Ain't condemnin'. Jus' don't know what yer capable a doin', how far yer willin' t' go t' see yer dream made reality. 'S why I asked y', private like.
[Namur gives him a pointed look, then rubs his fingers over the modified 8 tattoo on his neck, thoughtful.]
Ehhh how t' put it. Right now, Everglade's a place where people that hunt other people ain't gotta hide it. Can walk 'round with their teeth out, cuz everbody understands that when y' go t' Everglade, there's probly someone there's gonna try t' eatcha. Anyone walkin' in goes in knowin' they could be prey- even me, a'ight? An' that ain't a thing I say lightly. 'S out in the open in Everglade, an' it stays in Everglade. People in Nova ain't worried 'bout werewolves startin' a pack war. Attleton ain't worried 'bout poltergeists. Genessia ain't flippin' its collective shit 'bout vampires. Sure, they all got problems. But most a the time the hardest question someone's gotta ask theirselves is am I gonna give up my wallet t' some punk tryna mug me? It ain't am I gonna be someone's lunch if I take the late train home? Put too much pressure on the hunters in Everglade, though, an' they'll look for better currents- uh. Greener pastures, think humans like t' say? An' they'll get craftier. Start havin' hauntin's in Fayren. Vampires sneakin' 'round the back doors in Attleton, shit like that. Suddenly, it ain't jus' Everglade where folk're scared t' go out after sundown, 's everywhere. Though probly there's some folk that'd like that, so I'unno. Depends on what yer goin' for, I guess.
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Date: 2016-08-31 09:09 pm (UTC)[Namur gives him a pointed look, then rubs his fingers over the modified 8 tattoo on his neck, thoughtful.]
Ehhh how t' put it. Right now, Everglade's a place where people that hunt other people ain't gotta hide it. Can walk 'round with their teeth out, cuz everbody understands that when y' go t' Everglade, there's probly someone there's gonna try t' eatcha. Anyone walkin' in goes in knowin' they could be prey- even me, a'ight? An' that ain't a thing I say lightly. 'S out in the open in Everglade, an' it stays in Everglade. People in Nova ain't worried 'bout werewolves startin' a pack war. Attleton ain't worried 'bout poltergeists. Genessia ain't flippin' its collective shit 'bout vampires. Sure, they all got problems. But most a the time the hardest question someone's gotta ask theirselves is am I gonna give up my wallet t' some punk tryna mug me? It ain't am I gonna be someone's lunch if I take the late train home? Put too much pressure on the hunters in Everglade, though, an' they'll look for better currents- uh. Greener pastures, think humans like t' say? An' they'll get craftier. Start havin' hauntin's in Fayren. Vampires sneakin' 'round the back doors in Attleton, shit like that. Suddenly, it ain't jus' Everglade where folk're scared t' go out after sundown, 's everywhere. Though probly there's some folk that'd like that, so I'unno. Depends on what yer goin' for, I guess.