Xu Hanzhin's page

Yeah. "All good things..." and all that jazz...

[*hands a handful of neo-yen to Nasty Orc*]

For a job well done, friend, if not well understood.

[*inhales his cigarette smoke deeply, then releases it, as well as all the invisible tension built during the last minutes*]

I must go now. An appointment...

[*hops in an armored hovercraft which seemingly materialized out of thin air ; the hovercraft glides away, disappearing in the belly of the urban sprawl*]

[*shakes his head*]

Too personal... can't say I'm confortable with that.

Serpent: you've got no feet... are you sure you want to dance ?

[*smiles politely and disquietingly*]

Sometimes, losing is the better course. Of course, I'm not speaking about me.

Seriously, M. Serpent...

You botched the contract. That's what you did... It happens to the best of us.

[*passes his hand in his jet-black air*]. Though not to all of us.

[*marks a pause and straightens his collar against the bitter cold wind*]

If I were you, I'd cut my losses.

[*fetches a pack of cigarettes from his poly-morf jacket*]

And the only one who's left still standing...

[*lights a Chinese contraband cigarette*]

Yeah. He thought he was a gnome overlord. Then he happened to read that orientalish AP, with genies and stuff, and he discovered he was a low-level hack of an halfling.

Poor guy...

[clears his throat]
Ha-hum.

The next poster likes to drink wine.

[watches the black bird from a superior vintage point in his Zhanzen Mark VI red helicopter with his Wang Bin nite-light binoculars, as the bird alights on his animatronic puppet, far below]

[shakes his head]

"Vicious Chicken. Of Bristol..."

[watches the dragon making his approach of the animatronic on red wings of destruction]

[to the pilot]""Take us out of there, Beckett. There's nothing left for us here."

[muses while the helicopter swiflty takes him away from all the commotion]

I should thank Frau Sissyl next time I see her, for the puppet thing.

[shivers a bit from the cold... unless it's the reminiscing of the Matt Damon Atrocity, as he's secretly dubbed the demonic creation of Frau Sissyl]

[was not in the cab. Was clever misdirection. Watches from a good vantage point while the airport burns]

[shakes his head]

"Dragons..."

[without waiting for an answer, discard his burned-out cig, calls a cab and has himself driven to an airport]

[lights a cigarette, draws a long puff out of it. Rearranges his lustrous black hair]

"And what have you come here for, mister Tennant ?"

"Soooo" says the thin impeccably dressed chinese young man while lighting his cigarette and drawing a blue puff from it "what's this thread about exactly ?"

Xu Hanzhin enjoyed his pizza as well, especially the caviar part: it reminded him of past missions in Moscow.

"So, Yaun Mau" said with a quiet smile the thin chinese young man impeccably dressed with blond-dyed hair "your father was a Han, but your mother was of european descent, correct ?"