Post by Jack of Blades on Feb 29, 2012 10:08:06 GMT -5
Jack is seated in an old lounge chair which when compared to the rest of the warehouse, effectively looks like a throne. He has his elbow resting against an arm on the chair and his cheek against his closed fist. He gives a small smirk "We certainly have the power to take the fight onto the streets." He said "But we need more numbers, to let the Scarves know that it is the Blades who rule this town." He looked across at Otar who to those whom he did not want to see in his true form appeared simply as a well dressed middle-aged man.
"My Lord, is the true ruler of this town." He said which earned a small nod from the Jack.
"Unlike Seifer's crew, we take on all, even simply normal humans. So you have no reason not to carry a Blade. If you're not with us, then that must mean you wear a Scarf. If you wear a Scarf. You're dead."
"My Lord, is the true ruler of this town." He said which earned a small nod from the Jack.
"Unlike Seifer's crew, we take on all, even simply normal humans. So you have no reason not to carry a Blade. If you're not with us, then that must mean you wear a Scarf. If you wear a Scarf. You're dead."
