Dwayne looks wearily at Josh. "Which ones, the women, or the men? He goes through a few fighters a month, too. The younger ones that have only just started changing are hard to control, but he'll buy them if the price is right. The older ones he sometimes keeps around as servants, but only if they're broken. Usually, those are the ones that have silver permanently embedded under their skin from cage matches so they can't shift anymore." It comes out in a flat voice, no accusations, no anger, just empty facts that he's been over a hundred times. Sometimes they can get the silver out, but not always. And digging at it renews the risk of acute poisoning- a shifter has to be incredibly tough to survive long-term silver exposure to begin with. "The prime stock, he turns and sells up to his backers, so in general he has about half a dozen on his property. Servants, a couple of 'distractions', and whatever fighting stock he's currently doing the best with at the open matches. The guys feeding him money keep him in toys as long as he keeps finding them good connections, nice little arrangement."
He waves his free hand again. His right, the one with the watch, which makes him a southpaw. Useful to know. "See what I mean about not knowing the whole story before you bust in? And kid, trust me, if I want out of here, I'm gone. But I'd really prefer that you not mess up my day any more than you already have, considering you could have gotten me killed too." There were silver bullets in those guns, and if they'd seen him start to heal, a few shots to the head would have taken him out regardless. Honor among thieves might not technically be a thing, but a surprising number of criminals keep to some sort of set of rules if just because the consequences for screwing over your fellows are so damn brutal.
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Date: 2014-08-11 03:44 am (UTC)He waves his free hand again. His right, the one with the watch, which makes him a southpaw. Useful to know. "See what I mean about not knowing the whole story before you bust in? And kid, trust me, if I want out of here, I'm gone. But I'd really prefer that you not mess up my day any more than you already have, considering you could have gotten me killed too." There were silver bullets in those guns, and if they'd seen him start to heal, a few shots to the head would have taken him out regardless. Honor among thieves might not technically be a thing, but a surprising number of criminals keep to some sort of set of rules if just because the consequences for screwing over your fellows are so damn brutal.