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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2019 1:09:21 GMT
It was another slow night for him.
For the last few nights in fact it had been very slow, with herald doing most of the legwork for him he was left to his own devices. Watching the news, keeping up with the latest gossip. Listening to sob story after sob story that came to his bar. People looking for work, hearing that he had some and practically begging him for a chance.
He gave each and everyone of them a chance, a chance that they didn't waste. One that they wanted and hoped for. It was always something simple, delivering packages, envelopes, letters of sorts. Wads of money to the right hands. To the local director's pocket for his 'rent'. Small easy stuff that they wouldn't sweat or ask twice.
Some didn't come back from some of the harder things and he wanted to avoid that, good help was hard to come by. So he took his time, evaluated who did what the best. Made small minor calculations in what they'd be good at. A new bouncer grumbled near the entry of the bar, the Cyberdramon had been hired because of his intimidation factor and next to nothing else. He was very good in a fight and he wasn't very articulate but he was honestly trying his hardest in the latter part. Poor thing had people take advantage of him time and time again.
Something skald could appreciate from someone with next to no background or training. The mon listened to him and was willing to make steps towards where skald wanted him to go. Skald spoke, his words soft, his tone gentle; he saw the cyberdramon flinch a bit. Skald knew where he had come from, the many varied scars on the mon's body spoke well of him...
"Barbus. If you could go and fetch me one of the casks from downstairs for the party later before they get here that would be fantastic."
"Yes Mr. Skald."
Skald's eyes slipped to follow the demimon as he lumbered by. Skald couldn't help but sigh as the mon went downstairs. He sent him early because he knew that the dimwitted mon needed the time to find the right cask; the dramon knew the scent of the one he wanted so thankfully skald didn't need to really explain to him what he needed or wanted. With it slowly approaching midnight skald had less and less customers.
The bartender took out his notebook and set it on the counter, making small notes about the nuances of the day. The finances and otherwise irritating bits herald wanted no part of. For a bartender in the more tame part of town... This was a necessary irritation.
His eyes swept across his well taken care of bar, from booth to booth, from chair to chair. He had a total of six customers, three of which were passed out at their stalls. A pair of them were cuddling in one of the more private booths and the last one was telling one of his many war stories to a potted plant.
...It was a very boring night tonight wasn't it? His many plans still had many steps that needed to be done and well... Without herald here he couldn't do much. His frail body had a rough time with some of the more harsh aspects of their life. A part of the reason he distanced himself so.
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Oct 29, 2019 1:25:55 GMT
Let's press my luck a little, here.
What was one more hand in the pot, Bell figured? The Floramon had long grown tired of languishing in the slums of Tenebrous, and she figured if she was going to be damned to the outskirts of society, she might as well be somewhere where there was some sunlight. With little more than a bag over her shoulder, the Floramon made her way around Terminus' outer ring, to a new tavern, one that almost seemed to open overnight...
... Not that one would know just by looking at it. As Bell stepped in, sparing the Cyberdramon a single nod, her eyes scanned across the bar. It looked like the dregs, a few old and colorful regulars passing through, already past their limit. Bell simply spared them a passing glance, as she'd pull herself up to the bar, blinking at the sight of a two-tailed fox.
"This place yours?" Bell asked, at least not immediately asking for a drink. "I caught wind that this place might be looking for a helping hand or two. Sorry if this is a bit forward, but I'm looking for somethin' like that." She kept a smile on her face, a well practiced one, as she stated her case to the Renamon.
At this point, the worst the fox here could do was say 'no' or have that brute escort her out - so no skin off her nose for just asking!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2019 1:44:32 GMT
Skald's head didn't move too much when the Floramon entered his bar, a simple adjustment of angle and his eyes ran over them once or twice before returning to his cleaning. Giving her a small nod and wave with one of his hands as he went; he wasn't like the other bartenders around here. He was friendly but not overly so, not overbearing and he allowed his customers a bit of freedom.
With the floramon taking a seat skald stopped his cleaning, giving his undivided attention to the plant. He knew of a few around here but... He had to say he didn't recognize this one. Maybe she had just come in from out of town? He'd have to pull some names later if he could get hers. The blinking and the question that followed easily made the fox chuckle. It was low, soft and gentle just like his words.
"It is. About a week now I think? We got lucky with this place."
