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"Torture? I was just playing around." Writ started towards the tea shop, "And what's wrong with people? People make life interesting."

And as if the universe had heard him, a couple of trash cans from the alleyway behind the two made a spectacular crash as they spilled their contents in the street. Writ turned around sharply, and took out the axe between his jeans and his waist.

Okay, so he was a little paranoid too.

"Probably nothing." Writ said, his ears were raised upwards and his eyes were wide open. The older godling was obviously on high alert, any sign of a suit and he was ready to lash out. He knew it would be a matter of time until they started looking for him.

A large, sand colored dog crept out of the alleyway, and Writ relaxed. Just a coyote, one of them that he knew through Nuka. It nodded it's head and went on it's way. Writ took it as a wink. As if it wanted to help traumatize the poor newbie.

He turned back to Izzy, "See, just a stray."

"They know me around here." Writ shrugged, he glanced at his axe before putting it away.

"Can't too careful around here, there's a lot more then just other players who want to off us." He continued walking.

Writ held the door open for Izzy to the tea shop, "Let's just say that if you see a few big guys in suits, I'd make myself scarce."

The shop was undoubtedly a tea shop. Shelves of large glass jars lined the walls, each one filled to the top with different types of tea leaves. Each jar meticulously numbered and labeled. There was a counter, and tables with chairs, just like a cafe-- but the shop seemed to make an effort to say they were, without a doubt, a tea shop.

It was a strange, oppressive environment to the cafe dwelling Writ, but at least it was warm.

"We call them Blacksuits, kinda redundant, catchy though." Writ took a seat at one of the tables, "They killed a couple of people involved with The Game, and I think I might've provoked them a bit." He reached for the newspaper at the empty table next to him.

"Thanks." Writ's eyes followed the waitress, then went back to Izzy, "Guess you come here often, huh?"

He skimmed the newspaper with a finger before finally landing on a small article: Securities building bombing under investigation, Officials suspect terrorist activity

"Me and my kitty-eared friend got together and sent them a message." He turned the paper around and showed it to Izzy, "Nothing like some good old fashioned vandalism to start things off."

"I think they just said 'Bomb' to sell papers." Writ slid the newspaper towards Izzy, "If we did, I would've leveled the place. Nah, all we did was smash up some windows, throw in some fireworks." He rang the bell and told the waitress his order before facing Izzy again, "It's fun stuff, you should come along when we try it again."

"A little, I guess. I mean, they've killed a couple of people here and there, no players yet though." This one friend of mine escaped from them, and he looked like hell, scars all over his back." Writ frowned. The waitress put the tea he ordered in front of him, and he began to scoop spoon after spoon of sugar in it. "But I guess it's too late for any second thoughts. They'll be after all of us eventually. Me and my friend especially."