"You're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years"
Nikolai Lantsov x fem!OC
[Storm and Siege- ]
Storm and Siege (Complete)
Ruin and Rising (Ongoing)
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On any given day there was potential for a storm of violence to fall over Ketterdam. Kaz Brekker particularly felt like reigning down hell today. And so he did. With bloody hands he took what was rightfully his from Per Heskel and now he was going to take his revenge.
He limped along the streets of the sin filled city and watched as everyone steered clear of him. He should have paid more attention. When someone bumped in and kicked his cane, he felt his mouth snarling.
"Watch where you're going, yeah?" A voice sneered out.
Kaz turned to let them know he was in no mood but he just barely saw the figure slink away into the crowd of people.
It made him narrow his eyes. If Kaz wasn't a proud man, he might be able to admit he was impressed at how easily she was able to slink away in the crowd of Barrel rats. She seemed comfortable in the setting, like she grew up in the gutters like everyone else on the streets of Barrel and yet, she didn't sound anything like it. Her Kerch was harsh, too Ravakan sounding to have grown up around the dirty canals of his city.
But Kaz was a proud man. So he turned up his nose, filed away his caution for future reference and made his way back to his crows.
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The lift opened to a vast purple-and-white hallway and followed the sound of running water to a room with a large circular pool at its center, surrounded by a colonnade of arches.
They were only supposed to meet two members of the Triumvirate.
And yet there were four figures standing by the pool.
The one-eyed girl in the red-and-blue kefta was the Tailor, Genya Safin, and the girl in the blue-and-gray kefta was Zoya Nazyalensky. They were accompanied by a man in his twenties wearing a ridiculously obnoxious teal coat, displaying Zemeni revolvers slung around his hips who could have only been the famed privateer. There was also another woman wearing a purple kefta and three distinct scars on her lower jaw. A name did not come to mind and Kaz felt annoyed at not knowing who she was.