Skald's ears flicked and they shifted forward as she stated that she had caught wind of this place needing a helping hand or two. How she was looking for something like that, how she was being forward. Her smile, the well practiced one Skald recognized. His eyes adjusted and the coldness that was underneath shifted slightly. Someone like him and herald perhaps? Someone that could do more than what he needed Barbus for? Or the small packs of DemiDevimon's that they fed left overs once the place was closed? He'd hum a bit and lean on the counter.
"We have work for those willing to do so. I'm not going to turn away help or ones willing to work. Do you want an employment form? Humans do them for book-keeping purposes but... If you want to avoid that I'll have to take you to one of the private booths to discuss work."
He was friendly, not overly so. His motions and actions were reserved. For someone that worked here as a bartender... he was surprisingly dexterous. Like he had different work that kept him far more active.
"I pay per job up until employment is more permanent. Will that be a problem?"
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Oct 29, 2019 4:17:28 GMT
"Just a week old, huh?"
Bell kept the tone casual, a mere nod of interest as she explained her case. She was looking for work, and for a moment, it seemed like Skald was willing to at least consider it. That said, as Skald mentioned a paper form, the Floramon found herself biting her lip.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm trying not to leave a paper trail. It'd be, um, less trouble for both of us if we just talked out terms." She sighed, shaking her head, clearly frustrated at her own position. "I've done work for another bar in Tenebrous. Waited tables, mixed a few drinks, kept up with the local folk - you know, the 'social' part of the work." She figured that Skald would understand, and would be glad to go over a bit more in a private interview.
Skald likely had his own questions, after all. "Paying per job is fine, of course. Even after I've settled in, its probably still preferred?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2019 6:41:01 GMT
"Just about. Been pretty good business since the last one hadn't been about for almost two years. It was rough before malgonoth took over."
Skald gave a small shrug; he had heard how much of a hard ass the director had been to business that weren't associated with him or weren't willing to pay his fees. Skald had been providing the required amount and even got into the Leomon's good graces by providing a contract that was written up by his sister. A year long contract with a clause that only seemed to make the leomon the winner... His eyes shifted and he'd tap the counter at her words.
"I won't take it the wrong way, everyone has a past. Not everyone wants to be followed. I get that. If someone comes looking for you I won't be ratting out my own worker. Barbus?"
"The cask you wanted sir... Someone broke it."
Skald blinked a bit and rubbed the bridge of his nose, that was going to be expensive to replace... But thankfully he had a secondary cask of the stuff, much smaller but... The party would still appreciate it!
"Go get the smaller one Barbus, second shelf from the left."
Barbus blinked a bit and held up his hands, looking between them and then getting a doofy grin on his face before turning about. Moving to the stairs down to the cellar so he could get what his boss wanted. Skald turned his head [and by proxy his attention] to the Floramon.
"Tenebrous? Good. Then you know how good it is up here in comparison to there. I've been told by my sister that it's been a bit of mess before but... After the change of management well. It's gotten better."
Herald put the smallest finger to the edge of his mouth, his eyes shifting to the talking drunk. The latter of the two had fallen silent and the renamon gestured to the staircase leading up.
"Private booth. #5. It's upstairs with the high risers. The waitress will bring you refreshments. I'll be up in about five minutes and we can discuss your work. And duly noted in terms of payment. We'll talk more about percentages when you're settled."
The renamon x gestured for the floramon to leave, turning his head to barbus who had come back with four different casks. Letting out a small groan he'd turn to the floramon. He had expected the cyberdramon to muck it up but how did he manage to pick four casks and none of them being the right one?!
"Better make that ten. You can order food too; first dish is free for workers. If she asks to see your employment form send her my way."
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Oct 29, 2019 22:24:26 GMT
"Well, so long as some sort of door swung open..."
Bell shrugged. She wasn't well-versed in the politics of the area - yet, anyway - and so she just decided to play like she was rolling with the punches. She was glad that her first try found someone agreeable enough, and judging by the quality of his company, it seemed like Skald was going to be a 'mon of his word when it came to being quiet about her working here.
... If Barbus didn't end up accidentally ripping out the support beam of this place. 'Someone' broke the cask? It looked like it was dropped halfway up the stairs!
"... Tenebrous has its own advantages, but I'll be glad to get a bit of sunlight." She put her attention back on the Renamon, eyes flicking over to the stairs. Booth number five? Easy enough. "I'll-"
She was cut off by the Devimon again. Four casks - and three of them smelled pungent, like fruit. Somehow wine didn't seem like what Skald meant. "... Right. I'll be waiting, then."
