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Belar got some news from the security office yesterday, and hoo nelly is he not pleased. His Mongols were told very firmly that he was going to be away for a little while, because he didn't want to cause any issues in their immediate vicinity; he's in the Bar now with his sign up.

HEAD OF SECURITY ON DUTY

HERE'S A HINT, PEOPLE:

STABBING = VIOLENCE
I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE PROVOKED


Look, no one ever said he was a subtle God, okay?



[tinytag: Charlie Monroe, Ben Grimm, Gus Dickerson, Scaramouche, Vext]

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[thanksrainman]

"I'll keep that in mind." He looks down at his hand, the still red lines mirroring one another on either side.

"I guess it wouldn't be smart to challenge them at dice next time, would it?" he asks, laughing slightly.

Gus has a very odd sense of humour.

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"No."

[thanksrainman]

The smile quickly fades, and Gus clears his throat. "Right," he says. "Dice: out."

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"Do yourself a favor," Belar says. "Just avoid them. A man should know the length of his luck."

[thanksrainman]

"Luck's just probability taken personally," Gus points out. He'd given up on luck before even setting foot in Vegas. Not that it ever helped him, any.

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"Then a man should know the extent of his skill, and yours isn't going to be enough to outdo theirs," Belar says. "Fair warning."