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Roman ♦ Moriarty ♠ Sho ♣ Joker ● Bilbo ♥ Lotti
The day wound down to it's conclusion, so it was with weary steps that Roman descended the flight of stairs from a chorus of laughter and music which occupied the upstairs portion of one of his more recent haunts. That was to say, a club situated in the bowels of Sector oo3. On account of the Crocodile, it seemed that many recesses had opened up wherein private meetings such as this one might take place in peace.
Although in considering the company he kept, "peace" was subjective.
❝Moriarty. Move.❞ The order issued itself alongside an irritable sneer as the whole of the room came into sight. A long table occupied the majority of space, at its head a chair poised and purposed for the ringleader of the little "League" that had been assembled (now occupied by a one narcissistic asshole).
About the table more bodies appeared situated, the sight of the dwarfish figure Roman understood now to be a "hobbit" awkwardly settled beside a face gaunt and pale, slathered with clownish makeup. Yet, he appeared not the only face at the table in possession of scars, Roman's fellow redhead permitted only a passing glance in turn for the empty seat set at his right.
❝Where is Lotti?❞ The demand arose simultaneously with the criminal gripping the arms of the chair in which Moriarty loitered, administering a tilt to deposit him (rightfully) on the floor so that he might take his seat at the table's head. ❝Her heist should have come to it's conclusion ages ago. Althouugh, judging by the news...I was almost afraid some of you wouldn't make it yourselves.❞
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