With a nod, she'd make her way up the stairs, giving one deep breath out as she arrived at the upper landing. A quick glance, she saw a "V", and slipped right on in, hands folded on the table.
From one bar to another. Not much better, but she had to make small steps here. Refreshments, though? I don't think this man can bottle sunlight..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2019 1:46:02 GMT
"Yes I suppose. Though it helps when it's the right door."
Skald let out a loose chuckle and sighed; barbus was going to be a problem wasn't he? He might have to make herald make good use of the cyberdramon. He didn't really know what else the mon could be good for if not intimidation. But no one was really scared of the dimwitted mon. Perhaps some tweaks or something? Skald just shook his head and gestured for the cyberdramon to set down the casks so he could look over it.
"Ah yes, you need that sort of thing don't you?"
Skald shared a look with bell and went to work on the casks, patching up a few of them and looking them over. He'd tsk briefly as the only one that wasn't leaking or damaged was the one he wanted. Thankfully it was one of the newer ones to boot! Given the fact...
Well a waitress would come by, dropping off a drink menu and regular menu. She didn't question bell at all, hell the well dressed beast type didn't seem to want to bother her too much. Being curt, quick and straight to the point. A lot of the hires here were mons that seemed to be rougher around the edges, or had issues all their own. The waitress missing an arm, the dimwitted cyberdramon... and quite a strange bartender in his own right.
About fifteen minutes later Skald would be pushing the door open to the private booth and click it behind him. He was holding a glass of water for himself before giving a small introduction; even mixed with a half bow.
"Skald. I'll be your 'boss' of sorts. Herald, my sister will likely be overseeing you directly."
The black-renamon-x would take a seat, sipping at the drink as his eyes went over bell. He was appriasing her and his next question definately yielded that sort of mind set.
"Tell me how I can use you. Your skills. Your name. I appreciate honesty but understand if you don't want to share certain things. Just know that it'll make it difficult for me to place you among my or herald's workers."
Herald only had a handful of demidevimon's that did work for her, from the dark area they had come and to the rest of the digital world they would go. People never paid them any heed so... He doubted she wanted to do spywork for him or was even into that stuff. His cold multi colored eyes didn't stop looking at the floramon.
"Do you need a room and board too?"
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Oct 30, 2019 3:25:02 GMT
"Unfortunately - I'm a plant, so I really can't be in the underground for that long."
Ugh, trying Tenebrous out really was a log. Artificial light just didn't cut it for what she needed, and it just ended up putting the Floramon too on-edge for her to even keep up her practiced acts. She needed this, to both get back up on her feet and her element.
... Even if her soon-to-be coworkers didn't seem to be the brightest crop. A dim-witted Devimon, a one armed waitress, a bouncer who probably just got on by looking like a brute? Bell took note of all of them. That fox seems to be running a bit of a charity house, isn't he? Hm... its not like I have any better options...
She just gave a nod to the waitress, and by the time Skald would finally roll around, he'd find the plant with her own glass of water. Bell briefly stood as Skald greeted her, returning a small bow of his own. "I'm... well, call me Lily for now." Biting her lip, she even held her real name back, sitting back down as Skald got right to the meat of it.
"Honesty, eh? Hard thing to ask for when I just held my own name, but let's see. I'm a con-artist of sorts: I'm good at telling when people are lying without having any sorts of those tells myself. In that same line, I'm good at acting.... and botany, but I don't know how much that latter part's going to come up."
She gave a shrug, lightly glossing over her tendencies as a sociopath. "You want me to sell drinks, I can do that quite well with that." But at this point, maybe her more 'effective' work would be under the table.
Bell did perk up a bit at that last bit. "Maybe? It depends what you're offering - it at least needs an outward facing window."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2019 3:49:42 GMT
"Hmm. can you work with 'fake' light or no?"
It was an important question, if she couldn't he'd have to think of something to make it more consistent that she could get the light she would need. The renamon didn't seem too bothered by the help he had, if anything he was calm and gentle to those under him. Running his hand in a supportive manner across the Devimon's arm, calming them down and gesturing for them to join their bouncer.
A charity act. In the loosest sense of the word, these people had become broken somewhere and the world had turned a blind eye to them. He picked up the pieces and made them whole again, or was trying to. Not out of the kindness out of his heart but...
