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Kura and Max have their first target.

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The First Target [Max]

Tue Aug 13, 2019 3:26 am

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Timestamp: 14th of Ymiden, 719
Location: The Red Hand

Max was off doing something for the club or getting ambrosia or possibly seeing if she could get dogs addicted to drugs as well as booze. Whatever the firebrand was off doing, Kura was alone in Max's office for the moment, and she had taken the opportunity to commandeer Max's desk. The file she had gotten from her office the night of her "death" held her copies and notes of all the weirdness that had happened to Scalvoris, even that expedition to Ishallr that had gone down before she had arrived on the island. It also held all the information she had on the councilors, and she had been spending pretty much all of her available time since her "death" trying to figure out which member of the council should be targeted first. She had a feeling that her researches were frustrating Max, who was very much more of a do-er than a thinker, but Kura knew the first target had to be calculated. They couldn't afford to be haphazard about it, or they risked sending the rest of the council fleeing.

Flopping back in Max's chair, Kura pondered the two she had narrowed it down to for their first target. Militant Rand Broson and Albarecth Brandel weren't at the top of her suspects for misdeeds, if she were honest, but they were at the top of her list of people who might have been doing their own research into this whole mess. She wanted any notes they might have. Of the two, she figured Rand was the better one to target first. That so many of his soldiers had turned out to be part of that asinine cult from the docks gave him a very personal stake in dealing with this issue. It also meant that, of the two, he was the more likely of them to have made back door deals, so that was the other deciding factor.

Smiling, Kura nodded to herself and put all her files back together before storing them under one of the seat cushions that had come loose and was big enough that the files didn't show. Then she sat on the loose cushion, which had become her general perch whenever someone else had business with Max and Max hadn't requested Kura leave so she could deal with it in private. Closing her eyes, Kura sent Rahmet out to keep an eye out for Max while Phelan was sent out into Scalvoris City to find Rand for them. Once Max got back and Phelan had their quarry located, it would be time to have words with the Militant of Scalvoris.
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Re: The First Target [Max]

Fri Aug 16, 2019 12:18 am

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A thunderous clutter rung up through the floorboards from the level below. A sharp, muffled scolding echoed in its wake, and the sound of skittering feet followed thereafter. Heavy, cumbersome foot falls battered the creaky steps to the second floor.

"God damn clumsy bastard," Max's groan rung out more clearly before she lazily wrenched open the office door. She let it swing slowly open before her, announcing her obvious entrance with a piercing squeak. Just as her foot raised to cross the threshold, a rambunctious Barghest careered down the hall and bumped against her hip, nearly taking her feet out from under her. "Fuckin' hell!"

Good bounded to clear the room himself. His nostrils flared with a noisy snuffle, beady eyes focusing on Kura. His somewhat relaxed posture suggested her did remember her scent from the trial before. The uncertain baring of his teeth served as a reminder he was still the loyal breed of dog the Imperial had claimed he was.

Max let her forearm rest on the side of the frame while the other hand ran down her tired face. After taking the brief moment, she entered the room and yanked the door shut behind her. Skeptical brown eyes narrowed as they found Kura at the desk. She exhaled a quiet laugh of amusement before approaching. The ex-convict gave Good an amicable head scratch before she crossed her arms, squaring her full attention towards the not-quite-so-dead Councilor.

"Yeah, I know that look," she pointed out, arching a single brow at the organized woman. "That's the 'I have another job for you, Max' look. Alright then. Out with it." She dropped her arms so a hand could fish a joint from her pocket. It was a bit of an experiment, this roll. If Ambrosia wasn't at the potency her body needed and alcohol wasn't providing a worthy substitute, perhaps a medley of Bug Berries and Ambrosia could curb her suffering. Honestly, she was doubtful. At this rate it was still worth the shot. "You got some sorry shithead lined up to pick off first? Tell me it was my judge. That bitch even on the council?"

She lit the joint and took a long puff, pulling the vice back to eye its burning end while her lungs savored the new combination. The dark plume of smoke drifted from her nostrils in a slow, thoughtful stream as though a literal fire dwelled within. It wasn't bad. Her hypothesis was that she would still get a mild high, but nothing like the immense mental transcendence true Ambrosia brought her. It would have to do for to-trial.

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Re: The First Target [Max]

Wed Sep 11, 2019 1:59 am

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Kura looked up as she heard the clatter of Barghest feet and Max's usual conversation with her new dog-lizard. To be fair, Max really was nicer to the dog than she was to most things she had met, which Kura was inclined to believe meant that Max had taken a shine to the animal. The two entered shortly afterward, with Good nearly dropped Max in order to clear the room for her, not quite sure if Kura was friend or foe. Kura leaned forward and narrowed her eyes at the beast, before speaking. "Tha mi nam charaid, cù." she said, giving the beast a declaration of friendship in Atvian, the language used by Korlasir natives.

