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[So the Baron is bar trawling because that's a thing he does when he's bored but it's too soon to blow anything else up. His moirail gave him her blessings and now here he is, sitting off somewhere in the corner and scanning the crowd for people to troll or flirt on or... possibly both lsdjf whatever's entertaining really!]

[So yes, somewhere in there his gaze lands on this greenblood a little ways from him and he watches her for a little bit before deciding that, yes, she seems odd enough...! So he sends her a drink, anonymously, to see how she reacts... cause he's a gentleman like that!]

[Or... something anyway...........]

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[He’s been here too long. He knows that, to some extent. Staying in a single base for too long is liable to attract attention to his ever-growing band of revolutionaries and anarchists. But he’s been feeling sort of tapped for creative energy for awhile now and that’s depressing. As much fun as the little disruptions can be, they are nothing compared to the high of a proper crime. And he hasn’t had one of those in… lord, a perigee now at least]

[So yes. He’s been here too long after they co-opted a rather large, if run down hive stem on the edge of this city’s lowblood slums, but he just… doesn’t… care… This evening, like a number of evenings before this, he finds himself lying on the floor of the penthouse block that he took for himself when they first arrived, staring blindly at the ceiling, trying to find the will to cause some proper trouble for someone… BLUH]

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[So this plan has gone horribly]

[He couldn’t be happier about that though. See, it was supposed to go: two cities, two explosions of more or less equal terrible… ness, and a whole lot of dead folks. It was supposed to go that two of the Condesce’s communications towers would be taken out, and everything would shut down for at least a day or so before the drones could put anything back together again. The damage could be undone, but there would be that little bit of anarchy right there in the middle for the trolls unfortunate enough to be caught in the radius of the black-out]

[And it went so perfectly up until now. His moirail even had the good graces to be (mostly) cooperative even a city away. He had been so happy, but now there’s report from his panicked goons about some asshole kicking his way towards stopping him and that is so much better]

[He can’t not meet up with such a persistent guest, of course, so he’s wandered back to the warehouse all his goons have been trying to keep his dear visitor away from. Now somewhere nearby, there’s a bomb ticking its way down to his death, but he is standing in the center of the room, humming absentmindedly. Waiting]