Skald's eyes stayed on the plant as she introduced herself. She gave a false name, his eyes flashing lightly. Off to a rocky start perhaps? No. He was taking note of what she said; a design in his mind already forming. He'd make a small dismissal of the first part.
"It sets the bar for our relationship Ms. Lily. If you withhold information from me, I won't be privvy to telling you everything. If only to make you focus on the parts that matter. You needn't tell me your name until you trust me or my sister."
He didn't need someone worrying about the entire picture of things, if she wanted work and wasn't willing to tell him such a simple fact... It likely meant that her real name had weight behind it, baggage she didn't want. He'd drum his fingers on the table, taking a small sip. More information, a con-artist, good at telling when people were lying, Good at acting and... His eyes lit up as she said that last part.
"Botany? I don't have anyone that can tend to plants in my repertoire. My work wouldn't be just selling drinks for you Ms. Lily. No. You'd be doing better work elsewhere. Working directly under me or my sister herald rather than Gertrude or Barbus."
His eyes shifted to the door and he'd hold up a hand as the very same person he had just talked about entered the room. The tired looking waitress was carrying a pair of platters, one balanced amazingly on her head and the other was in her hand. She'd place the platter down on the table, shift her weight so that the other platter slipped into her hand and she'd quickly leave. Closing the door behind her the veemon could be heard struggling to shift the platter in a more 'proper' position.
"I don't make everyone do dangerous work or things that would harm them. Gertrude, Barbus and Demi are examples of it. They work here because they can't work in other jobs. You saw how Barbus and Demi were. The room itself is a single room, everything but the bathroom is in it. The latter of which is more like a closet than a proper bathroom. We've been renovating the extra bits as best we can. There are several different windows, two separate facings. You'd get sun during most of the day. Your neighbors would be these three."
He'd lean back in his seat and the renamon x let out a small somewhat irritated huff.
"That is what i can offer you right now, that's subject to change as time passes. I don't know what sort of areas we'll come into. Now onto your work. I'll have you doing botany and working from a separate location. Transport to the location is provided and you'll have barbus as muscle up until I can get you a better 'helper'. It'll be simple stuff at first, but we have a few... Less than legal projects that need very particular and very dangerous plants to be grown."
The heart of it; the renamon's eyes had gotten colder as he spoke. His voice had shifted from the soft and gentle to practically ice cold. Just what was this mon hiding himself?
"Your own projects may be added to it if you do what I want you to. A dossier of plants that I want grown will be on site as well as your payment per harvest. If you need supplies, extra hands or the like you tell me and I will provide what I can. If I cannot provide it you talk to my sister. Her flock is different than mine and she has a little more physical pull."
A small pause and those cold eyes would warm ever so slightly.
"and I may or may not have you stand in for my deals with the local director. On days that I'm busy or my sister can't."
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Oct 30, 2019 23:58:56 GMT
"Not for an extended period of time, no."
Bell's answer was level and honest - and hopefully not too much of a challenge for Skald to accommodate. But really, even if he didn't, it was just a matter of losing something that she didn't even think she was going to get in the first place. Just need a job to get me back up on my feet... don't think I can make it back to Whitewater, but maybe I can pass off as this 'Lily' in Terminus.
It would have been easy enough to leave it at that. The Floramon gave a small nod to that first comment, but tilted her head at that second. "Really? I mean, botany isn't that common of a skill, but why would a barkeep of all people need a botanist?" The Floramon seemed a touch confused at his implication - both at that and the offer of 'other work'. The room and board aside, the conversation quickly took a different turn.
'Dangerous work'. 'They work here because they can't do other jobs'. The insistence that she'd be working with his 'sister' on some botany project. Each move was made before her, and the confused expression soon left the Floramon's face, as a small smirk stretched the edge of her lip.
"Aren't you being a bit forward, Mr. Skald?" The Floramon shook her head. "Botany? Acting on your behalf with the director? Renamon, I ain't talking to a single person from the government, even if they are as crooked as a Piedmon." She chuckled, leaning on the table, resting her head against her palm.
"The name's Bell. What kinda operation you running here?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2019 2:11:09 GMT
"Duly noted."
Skald mulled over just how long she likely could stay out of sunlight and substitute the 'fake' light. He didn't want to test it and trying to push a worker he was about to get to do something they didn't like wouldn't end well. He'd slowly nod his head and then tap the table with a finger as she asked her question.
"Because long term investments and otherwise, I need someone that can do that sort of work. I'm not just a Bartender Ms. Lily; Nor is my sister just an investor in it."
