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cancry2021-01-14 03:17 pm
Avaritia Arrival Log
![]() It's Vegas, baby! Oh wait, I already made that joke on the location page... With Esme's iron-fisted reign brought to an end and the Executors given time to take a very well-earned break, it finally comes down to descend to the next layer of Purgatory. Thankfully, with this being the group as a whole's second descent, things are a little less nerve-wracking this time around... maybe. Hopefully. ... Probably. Welcome to Avaritia. Feel free to use this arrival log to chronicle your initial misadventures in the Greed Layer of Purgatory. As noted in the location page, several locations will require further investigation if you'd like to get some information on them, so get investigating! Drop a comment down to the Investigation Request subheader if you'd like to explore. Get out there and have fun! | |


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The bank itself is much easier. Since it's open to the public, Lion can easily follow her inside. Does he have anything in particular planned once he does so?
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It sounds like Greta is worried about her vault and is demanding further accommodations for the security. The teller is trying to keep her calm and reassure her, but Greta's having none of it. The Karen Energy is alive and well.
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But this might be an in, so instead of leaving he lingers on the edge of her periphery, not trying to hide. In fact, he's purposely giving the energy of someone who wants to talk to her but is too polite to butt into a conversation. Someone hyping themselves up.
It's barely acting at all, honestly.
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"What?!" she barks. If she recognizes him from the theater, she doesn't acknowledge it.
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"Miss Greta? You might not recognize me- I work security at the theatre... I didn't mean to overhear, but are you looking for further security measures?" He tries to put a little eagerness and greed into his expression- someone seeing a chance to advance themselves and unable to resist taking a risk to maybe get it.
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And it isn't Lion.
So, eventually, Greta pushes her glasses up her nose and gives him a sickly sweet smile.
"Oh, yes, of course. Ah... Was it Leon? Yes, I think that's right." See, she can't be evil. She remembered a lowly customer service peon's name. "You heard correctly."
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"Yes Ma'am! And... well... I was here to get the last bit of my money out because I was planning to head to the casino on my day off." He rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "I lost pretty badly last time but I have a feeling that just means I'm overdue for a victory. But... well, working at the theatre doesn't pay enough to REALLY win much. And I'm not skilled at much but I am... big. And many people find the eyepatch a bit intimidating. So I was curious if you could use someone with my, hm, abilities?"
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"I'm sure you can understand that I wouldn't want just anyone guarding my vault." she tells him. "How do you plan to prove you're as good as your word?"
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He scrunched his brows in a vague clueless expression- of course, it's true that he can't remember every fight he's had by far- but as a 'Specter' he likely wouldn't remember much of anything beyond the 'now' of his life, so it seems fitting.
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"Is that so? Hm, getting you to fight someone just for the opportunity would probably be a bit much... but I do have to admit that I'm curious. Do you have any other ways of proving your strength?"
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"Hmm... I can lift or break something?"
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Flex your beefy boy strength for the good of the Executors, Lion.
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One problem: he's never had normal human limits to his strength. Damn crest mutations. So he's going off fuzzy memories of people in his past life for this.
He settles on a sturdy and well padded seat- the fancy almost-loveseats found in fancy hotel and bank lobbies. He makes sure to actually kneel down and flex a bit as he picks it up, even though the actual effort for him is like someone lifting a half full backpack at worst.
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"Well, that seems to be all in order..." She nods more to herself than Lion and gives him a little smile. "And you plan to continue working at the theater, yes? Would you object to my contacting you if I find I have a use for you?"
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He carefully sets the couch doen with a soft grunt.
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... Then her eyes get that spooky shine again.
"I trust my contact details won't be used for any nefarious purposes once you have them in hand?"
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Finally he seems to come to a realization.
"Oh... no Ma'am. I have a boyfriend."
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"I see, I see..." She grins at him as if he's just stumbled into being the punchline of a joke. "Yes, I think you'll do just fine."
He's too stupid to have any kind of ulterior motive, clearly.