You are Darius Duravi. You're being kept out of the loop, and you want in.
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http://ask.fm/ObjectiveOrientedQuestingYou stand alone in the middle of a street. It's early May, you're in a flourishing city that is neither dangerous nor far from the battlefront, a city that is booming both economically and florally.
You're somebody that has enough money to provide for a few years of comfortable living, but can't afford to stop earning money for even a week. You're one of the people who considers counting money a chore rather than a pleasurable pastime.
In a matter of speaking, if you tilt your head and squint, you could be called a social elite.
You have a lot of places you could be right now, but you also have three unread messages on your phone.
"Get you ass over to Volkov 12, 12:45. -Alessandro"
How does this guy have your contact info?
"That's the Chicago Prime bar, fag."
...
You reluctantly punch the number into your contacts and with a little regret force your phone to acknowledge this guy henceforth. You have absolutely no reason to go there.
The other message is from Shanoa.
"The mayor wants to see you ASAP."
That would be... her dad. He's a success story among the fat cats of the Empire for rising from petty businessman to the relatively unattainable position of government official. It's been a long time since the rift between economic and political influence formed, and seeing a figure like Shanoa's dad in this day and age is certainly a rarity.
If your current situation has any sort of fiscal undercurrent, the head of house de Giraltido has at least heard of it. All you'll have to do is convince him to share the secret. You know a way.
Maybe.
>[] Go to Chicago Prime.>[] Go to the de Giraltido residence. 
