Potential Imperial Saga

[peerless_wind_god]

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[Doing something of questionable loyalty? Questionable legality? What about something plain old embarassing?]

[Take your pick! It doesn't matter, you just got your picture taken regardless.]

Tsk tsk tsk! What would your boss say if they knew about this?


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[Aya's newspaper has been stirring things up in the capital! Most of note at the moment is the stuff with you in it.]

[She's hard to pin down with how much she moves around, but you've found the journalist responsible for your reputational woes! She's in a pub, surrounded by a ludicrous amount of empty glasses. Sobriety is not what is appening here.]

Oh, that? What about it? It was a good article.

You aren't suggesting I should stop reporting on the truth, are you?

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[FIGHT PROMPT. There are lots of reasons someone might want to beat up Aya; she's not very popular.]

[Aya's not really thinking hard about the fight ahead - she's thinking one step past it. What does she have to gain by winning? What about losing? Victory might not be the only path to getting what she wants...]

[Then again, there's no reason not to have a bit of fun before seeing which way this is going to unfold.]

Fine! If it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get.

Do you think you can keep up with my speed?

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[nomen_est_numen]

"..."

Shen leans closer, eyes wide and maniacal, and when he speaks his voice is very quiet and very intense. "Aren't you meant to inform said readers? As in, educate them? As in, perhaps, elucidate what a Peacock is? My clan have a very long and very proud history and I will not see it besmirched by some pandering fool."

This from the bird who destroyed his own ancestral home and ruthlessly subjugated the entire city in which it formerly stood.

[peerless_wind_god]

"But if I did that, I'd sell less papers."

Ah, the spirit of capitalism.

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen goes very still. He's still maybe three inches away from her and can smell the alcohol on her breath. He's no teetotaler by any stretch of the imagination, but he clearly comes to the decision that this is not at all a conversation worth continuing. In fact, without moving anything else, he reaches out one wing, snatches up the glass in front of her, and quaffs its contents in one gulp. It joins the empties.

This little display of ... dominance, I suppose, complete, he narrows his eyes at her. "Don't do it again."

With that, he turns to leave.