When Max spoke up, Kura grinned slightly. "Really, it's the same job, just a different part of it. But yes, we have our first target. And no, your judge isn't on the council. Not to say she's in the clear though, but she's not a target for the time being." she said, taking out the white pipe she had gotten from the incident in Emea, the one that always had the best tobacco for her. Max's room was the only place she smoked anymore, since the habit was the biggest remaining identifier for her true identity. "But it is a member of the Elements." she said, looking up at Max with a slight smirk. "Militant Rand Broson. Knowing him, if he isn't part of this mess, he's been doing his own investigations into things. So he's either a target or an ally, and either way, we need him first. If he's an enemy, I want him out of the Elements chain of command. If he's an ally, then we might be able to use the Elements." she said, before letting out a low growl that caused the smoke from her pipe to billow out the corners of her mouth in a manner that made it almost look she was about to breath fire.

"Granted, even if Rand is on the level and willing to work with us, I don't plan to use the Elements as anything more than a distraction. They are...ineffective. Had I my preferences, we'd have dependable, trustworthy Imperial Legions on hand." she said, before letting out a bark of laughter. "Of course, if we actually had Imperial Legions, this situation wouldn't be an issue in the first place." she said, a note of amusement in her voice. Then she suddenly stood up, a gold glint briefly appearing in her eyes before fading. "Phelan found Rand. He's at the rookery, where they keep the Enormowls. An inspection, from the sound of things." she said, before looking at Max and brushing her, currently, blonde hair out of her eyes. "Well, Max? Let's go git ourselves a counc'ler." she said, dropping her voice into the raspier tones she used for her Nell persona.
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Wed Sep 18, 2019 9:12 pm

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Max shrugged off the door frame and reached a hand back to grasp the knob. She quietly tugged the door snug behind her. This was no tobacco run. A continuation of the previous job was serious business indeed. Even Max could recognize that reality. The ex-convict plucked the joint from her lips. Smoke exhaled slow and steady from her nostrils while she listened. Her eyes rolled at mention of her sentencing judge's status on the council.

Would've been too easy an excuse for retaliation I guess.

Instead Kura had bigger dreams than some honorable personality. Much bigger. Max's brow rose appreciatively at the declaration of the mark. Then, as reality settled upon her, a broad grin spread across her face. The not-so-dead Councilor knew her ally well. There was no use in playing games of denial. The two of them knew that Max would never pass up an opportunity to wreak havoc on the hateful Elements.

"You want to remove the figurehead of the Elements from play?" Maxine admired with a quiet whistle. She took another drag on her joint, laughing with a shake of her head and eyes turned toward the ceiling. "What complete chaos that will bring..." She leveled her head to find the conspirator and let her joint-holding hand hang at her side. Even with withdrawals hanging over her head like a guillotine, the trial was looking better already. "Target. Ally. I won't lie. I'll be holding out that he's neither."

The possibilities were picturesque, really. Militant Bronson's either faked death or disappearance would sow mass confusion, fear, and paralysis in the military and on the island. Without their man on the top of the pyramid, the structure would fall stagnant as subordinates rushed to decide how to regain stability and address the situation. So unfortunate for them, it would be, for all that to happen when the Special Assistant was away to ease that transition to the top. Who would rush to take Bronson's place? Another friend to Kura? An enemy? Who might move from the shadows in light of this rare opportunity? The Elements, and Scalvoris, would be vulnerable.

Good.

"Ineffective," the addict scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "That's one way to put it. I would've went with fuckin' useless." The very name "Imperial Legion" sounded far more prestigious than the Elements at present. Kura might've been happy to march her mother's golden children through the streets of the island, but Max was more content knowing they were far across the sea. Something told her she wouldn't fair well in a military state. Not that she truly faired well anywhere.

"Fuck it," she conceded, snuffing the joint out on the brass door handle behind her. She dropped what was left of it back in her pocket. A good head buzz kept her somewhere near content for now. Experienced told her there was a good chance she'd be needing more of it to keep her within the ballpark of a level-head. At least as close to that as she'd ever been. "Let's go get your boy then."

The ex-convict turned and wrenched the door open again. She marched down the stairs, presumably with Nell in her wake, into the lounge toward the exit. Some sort of jumbled, barked order was given to the bartender with a wave, and straight out of the Red Hand they went. With a pause and a gesture ahead, she let Nell take the lead toward the rookery.

"So, I'm guessing this will be a little different from last time," she mumbled with shifting eyes as they moved through the street. "Your owls and your disguise will make your approach and execution well enough. The fuck you want me to do? He was at my riot. He'll recognize me the moment I walk in there where I don't belong." Her brow narrowed thoughtfully. "Unless...that's the point?"

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