#bsbrp

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The Blue Room - as yet, my room in the FC house doesn’t have a lot of purpose. It’s a good - small - meeting area, or a nice secluded lounge away from the loud club and more official-seeming areas. Ambient water and nature noises play, and it feels a bit like an underwater temple? I fucking love it, you guys. Ward 13, Plot 18, The Goblet (Balmung) - Bluesky Bosozoku (BSBRP), currently recruiting! (( What are Bosozoku? “Japan's motorcycle gangs or bosozoku (which means "violent speed tribes" in English) aren't anything like American motorcycle gangs. Or at least, not anymore. Rather, like many aspects of Japanese society, the approach to the bosozoku culture seems to be "if ain't broke, don't fix it." This means that major elements of today's bosozoku still harken back to the glory days of post-WWII American teenage rebellion: pompadour hairstyles, greaser attire, impromptu weapons, and really obnoxious attitudes.” ))

And yet, despite her wrath - very genuine, as the Dragon scorched the Serpent - she’d offered him a way out...all but begged him to take the easy way out; never telling him what it would mean. Careful, in her vitriolic state, not to mention that if he took the offer to leave this family, this gang, she’d be the one shouldering both of their debt. She didn’t feel like this was the life he’d wanted. Maybe Kublai - and Balqadar - were right. Maybe the twins had been one soul, in the womb, and been split down the middle: leaving the blackest parts within her, and the bright spark of optimism within her brother. She was okay with that. She’d be driven, and violent, and unforgiving, if he wanted to live happily ever after. She didn’t mind - the debt would be paid down in time, one way or another, and she’d be running the gang, and the crime syndicates, given enough time. In the meantime, her brother needed a harsh lesson in why his choices were foolish. (( Mentions you, @miqo-vynnie ! ))