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Orange Emerald Blossom
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rolled 13, 7, 13, 14, 17, 6, 8, 20, 19, 12, 12, 16, 14, 17, 19, 4, 15, 13, 16, 16 = 271
Funny story; Reiko's been listening in on everyone since the ship's comms are still in okay condition. See, it's mostly static noise due to the damage to the comms, but... when someone puts emotion into their words, the comms... understand? And translate as best they can. Or something.
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Something about that rant twists a lump in Reiko's chest.
The Youngmason parties were packed with people like that. Merchants who looked at the chains on their slaves more fondly than the glint of gold. Branch family members who obviously looked at the family heads like obstacles to be disposed of, no matter how many gifts or benefits they were bribed with. Nobles who openly did anything but noble when it came to the common servants around them, pretended to be kings of courtesy when it came to fellow aristocrats, and somehow blended the two diametrically opposing viewpoints into one twisted outlook. When they made someone distressed, they always made it everyone else's fault.
But the Youngmason heads? The thing is, they didn't feel like that to Reiko. Bitter and aloof towards deviants like her, but otherwise respectful and understanding towards the staff and potential clients. All their scorn had a reason. All that generosity put them above the rest of the decadence.
So why did they always show tolerance, even joy, towards these leeches, these threats to their rule, even in private? They were masters of an entire corporate domain, they had to know what flavors of evil the world had offered them... right?
Maybe Reiko will never understand it.
A tribe of hunters willing to sift through the immigrants and hunt the soci
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