The Lives in the Modern District.

[Mayor Mac Tìre]

The Lives of those in this district consist of those whom fit in the modern ages, their stories may stretch through out the districts, but shall remain souly in this one, so as not to cause confusion.

[Mayor Mac Tìre]

Exiting the Familiar's Tailor.

The bell to the door of the Familiar's Tailor rang as the Nathair's Butler, Kiani, stepped out of the shop, a cigarette cradled lightly between his pale lips. Making his way to the tall, matte black pick-up truck, the butler jumped up onto the back and slipped the suit that he was to deliver to Amarok into the diamond-plate box, so as not to have it ruffled or disturbed in any way. Jumping over the side and into the window on the drivers side, the butler sped off towards the other end of the modern-district, where the corrupt had made residence.
Pulling up to a stop light, Kiani had paused to take a glance at his cellphone, which had been sitting upon the dash. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he realized that the infamous Demoni-High lord, had been calling. Putting the phone on speaker he clicked his tongue and spoke.
What's up? He inquired as he continued on his trip to Amaroks house. From the other end of the line came the sound of dissonant cursing, before a mildly bored response answered Kiani's question.

Hey Ki, mind picking me up some chocolate since you're out and about?

Not a problem, D. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. After another string of swear words, the high lord had responded with a quick thank you before hanging up the phone.

[Alternate]

Cocking her head to the side, a certain elf eared female seemed to stare at Kiani's car for a moment with an raised eyebrow and a confused look before grunting and going back to her business. Standing there with a sign that said 'I Killed A Man' her face blank and uncaring if people took it literal or not, but of course on her shirt was a few sploshes of dried blood. She seemed to be uncaring standing there with unbrushed hair that looked like she was trying to look partly decent if not, like she had a place here. Letting out a deep breath she ran a hand through her hair and grunts sitting down and leaning against the pole behind her, as if problems were a good thing. Came her small voice and rolled her eyes a bit a sigh escaping her.

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