Ow.

[seventhbullet]

Rude, missy. That hurt.

What's her name, anyway? The one who was being an election observer and isn't Thorne? (You there, by the way? Or was that legit?)

So yeah, I'm dead. Or Bagrat's dead. Whichever. Anyone want a pile of emergency cash while I still remember where he hides it?

And can someone do me a solid and drop by liminal space with some grub? Somehow I get the feeling I shouldn't go back out there anytime soon. Awkward questions.

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[seventhbullet]

Since I'm over here in what I assume is liminal space? As a doornail.

It's not that scary. S'not like I remember it. [This time.]

[lunchleader]

Well, it's still a little weird for me.

...waitasec - you're offering to give away all of his money?

[seventhbullet]

Not all of it. Most of it's tied up in...a whole bunch of financial stuff I don't really get. Or listen to. But he has a stash tucked away in his office, might as well do something with it. And make it even more confusing for everyone else.

[lunchleader]

Ahh...so it's stuck with Zed, then?

[Enjoy that moment of distaste, Xigbar.]

Still...it wouldn't hurt to have it in the hands of good people instead of bad ones...

[seventhbullet]

Pretty much. Friend of yours?

[Tastes like chicken.]

Is that a yes, you are interested?

[lunchleader]

Not really. He tried to eat me once. And when my friends and I freed our hometown from Darkness, he tried to cover it in Darkness again. We stopped him, though.

[He pauses for a few moments.]

...yeah. Yeah, I am. Pretty sure my group could use more cash, anyway.

[seventhbullet]

Sounds like friendship to me.

Okay, so - you're gonna want to write this down, unless you've got a real good memory. You set?

[lunchleader]

Uhhh, hold on a sec...

[Gotta make sure that no one else is around him at this point. It would be odd to try and explain to the others why he's writing down something when he should be patrolling. After digging through his uniform pockets for pen and paper...]

Okay, I'm ready.

[seventhbullet]

Okay, so first thing, you gotta break into the back room of the Silver Dragon. I dunno how, figure it out. The safe's behind the big ol' painting on the left wall - not the one on the back wall, that's the alarm. The code is 21-7-18-1-20. It's all yours, whatever's left by now. No promises that his second or whatever didn't scoop the lot and rabbit.

[lunchleader]

21, 7, 18, 1, 20... Does this look about right?

[He'll see a mental clip - like a live-stream through Right's eyes - of the notes that Right took down on paper. He may also note that the lad's somewhere in the woods, and that it's still the Full Moon. Right's notes do include all the major details except that last comment.]

[seventhbullet]

[Gotta learn how to do that one of these days.]

You got it, kid. Good luck. Try not to get shot..

[lunchleader]

[He just thinks that it's an extension of his Imagination, so good luck learning it from him.]

Thanks.




I think.