Systole
First Post
Furros looks at Cythera in annoyance. "I saw you knock that Boraga git arse over teakettle. Good for you. But if you think I'm the dancing sort -- or if you think that four-foot bacon slicer you've got strapped on means a damn thing to me -- you're dead wrong. I've run the Planks against tougher chits than you, two at a time."
"Really, Enza! You're being coarse," Emi says, still smirking.
Furros exhales slowly. "Dame Forenicci, I'm long past giving a sack of rats about what I say or who I say it to. You already knew that. As long as the Lower Guild looks right, everything else can go spin." To Ben he says, "There's no divine intervention down on the Planks, boy. Your gods don't need us, so we don't need them. We make do."
. Emiliana Forenicci .. Benevolent Seeker ....... Enza Furros .....
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"Really, Enza! You're being coarse," Emi says, still smirking.
Furros exhales slowly. "Dame Forenicci, I'm long past giving a sack of rats about what I say or who I say it to. You already knew that. As long as the Lower Guild looks right, everything else can go spin." To Ben he says, "There's no divine intervention down on the Planks, boy. Your gods don't need us, so we don't need them. We make do."



. Emiliana Forenicci .. Benevolent Seeker ....... Enza Furros .....
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