1: Aria Sept 24, 2014 9:07:40 GMT -5
Post by vladtaltos on Sept 24, 2014 9:07:40 GMT -5
Marcelli waves a hand dismissively. "Everybody has information. None of it true, all of it excrement from a bull’s bowels. And everybody wants something in return. Nothing’s free, my pretty, nothing’s free."
He notices Dog for the first time. He looks down upon him with disgust.
He’s not dismissively waving you away now. He becomes rigid in his chair, his eyes pinned to yours. He puts the coffee cup down. In the next few seconds you can see the wheels turning in his head. You can read his thoughts as easily as if they were scrawled on a piece of paper. The Halo Killer is obviously causing him great hardship from somewhere, someone. Reading your face, he’s trying to tell if you’re BSing him or shooting straight.
"Reaper, you want to know about him?" He barks at a passing barista, ordering your drink and a biscuit for Dog. "There isn’t much to tell. Fell off a balcony about thirty feet up last night. From the looks of things, landed on the back of his head. Skull fractured, broken vertebrae. He died then and there, which was good for him. He never would’ve moved again had he survived."
You inquire about him being pushed. "Yeah, the magistrate’s chief bodyguard was on that balcony, enjoying a smoke. Good luck for the magistrate, bad luck for Reaper. The upcoming stories in the rags should make for entertaining reading. Too bad I don’t read."
The barista brings your drink and the treat for Dog, then departs. "Your turn, my pretty," he says. "And my BS detector is set to high. You better not be feeding me any bull."