- Location
- Auckland
[x]- Go ask Cho and Han if they can get you in. They owe you, and all, right?
Polluted Jianghu: 新年少鹏
- Thread starter Laplace
- Start date
- Original
[X]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
- Location
- Fort Worth, TX
[X]- Go ask Cho and Han if they can get you in. They owe you, and all, right?
- Location
- in the trash
[X]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
What's the point of robbing the local yakuza if you aren't even going to blow all of it on blackjack and hookers?
Kind of rude to assume we're the kind of person who would throw people out of a window without any sort of warning, don't you think? I mean, we were planning to do that to Metalhead if we got the opportunity, but that doesn't actually count.
What's the point of robbing the local yakuza if you aren't even going to blow all of it on blackjack and hookers?
Kind of rude to assume we're the kind of person who would throw people out of a window without any sort of warning, don't you think? I mean, we were planning to do that to Metalhead if we got the opportunity, but that doesn't actually count.
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THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
We only grace the most baller of individuals with our patented "Go Out The Window To Be A Bird' kick. A pair of teenagers doesn't cut it, unless they're secretly masters of bajiquan or something.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
[x]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
I choose this vote to ensure that we have the maximum number of opportunities to cause Communism at inopportune times and bring a terrible pain to Yuexia for the sin of thinking we can stop getting into trouble for more than five minutes at a time.
I choose this vote to ensure that we have the maximum number of opportunities to cause Communism at inopportune times and bring a terrible pain to Yuexia for the sin of thinking we can stop getting into trouble for more than five minutes at a time.
- Location
- USA
[x]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
StarSerpent
Upjumped Peasant
- Location
- Cowtown, AB
[x]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
What else are we gonna do with all that loot?
What else are we gonna do with all that loot?
- Location
- Singapore
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
The Crimson King
It's possible to eat an orange with just teeth.
- Location
- America
[X]- You're going to walk in there, totally legit, and move up the Pagoda disguised as high rollers. Pros: less fighting. Also, parties. Cons: Same as the above.
- Location
- boundless optimism
Update Wednesday at the latest.
WAIT! I don't wanna ruin our gucci stuff when we inevitably crash the place.
Can we like hand our clothes to Yuexia before we wreck shop?
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
We're going in disguise, which means Yuexia has to find us new duds. Only disposable bourgeois clothes here comrade!
- Location
- USA
Disguised as high rollers. Just how high can we roll in disposable bourgeois clothes, anyway?
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
Surprisingly high up. Past a pretty distinct point you're not actually getting more bang for your buck on suits, and after the $250 point you're more dependent on your tailor than your suit label. A "trashy" suit with a matching waistcoat and good tailoring will outshine an expensive eyesore every time. Provided we keep our shoes clean and our weapons at home the only people who notice we didn't drop the cost of a small child in clothes will be the old money- and they'll stay quiet if we use Yuexia as an ablative mark.
- Location
- boundless optimism
gentle reminder that the only threads you own is a set of bloodstained and ripped up tracksuits, roughly 100m of similarly bloodstained bandages, and whatever stitches are in you at the present time
We can't spread comradeship to the upper class dressed as bourgeois! It works with the common men, but where we're going? We need to do it in style.
*Cue Yuexia shopping spree*
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
Shopping trip time. We must aquire Adequate Equipment!
and also a new spear tassel because the last one was just sad
comrade plz
All this time we're doing business as the hobo version of this dude?
Damn! Yuexia, Cho, Han whatever, help my dude find some cool matching threads.
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Sharp Suit Black Tie
- Location
- boundless optimism
The logistics took a couple days to work out. First off, you couldn't waltz into the Colored Wolf Pagoda in a shitty bloodstained tracksuit. So you had to spend a day bumming around town looking for a cheap enough tux suit that still had some stretch. In the end you lucked out and dropped six hundred yuan for a burgundy red shirt and jet black waistcoat and suitpant combo. Since you were still expecting to get into a fight, you just brought a new pair of pretty good sneakers.
"Goddamn, you look nearly respectable," Yuexia had said when you stepped out of the changing room.
"I look like a thief, a motherfucker, and a man of capital," you responded.
