, but it gave Harlan chills. A big anti-crime campaign like that would overturn a lot of teakettles he had spoons in. This cop needed to be dealt with.
And an environment such as this was the perfect spot to do it in. This was why he'd come, even if he hadn't known it at the time.
Enel looked up, extending a hand.
"I will tell you...if you give me one of those cigars."
Quote:Hendy splitting from Enel and moving from C5 to C17
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”