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Word on the street... The night dragged a bloody trail across Hathian, leaving fresh rumors bloated and rotting in its wake. Word on the street is that every badge in uniform spent more time bleeding than enforcing—an ambush by the bakery left officers gutted and their pride scattered between broken glass and spent casings. Some say a certain vixen snatched a service weapon and stalked a rival through the shadows, while the old voodoo alleys whisper of bribes and hidden blades during a comic store melee. The real stink, though, lingered at the dispensary, where spoiled clams turned the Green House into a hallucinatory fever dream. In Crack Den, even the pranks reek of malice.
Whispers in the bayou... You could feel the air thick with tension yesterday in Laveau. Word drifting from the marina tells of a man gone missing—last seen tangled in the Syndicate’s dealings—prompting a frantic search led by an anxious woman, her belly swollen with secrets. On the streets, whispers grew louder about a certain confident temptress, weaving webs of flirtation behind closed doors, hinting alliances shift as easily as the tides. Meanwhile, rumors crept from the college crowd: a watchful eye on a vulnerable soul, as party plans masked deeper motives. In Laveau, every smile hides a knife, and last night’s shadows stretch a little longer this morning.
Rumors on campus... Another day’s shadow slinks across Columtreal’s moss-stitched courtyards, and beneath the ivy-clad archways, fresh whispers bloom. Some say a new queen has risen at Chopsticks—rumor claims she toasted her triumph with sake and hired from every walk of life, perhaps with plans more devious than dumplings. The poolside shimmered with the scent of rebellion, beer, and mermaid laughter, but when tempers flickered, a mysterious dance-off diffused the spark—was it mere fun, or magic at play? Meanwhile, certain faculty eyes watched it all—calculating, perhaps, who’s next to fall under the university’s spell. At Columtreal, secrets never drown; they float.
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