( #openrp )
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It was the lack of technology that caught his attention first. Not a text, not a call, fax, or email. Slade hadnโt seen such caution since before his death, back when things were a different kind of simple. His eye reads over the letter again,
across the surface of the table. The mercenary lifts the photograph, studying the low quality image for a few seconds before he lets it fall back to the table.ย
โYour offer is.. intriguing, preciseโฆ messy.โ Wilsonโs tone drops, serious as the atmosphere is calm.
@Blu3VelvetBird glares, his gaze moving into hyperfocus. One wrong move sends a blade through the outcome, a fatal wedge not even the Bat himself would be able to control the downfall of.
@Blu3VelvetBird to burn the entire way downโ just as Dick demanded. He sets the glass down in front of him, releasing it slowly, waiting for his bird to boost his own confidence with the first sip.
@Blu3VelvetBird excuse. I didnโt show up here out of convenience, I chose this location for it, thereโs a difference and you know that. A clink on their table interrupts them and Slade doesn't acknowledge the server this time. He reaches for the scotch, top shelf and pretentious, strong enough