His expression was flat, his tone was fairly cold still. The botany project that his sister had was a good way of testing if Lily here was willing to work with them in the long term. Herald had a few ideas regarding plants; which was strange considering that she was rarely into stuff like that.
"Under the table, avoidance of telling me a name with a half baked excuse. A con artist and botanist. And now wanting to avoid government interaction. Ms. Lily you're sounding awfully like someone running from something..."
The renamon took a sip of his water and then with the introduction of her proper name the renamon's eyebrows shot up and his flat expression was replaced with a small earnest smile.
"Ah. Yes. I've heard of you Ms. Bell. Herald was trying to follow your trail for a while rather unsuccessfully. As for operation? We're in the long game Ms. Bell, the very long game. We do indeed have a legal forefront which is this bar, but our current... 'activities' are limited to what we have avaliable on hand. As of right now? Our goal is simply the unification of the more unsavory elements of the city; your botonay will speed along those efforts. I do hope you don't mind dealing with poisonus plants or such."
The renamon leaned forward, clasping his hands. There was a strange air about him, his eyes lit up with a small fire of passion in them and his flat tone was replaced with that of a more energetic one.
"We pay well. We provide work. We provide homes. We ask for work, we ask for a small bit of loyalty and with what I've heard of you..."
He'd curl his lips in a small smile, taking another sip from his water. He had heard stories of what she had done, but nothing concrete, how she ran, how she was on the run still. It was a messy business wasn't it? Even the more loose lipped officials were tight lipped about her!
"You could use something like this. If my answers aren't working for you... well I'll have to wait on giving you 'proper' answers until you've done some work for me or my sister. Though she's a lot more of a chatter box than I am."
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Nov 1, 2019 0:34:38 GMT
Yes, a con artist, a botanist, and one who wanted to stay out of the eyes of the government. Perhaps the pieces were already beginning to shift in the Renamon's head - as soon as Bell said her name, the atmosphere in that private booth warmed right on up. He gave a smile to match her own, as the Floramon returned a chuckle. "I wouldn't have survived this long if I was easy to track down, Skald. But I hardly thought I'd wander into something so interesting right off the bat. Don't worry, I know my way around poisons and the like."
The Floramon was quickly slipping into her element, the mask that both of them wore quickly eroding as they took interest in the offer. This was going to be much better than a simple gig as a waitress. "And my, you do know how to bait a good offer. It's been a long while since I've been able to wear my 'own' face rather than acting... and come to think of it, that's probably the same for you."
Bell's grin widened enough to show the white of her teeth. "Well, don't worry - you have yourself a botanist. And I feel like we're going to get to know each-other quite well. Its not often that someone so bold tries to stake their claim in Terminus." And that, alone, had Bell's interest for the moment. "What should I know up front, then? About you, I mean."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2019 1:37:18 GMT
They were all skills and traits that Skald had been looking for, the subtle hints that most had the plant didn't. That already put her one above the riff raff that he normally hired. Herald had a much better luck in terms of hiring help than he did it seemed. The renamon's ears flicked a little bit and he'd rub at his chin, sipping at the water that he had brought with him.
"That's fair I suppose, I'm interested to know why they would even want you so badly in the first place! But if you know your way around poisons I can hardly argue if you don't want to tell me."
The renamon was fairly relaxed when it came to this sort of thing; his bartender monkier was prudish and distant from those that he interacted with even if he was 'friendly' with them. The renamon chuckled lightly and gave a small dismissive wave at that guess.
"When I close the bar down or the night I usually get to relax a bit. But in terms of interacting with people other than my sister? You'd be correct. Heh. And you certainly took the bait? Not in a bad way I assure you."
The renamon's brows shifted a little bit at the smile she gave him. He had a botanist now and one that he likely was going to get to know quite well. The emphasis on that made him tilt his head slightly and the small minded bit of her assumption he was trying to stake a claim in terminus.
"Well we certainly will be working very closely with one another so I would hope that we would get to know each other over not. Better for everyone no? And my dear; I don't intend to stake a claim in terminus. My goal is liberation; so you could say that my claim is terminus itself."
There was a softness in his eyes, something that he could fake quite easily but he'd slowly run his finger around the edge of his glass. A small ringing sound coming from it as the glass played along with his touch.
"There's sadly not much to tell, I'm still very young? At least to the digital world. Unless you mean in skills or some other ilk."
