day: december 21st time: evening place: the blistercoils status: open
“I’ll take my leave now, doctor.” With a friendly smile, Lass bid his fellow Simic scientist farewell, noting how he was only greeted with a wave, as per usual, and ensuring that he carefully closed the door behind him.
As soon as Lass finally frees himself of Zonot Seven’s stink, his demeanor changes. The smile on his lips quickly fade, immediately replaced by a frown, his hands easily making their way into his coat pockets, his eyes darting down to the ground, his steps quicker, his wits more carefully about him. Where he goes, he does not know, and no one else but one creature would know.
It didn’t take that aforementioned creature long before they rear their ugly head, which this time, was apparently less ugly and more beautiful. Lass only knows them by their name, which he knows isn’t even remotely close to their actual name: Doors. This creature is the shapeshifter from whom Lass gets his orders from. Because of their very efficient disguises, the half-elf operative only recognizes them only through a series of code phrases they exchange, which he was greeted by as soon as they lock eyes in one of the many, currently dangerous alleys of the Blistercoils.
“I receive the missive.” Lass heaves a sigh, a smirk forming on his lips, after the buxom redheaded tiefling disguise of Doors simply offered him a nod and went back to wherever hole they crawled out of. To be honest, Lass is not actually looking forward to this...play, but the House hasn’t been faring well recently. Perhaps the Combine could help them fare better. It’s not like they could say no to any opportunity. “Lists have always been this popular this time of the year, anyway...”