"Nah. You're a man whore. Pretty face, long hair. You'd get rented out for thousands on the hour for old ladies to grab your arm and show off to their friends at parties."
You shivered. "How can you describe my personal hell so accurately?"
She laughed, doubling over. The noise attracted an attendant, who tried her best to not inquire too much as to Yuexia's state. "Did you find what you wanted?" she asked.
You shrugged. "Yeah."
"Your… girlfriend? is very lucky."
You stared. Somewhere, you found that very funny, and a full belly laugh escaped from your teeth. "Sister? Oh, no," she moaned when you followed suit with Yuexia, pounding the floor as gasping sobs of laughter break out of your ribs. It's good to laugh. "Cousin? Can you just stop you're breaking the tiles," she pleaded.
It really was unfortunate. Every time you looked at each other with the suit folded up in a paper bag and a similar thing picked out for her, you couldn't stop giggling. It was totally fucking absurd on the face of it. Real Romeo and Juliet shit, you mean, her, your girlfriend? A sister? Cousin? Man, you couldn't be more different from each other if you tried.
Eventually the humor was lost, and the two of you were sitting in silence on an empty subway train, and the quiet made you think. Let us, you say to yourself, gamble with ourselves. How soon will Yuexia take her sword against you? She will likely ask you who you were when you find out. So let us say then. You have been admirable in your morals, excepting that instance with Remora, the memory of which brings a hot flush to your cheeks. Well, admirable? That's too much. No more of a motherfucker than the global mean.
"Something the issue?"
Yuexia. You shrug. "Maybe. Hey, how good are you with your hands?"
"Like, hand to hand arts?" Yuexia gives an indifferent shrug. "Not good. I never got the hang of them. My footwork is good, my qigong is excellent-" of course, that's foundational in swordplay- "but I can barely put a dent in rock."
"Oh."
"Why's that- right, we're probably not going to sneak our weapons into the Pagoda." She spits the last word out. "Well, thanks for your concern, but I've already figured out the trick with a stick."
You give her a thumbs up, and the two of you went back to watching the tunnel lights zip past each other.
Tomorrow you were watching the streetlights zip by, in a no questions cab driving through the neighborhood that sprung up in imitation of the glittering neon pagoda. And it was a pagoda, built in imitation with the Wild Goose. Four levels total, plus a little knob at the top, outlined in garish red and kitsch turn of the millennium scrolling letters- COLORED WOLF PAGODA.
The cab deposited you on the ronda outside of the Colored Wolf. You're holding two suitcases of cash, three quarters of your share, and half of Yuexia's. A cool three million yuan.
You fit in perfectly. You walk this walk, confident, head low and probing. Everyone flinches from your glance, the well heeled, the newly rich and soon newly poor, fellow high rollers. Everything about this place, this temple to ostentatious wealth, pisses you off. Fine suits and fancy cars, how much does the electricity cost? It blots out the stars, ten thousand midday suns dancing around you. Where did they come from, huh? Murder, plunder, and rape, that's what. If you-
"Yo." Yuexia slaps your chest lightly. She's dressed in a Mao suit more or less her size. "You're getting too pissy. It's so obvious."
"Little Miss Bougie defends her class," you snarl, but accede. You follow her up the stairwell. You catch snippets of conversation. Who is he? Someone is asking. I like his attitude. Handsome, too. Do you think you could defeat him? No. That must be a lucky girl. Some people have all the luck.
Your hot irritation explodes into a contained criticality of nuclear fury the moment you step past the door. The first floor has marble and gilt floors and fortune-red beams support the ceiling. The moment you stepped in you entered a lawless honey pit of sin. And that wasn't metaphorical. You remember, somewhere, that the Colored Wolf Pagoda wrangled extraterritorial rights from the PRC. That's how they built a casino on the former capital. So, ergo, anything goes.
As long as you don't get caught and or you can flex all over the guards.
Yuexia led you to the front desk. "Purpose?" He sounds happy. He looks perfect. Plastic surgery.
"Pleasure," Yuexia smiles. You step forward and deposit the two suitcases on the counter.
