Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5543592-20190716021629

"And curiousity killed the cat, Ms. Jones." No-Kiba said, leaning forwards, folding his hands on the table. "I understand your curiousity has brought you to New Reno, and that's well and good." He smiled again. "There are all manner of things that need looking into her.  Shrike foremost, but certainly the families as well.  They're an issue, not just for you, but for me as well.  Bad for business, we might say." The smile grew into a shark's grin. "But curiousity can only be taken so far.  There comes point where we reach a thresold, one who know we shouldn't cross.  Things that shouldn't be known.  That's important, you understand?  Knowledge has limits, even for people like us.  And those limits can't be pushed.  They can't be.  Because when they are..." his lips curled back, his eyes growing wide and intense, as if he were somewhere else, "oh, the consequences.  And there's no escaping those." In his scarred face, Morgan could see horrors untold, nightmares unvisited, cruelty and dread beyond imagining. What she saw wasn't evil, or insane, but instead pure, focused terror. Fear incarnate.

A dish clattered onto the table before them.

"Your meal, sir." The bartender said, turning the plate of eggs benedict towards the Yakuza boss.

"Excellent." No-Kiba clapped his hands together, sitting up properly. "You've outdone yourselves again, it looks delicious.  Thank you."

The bartender bobbed his head and quickly turned away.

"What are friends for?" Tanner grinned at Eva, nodding down the street. "C'mon, the Van Graff's compound is this way."

"I was a kid then, maybe a little under thirty-years ago.  Her arrival wasn't news.  Fact, no one even knew she existed until the Bishop thing.  It was only after that that Shrike became a household name."