Post by Thorn on Apr 12, 2019 17:09:51 GMT
Everything about this was Thorn's orchestration. Well, not everything, because if she had been the only one to think it might be a good idea to contact the Saints and get back in their good graces, she would have gone herself without telling anyone, but all the healthy high ranks had to be on board first. They were apprehensive, as they had every tight to be, but they were also desperate, and the East-European Shepherd thought that there were many worse ideas than trying to get some aid in this time of crisis.
So she had been the one to go to Blood Village on the day before and request a parlay with the esteemed leader of the newest gang in town. There she had come face to face not with Karma but with a different white dog, the one who called himself Angelus Mortis. He was just as apprehensive as the Crabs were, but after a little not-so-sweet talking, he had agreed to a certain set of terms: Thorn and one other Crab would meet him and Karma in neutral territory, cloistered away from prying eyes and near both of their lands, Blood Village and the coast alike.
Between Dizzybird and Jack, the choice was easy: Jack trusted her more than the strange black dog did, and the feeling was mutual, because the deerstalker was a dog who did his job and made his intentions clear. Besides, he had something of an esteemed profile about him, and no bizarre accent or mannerisms that might make the Saints cock their head in concern. She only hoped that he could be a bit more charming than Thorn had been the day before, and that he would shut his mouth if Angelus made any allusions to the bragging that Thorn had done the day before.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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[OOC NOTES] Jack Karma Angelus Mortis gunner Silvy Artsy