"If you could wait a moment," he says, and you can see that his eyes are spooling up with an almost inaudible whine, "I'll have an account open for Ms and Mr…."
"Ma," you say, while Yuexia dithers. The clerk nods, and begins counting out the bills in a blur, his hands flicking through the bills there and then.
"Ma?" Yuexia whispers.
"Thirteenth most common surname," you hiss back.
"Alright," the clerk smiles after a moment. "You have enough money to your chit-" he slides a single bronze card forward- "to have a full run of the first floor. The amenities of the Colored Wolf Pagoda are open to you, including a performance by the Zhao Family Opera House. If there is-"
Before he finishes (just a mouth) you step forward. "How much to see Si Fei?"
He starts sweating immediately. "Sir, I can't say anything about that. I just work here, I don't-" Immediate heart palpitations. He's acting like you just put his entire extended family's head in front of him. "If you," he takes two deep breaths, so automatic you suspect a wired reflex, "if you go ask Mr. Se, the floor boss, he could give you an answer."
"Fine," Yuexia says. "But I was wondering, what would it take to… move up a level?"
"Oh, that!" He is on more familiar ground, he is calming himself. "For that, you'd have to up your total account to gross ten million yuan for the games to be worthwhile."
What are you going to do?
[1.1] {Pain is a Teacher} Hustle King: Gamble, steal, and outright extort enough money to break into the ten billion mark.
[1.1] {Chase the Red Sun} Back Up: Swim amongst the proletariat (the staff) and find a backdoor. Who pays attention to them?
[1.2] {Wrathful Manifestation} Confront Mr. Se: Demand a pass right to Si Fei. Possibly call him a bitch.
"Goddamn, you look nearly respectable," Yuexia had said when you stepped out of the changing room.
"I look like a thief, a motherfucker, and a man of capital," you responded.
"Nah. You're a man whore. Pretty face, long hair. You'd get rented out for thousands on the hour for old ladies to grab your arm and show off to their friends at parties."
You shivered. "How can you describe my personal hell so accurately?"
She laughed, doubling over. The noise attracted an attendant, who tried her best to not inquire too much as to Yuexia's state. "Did you find what you wanted?" she asked.
You shrugged. "Yeah."
"Your… girlfriend? is very lucky."
You stared. Somewhere, you found that very funny, and a full belly laugh escaped from your teeth. "Sister? Oh, no," she moaned when you followed suit with Yuexia, pounding the floor as gasping sobs of laughter break out of your ribs. It's good to laugh. "Cousin? Can you just stop you're breaking the tiles," she pleaded.
It really was unfortunate. Every time you looked at each other with the suit folded up in a paper bag and a similar thing picked out for her, you couldn't stop giggling. It was totally fucking absurd on the face of it. Real Romeo and Juliet shit, you mean, her, your girlfriend? A sister? Cousin? Man, you couldn't be more different from each other if you tried.
Eventually the humor was lost, and the two of you were sitting in silence on an empty subway train, and the quiet made you think. Let us, you say to yourself, gamble with ourselves. How soon will Yuexia take her sword against you? She will likely ask you who you were when you find out. So let us say then. You have been admirable in your morals, excepting that instance with Remora, the memory of which brings a hot flush to your cheeks. Well, admirable? That's too much. No more of a motherfucker than the global mean.
"Something the issue?"
Yuexia. You shrug. "Maybe. Hey, how good are you with your hands?"
"Like, hand to hand arts?" Yuexia gives an indifferent shrug. "Not good. I never got the hang of them. My footwork is good, my qigong is excellent-" of course, that's foundational in swordplay- "but I can barely put a dent in rock."
"Oh."
"Why's that- right, we're probably not going to sneak our weapons into the Pagoda." She spits the last word out. "Well, thanks for your concern, but I've already figured out the trick with a stick."
You give her a thumbs up, and the two of you went back to watching the tunnel lights zip past each other.
Tomorrow you were watching the streetlights zip by, in a no questions cab driving through the neighborhood that sprung up in imitation of the glittering neon pagoda. And it was a pagoda, built in imitation with the Wild Goose. Four levels total, plus a little knob at the top, outlined in garish red and kitsch turn of the millennium scrolling letters- COLORED WOLF PAGODA.
