Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5543592-20190714220704

"They were a low-level smuggling family." Eye-Narrower explained. "Ran guns, mainly.  Their main competitors were an up and comin', mid-level family at the time."

"Van Graffs." Nose-Picker put in.

"Shut it!" Eye-Narrower snapped, elbowing him, before turning to Kayleigh again. "Van Graffs.  Shrike had just gotten big then--this was after she'd pissed off the Bishops--and the Van Graffs hired someone they thought could send a message."

"Reason you ain't heard of them is that they ain't around no more." Inhaler-Shaker said.

"Ratianos vanished one day.  Were missing for about three weeks before a funny smell started coming from their old home.  Shrike'd pulled them apart, put seperate parts in the walls and floorboard.  In vents.  Now, ya think, how bad can that really be?  Well, to that I say, it was a hot summer.  Whole half of the city smelled like old meat.  They tried to clean out the house, but it ain't that easy when it's smeared everywhere.  One of the major families ended up just burning it down.  Message sent though, yeah?"

As Morgan ate, there was a commotion at the door as the bouncers quickly made way for the latest arrival--a wiry, heavily scarred man dressed in a dapper suit.

"Morning, gentlemen." He nodded to the bouncers as he walked in. "Thomas, how's the wife?"

"She's well, Mr. No-Kiba." The bouncer answered immediately, avoiding eye contact.

"Good, good." No-Kiba's smile was full of genuine friendship, as he walked past. Behind him, several Yakuza strode in. They made the Mordino's bouncers look tame. No-Kiba made his way up onto the balcony, and people made a desperate and visible effort to get out of his way as he headed towards the bar.