The blood red rose on their collars was the first thing that attracted attention to the peddlers downtown. They stood at various corners of the Historic District, passing their white and red flyers to whomever passed, bluepill or redpill or exile. Most of the scraps of paper ended up in the streets, blowing around aimlessly, but some made their mark on the populace.
It wasn't long before the mysterious people in sunglasses and trenchcoats began to appear, asking specifically for flyers that were being given to everyone. The peddlers quickly obliged, handing sometimes five or six to these redpills, "so that they could give them to their friends".
"What do you think it means?" one of the various redpills asked his partner.
His partner just sighed and raised the sunglasses on his face, revealing his green irises and letting them take in the entire flyer. "It means Blood Rose is looking for a reason for their chaos."
"Blood Rose?" the other redpill asked, obviously clueless.
"I'll let you slide this time, Kalak. You only got awoken two weeks ago, but you should have heard their name by now. Simply put, they are twisted. Twisted enough to each be exiled from Zion permanently."
"But... why?"
"Uniqueness and a quest for power is their excuse. The truth is, they are sadistic. All of them. All they want is a reason to cause destruction and raise chaos, nothing more. They all take pleasure in acts of war, whether it be assassinations, thefts, propaganda, lies... you name what you want, and they'll deliver it to you. They could be called mercenaries... but not even mercenaries are as psychopathic as this group."
"Who they report to?"
"Technically the Merovingian. They take organization leads and orders from him, but it doesn't mean they follow all of them, from what I hear. However... when the Merovingian wants something done they'll usually listen unless it means something bad for them. You can easily recognize them. They wander around either holding roses, or a have a rose somewhere on their clothing. The really insane ones carry roses that are coded to constantly bleed... there's some rumor to those flowers being tools, but they're just rumors."
"So... um.. how do you hire them?"
"And why would you ask a stupid question like that? Why would we hire them?"
"Hey, hey, relax Cap, I'm just asking."
"Well, don't ask, cuz I don't know. Probably that stupid website of theirs."
"Why don't we hire them though? Sounds like an easy way to get the Merovingian in trouble with Zion."
"Hey, Kalak."
"What, Cap?"
"You're an idiot. Come on... Tyndall wanted us to do something for her. We wasted enough time here."
It wasn't long before the mysterious people in sunglasses and trenchcoats began to appear, asking specifically for flyers that were being given to everyone. The peddlers quickly obliged, handing sometimes five or six to these redpills, "so that they could give them to their friends".
"What do you think it means?" one of the various redpills asked his partner.
His partner just sighed and raised the sunglasses on his face, revealing his green irises and letting them take in the entire flyer. "It means Blood Rose is looking for a reason for their chaos."
"Blood Rose?" the other redpill asked, obviously clueless.
"I'll let you slide this time, Kalak. You only got awoken two weeks ago, but you should have heard their name by now. Simply put, they are twisted. Twisted enough to each be exiled from Zion permanently."
"But... why?"
"Uniqueness and a quest for power is their excuse. The truth is, they are sadistic. All of them. All they want is a reason to cause destruction and raise chaos, nothing more. They all take pleasure in acts of war, whether it be assassinations, thefts, propaganda, lies... you name what you want, and they'll deliver it to you. They could be called mercenaries... but not even mercenaries are as psychopathic as this group."
"Who they report to?"
"Technically the Merovingian. They take organization leads and orders from him, but it doesn't mean they follow all of them, from what I hear. However... when the Merovingian wants something done they'll usually listen unless it means something bad for them. You can easily recognize them. They wander around either holding roses, or a have a rose somewhere on their clothing. The really insane ones carry roses that are coded to constantly bleed... there's some rumor to those flowers being tools, but they're just rumors."
"So... um.. how do you hire them?"
"And why would you ask a stupid question like that? Why would we hire them?"
"Hey, hey, relax Cap, I'm just asking."
"Well, don't ask, cuz I don't know. Probably that stupid website of theirs."
"Why don't we hire them though? Sounds like an easy way to get the Merovingian in trouble with Zion."
"Hey, Kalak."
"What, Cap?"
"You're an idiot. Come on... Tyndall wanted us to do something for her. We wasted enough time here."