The cab deposited you on the ronda outside of the Colored Wolf. You're holding two suitcases of cash, three quarters of your share, and half of Yuexia's. A cool three million yuan.
You fit in perfectly. You walk this walk, confident, head low and probing. Everyone flinches from your glance, the well heeled, the newly rich and soon newly poor, fellow high rollers. Everything about this place, this temple to ostentatious wealth, pisses you off. Fine suits and fancy cars, how much does the electricity cost? It blots out the stars, ten thousand midday suns dancing around you. Where did they come from, huh? Murder, plunder, and rape, that's what. If you-
"Yo." Yuexia slaps your chest lightly. She's dressed in a Mao suit more or less her size. "You're getting too pissy. It's so obvious."
"Little Miss Bougie defends her class," you snarl, but accede. You follow her up the stairwell. You catch snippets of conversation. Who is he? Someone is asking. I like his attitude. Handsome, too. Do you think you could defeat him? No. That must be a lucky girl. Some people have all the luck.
Your hot irritation explodes into a contained criticality of nuclear fury the moment you step past the door. The first floor has marble and gilt floors and fortune-red beams support the ceiling. The moment you stepped in you entered a lawless honey pit of sin. And that wasn't metaphorical. You remember, somewhere, that the Colored Wolf Pagoda wrangled extraterritorial rights from the PRC. That's how they built a casino on the former capital. So, ergo, anything goes.
As long as you don't get caught and or you can flex all over the guards.
Yuexia led you to the front desk. "Purpose?" He sounds happy. He looks perfect. Plastic surgery.
"Pleasure," Yuexia smiles. You step forward and deposit the two suitcases on the counter.
"If you could wait a moment," he says, and you can see that his eyes are spooling up with an almost inaudible whine, "I'll have an account open for Ms and Mr…."
"Ma," you say, while Yuexia dithers. The clerk nods, and begins counting out the bills in a blur, his hands flicking through the bills there and then.
"Ma?" Yuexia whispers.
"Thirteenth most common surname," you hiss back.
"Alright," the clerk smiles after a moment. "You have enough money to your chit-" he slides a single bronze card forward- "to have a full run of the first floor. The amenities of the Colored Wolf Pagoda are open to you, including a performance by the Zhao Family Opera House. If there is-"
Before he finishes (just a mouth) you step forward. "How much to see Si Fei?"
He starts sweating immediately. "Sir, I can't say anything about that. I just work here, I don't-" Immediate heart palpitations. He's acting like you just put his entire extended family's head in front of him. "If you," he takes two deep breaths, so automatic you suspect a wired reflex, "if you go ask Mr. Se, the floor boss, he could give you an answer."
"Fine," Yuexia says. "But I was wondering, what would it take to… move up a level?"
"Oh, that!" He is on more familiar ground, he is calming himself. "For that, you'd have to up your total account to gross ten million yuan for the games to be worthwhile."
What are you going to do?
[1.1] {Pain is a Teacher} Hustle King: Gamble, steal, and outright extort enough money to break into the ten billion mark.
[1.1] {Chase the Red Sun} Back Up: Swim amongst the proletariat (the staff) and find a backdoor. Who pays attention to them?
[1.2] {Wrathful Manifestation} Confront Mr. Se: Demand a pass right to Si Fei. Possibly call him a bitch.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
[X] [1.1] {Chase the Red Sun} Back Up: Swim amongst the proletariat (the staff) and find a backdoor. Who pays attention to them?
There's rules to this sort of place, and there's rules for breaking the rules. Obviously, the solution is to break the rules for breaking the rules.
There's rules to this sort of place, and there's rules for breaking the rules. Obviously, the solution is to break the rules for breaking the rules.
- Location
- Auckland
[x] {Chase the Red Sun} Back Up: Swim amongst the proletariat (the staff) and find a backdoor. Who pays attention to them?
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
[X] [1.1] {Chase the Red Sun} Back Up: Swim amongst the proletariat (the staff) and find a backdoor. Who pays attention to them?