There was a sly smile and his hand had been put on the table all by it's lonesome; the first time that his body had been really past the 'reserved' nature the fox normally displayed. Even when dealing with his sister or other workers he was rarely this relaxed. Perhaps it was the fact that he had managed to snag quite a catch?
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Post by Bell the Floramon on Nov 2, 2019 16:02:58 GMT
"Oh, in due time, Skald. I can't have you knowing every little thing on my record... not at the very start, anyway."
Bell was still being at least somewhat cautious. She didn't want Skald to know the exact reasons or somehow be tempted to betray her from the start. But once the trust was built, perhaps she'd be more apt to let the fox know her life's story. That said, she was still taking a risk, giving a bit of a chuckle as Skald teased her about taking the bait.
"Your claim is Terminus itself? Oh, such lofty aspirations... but perhaps something like that would be better played in the realm of 'political opinion' rather than trying to make things shift under the surface. Hm... oh, who am I kidding, it's the same damn thing." That soft expression was met with a slight grin and a chuckle... and, oh? Skald was a 'recent' Digimon?
"Explains how I haven't seen you around here before, I guess." Bell stretched out her arms: "Though it also makes your motive interesting. What could have happened over such a short span to want you make you flip the world upside-down? Mmm... it makes you quite the alluring mystery."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2019 0:34:47 GMT
”A mon of mystery then. Makes learning it later on more enticing.
Skald chuckled lightly and shook his head’ he understood the need for caution. When it came down to it he wasn’t about to turn her over to someone, even if the reward was quite high and would make him look good. Betraying someone so early would be a costly mistake as he was still young and trying to set up contacts among various groups. Herald herself even suggested that they avoid that sort of thing… At least for now.
”Exactly so. Unfortunately to play that particular political game you need nearly a nigh infinite amount of bits and contacts built on layers of lies and mistrust of those you face. Ironically I chose the easier way of doing things.
The renamon shook his head, honestly the aspirations weren’t that lofty. They were long term! It would be years, decades even before he could manage such a thing. But he was patient and with every step they would find more and more mons under them. If they could get even those of the ‘good’ natured sort to help them rise through the ‘ranks’ so to speak? It would be even easier. He wasn’t looking to get unseated immediately by some fool with a blade the size of a mountain.
”To fair, it’s likely you’ve seen my sister over seeing me.”
Skald tilted his head as she spoke, how his motive was interesting. What could of happened over such a short span of time to want to flip this world upside down. How it made him an alluring mystery. To that last part the renamon gave a small grin and would turn either of his palms upwards. To many this would show that he meant them no harm but the grasping motion that he made with his hands meant something very different.
”That knowledge my dear is something you’ll find out through working with me. Perhaps over a dinner such as this or elsewhere more relaxed.
He knew the sort of game she was playing, but he wasn’t exactly the shy sort. Letting a loose chuckle he’d tap at the table, his warmth was showing and it was more refreshing than that cold undertone he constantly had. He was naturally friendly to those he worked with or had work for him.
”All I can say now Bell, is that it’s good to have you. I can show you where your home will be after dinner yes?
The fox hadn’t eaten anything in a bit, though his hunger didn’t look to be the sort that you could be satisfied with just a meal. His eyes had been shifting between the floramon and the outside world. He hungered for change, hungered for terminus to become better in his eyes. But perhaps there was a bit of tenderness for someone such as bell. Someone that was running from the world for some reason that she wasn’t going to share yet. He was hiding. She was running. It didn’t take a genius to understand that they both were of the same flock just in different points of their life. But hopefully his portion of the hiding and doing this work under the surface of terminus would also be something that could help bell out long term.
”So. If you don’t want to share why you’re running… Tell me more about your work then Bell. Your expertise as it were; I want to know more about you.”
He didn’t even seem to mind that bell wouldn’t be paying for whatever meal that she ordered if any at all. The renamon wasn’t the sort to charge his workers. He didn’t believe in that sort of nonsense. They were already doing work for him, why would he take their hard earned bits that he already gave them? Sure bell hadn’t done anything yet but that didn’t matter.
It wasn’t out of kindness, it wasn’t out of the fact that he was returning her flirts in varied manners. It was because of a certain level of professionalism that he maintained at all times. But there was a certain look in his eyes when he looked to Bell time to time, one of understanding. Knowing that she needed this just as much as much as he likely needed her to be here.
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