there's a pattern, there's a pattern, there's a pattern there to follow ...

[uprisenheart]

WHO: CLOSED to seifer, squall, cloud
WHAT: investigation time!
WHERE: various locations in the city
WHEN: sometime during and/or after the memories ... (vague hand gestures)
WARNINGS: none at the moment!

[SO. you've been kidnapped to a weird city and now your poor brains have been assaulted with memories that aren't yours. obviously that means it's time to go poking around, yes?

gentlemen ... pick your poison.]

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SQUALL.

[uprisenheart]

[you've been checking out some of the shadier-looking places in this town, right? well, if you happen to make your way down to the boardwalk in the south end of dualis, there are a few places past the lights and noise where the paint's worn down that might be worth looking into. one of those places is a bar that is simply called RICK'S, and it is a complete dive.

if you step inside, you'll see that this place has probably seen better days, and those days were many, many years ago. the carpet is a dark red with even darker stains from foot traffic and spills and a few bloodied noses - not too noticeable in the dim light, unless you know what you're looking at. the air smells stale with cigarette smoke, even though the door has been propped open tonight to let a cool breeze from the lake filter inside. the booths are dark vinyl with wisps of white stuffing escaping through where it's cracked and peeled open, and a glance up at the ceiling shows a few of the tiles are missing.

there's a small platform stage in the front corner of the room, near the door, and a young woman with dark hair and plain clothes perches on a stool, playing a guitar and singing a song for the few patrons scattered across the room, sitting at tables and booths with their drinks of choice.

won't you come inside and join them?]

CLOUD

[demonic_divinity]

[ Greetings and Salutations, Mr. Cloud. The Malakye Family Wishes for you to join them for lunch this evening. ]

A small message and coordinates delivered right to Cloud's inbox with an RSVP to one of the fancier restaurants in the north side of town. When coming out of the housing a fancy car is waiting with some fellow goons, keeping it classy all the way.

Once arriving at the appointed place, he would be lead like a VIP through the large kitchens, up the back stairs into a large room filled with dark lighting and couches. EVerything is dark even the walls are covered in dark draperies. No one else seems to be in the room.

Well almost. The goons will close the door once Cloud is inside. it is only then that both a mass of power can be felt and the lights illumiate the room. leaning against the wall stands a tall lithe man in a fine pinstripped suit, he has on coat tails thatnearly reach the floor on one side, and lots of fancy embriodery on the coat as well his face covered in a simple plain mask, with light elegant design.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Cloud. I am glad you could join us tonight." His voice sounds more electronic than not, something strange there. "Can I get you a drink?

SEIFER.

[uprisenheart]

[Hey, Seifer, how's that forge going? It's been pretty peaceful, yeah? No interruptions from the law just yet?

Well...that part still isn't changing, at least. Dualis has always seemed a little too big even for it's many denizens, and this area of town is pretty run-down, seemingly abandoned in favor of other spots closer to the city center. Places with more street lights, just a little more police presence. There's really none out here, aside from the occasional sweep just to make sure nothing too illicit is going on. But that's for the best, isn't it? Especially if you don't want to be seen, and there are plenty of folks who feel that way.

In fact, if you take just the right turn down just the right alley--or perhaps the wrong one--you might stumble upon some graffiti from one such stranger. Or maybe multiple strangers. It doesn't look like much at first--a day-glo wave of faces, abstract shapes--but there in the center...doesn't that look a little like a heart? And the scrawl underneath--doesn't it look like words, if you turn your head and squint just a little?

rise up.

Of course, if you stay long enough to read those words, unfortunately you're also there long enough to hear the sound of a pair of boots down the other end of the alley, and a male voice calling out that might sound vaguely familiar--but from where, you aren't sure.]

Hello? Someone there?

[Seems like it might be too late to run. Hope you've got a good excuse for being out here. An interest in certain historical architecture, maybe? Some old buildings you might be looking for? Or perhaps you're just interested in modern street art??? Either way, you better have those words ready fast...here comes a flashlight, and a shadowed figure approaching rapidly.]