Patrollogs
(Emmanuel's bargaining)
[Tue Sep 10 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
"Isaiah Reegan Junior," Isaiah introduces himself as he walks up to the table, sitting on the edge and crossing his legs at the ankle so that his knee-high booted feet dangle above the floor. He pats his skirt down over what little bit of his thighs it covers and smiles faintly, going on to say, "I run The Forged Fortune.. I think we can make a deal together if you'll hear me out." His pretty blue eyes flicker towards Emmanuel then, and then down, his throat clearing faintly. He doesn't move from where he's sat on the table's edge, but he does at least open up the floor for others to speak.
"Ah, ah!" Emmanuel is far less dignified with his entrance as he rushes in from the rain and storm with Ritsuka in tow, shaking himself like a dog as he jogs into the room. "Well, isn't it my favourite joli garcon, hm?" He quips over to Isaiah with a twist of the lips, and then wanders over closer toward someone, "Hallo, hallo. Emmanuel Baptiste."
"Ah, ah!" Emmanuel is far less dignified with his entrance as he rushes in from the rain and storm with Ritsuka in tow, shaking himself like a dog as he jogs into the room. "Well, isn't it my favourite joli garcon, hm?" He quips over to Isaiah with a twist of the lips, and then wanders over closer toward the Order Rep, "Hallo, hallo. Emmanuel Baptiste."
Ritsuka looks towards the order rep. She places her hands palm facing downwards and tips of her longest finger meeting under her cheekbone and tilts her head a little bit. "I am Shimomi Ritsuka, I think I am moral support. I am very independent, but we can make a good deal if you want to be a little tease to everyone else." She flutters her eyeslashes and then hurries away, somewhere into the background.
"..I am supposing they were overwhelmed." Emmanuel clucks his tongue gently as the Order representative scurries away, and then turns aside to Ritsuka to gently tease her, "I am thinking you came on too strong, hm?" He informs the least coming-on-strong of those in the room.
"That's sad..." Isaiah softly murmurs, seeing that the representative didn't like their prospects and left without any deal at all. He pouts a little bit, then fiddles with the bottom hem of his skirt, saying, "I suppose that's that, then."
"They must have blushed very much under that helmet, and had to go to the bathroom to take care about something," Ritsuka says, giving the most innocent face she can before breaking into a light chuckle. "Maybe they were just very busy today?"
"That is probably it, oui." Emmanuel offers ready agreement with Ritsuka's suggestion, then turning to wander back toward the door, "Well, back to the adventuring, non?"
Ritsuka makes a light bow to Isaiah "Ohayo, Jayarr-san! Maybe next time will be luckier." She greets and says good-naturedly and then turns to follow on after Emmanuel, not lingering too much.
Illyana says "I see."
Illyana grumbles, "I hate walking."
"What is a joli garcon?" Isaiah wonders hesitantly of Emmanuel, glancign back at the Frenchman with a furrowed brow, language barrier right back in place where it ought to be. "Sionara, Ritsuka-san!" he bids her then, waving at Ritsuka with a grin.
"Looking well as ever, Yana, hm?" Emmanuel chirps toward Illyana as he wanders over toward the door, pausing to glance back and buzz back to Isaiah, "Oh, is it not being obvious? It's a pretty boy." He teases the man with a smirk.
"He's inventing words." Illyana confidently decides, telling Isaiah.
"Not you then." Illyana tells Emmanuel.
"Isaiah Reegan Junior," Isaiah introduces himself as he walks up to the table, sitting on the edge and crossing his legs at the ankle so that his knee-high booted feet dangle above the floor. He pats his skirt down over what little bit of his thighs it covers and smiles faintly, going on to say, "I run The Forged Fortune.. I think we can make a deal together if you'll hear me out." His pretty blue eyes flicker towards Ash then, and then down, his throat clearing faintly. He doesn't move from where he's sat on the table's edge, but he does take on a rosy-hued blush as his mind interprets, misinterprets, and maybe even deciphers the 'roses' that Ash seems to be enjoying as they walk.
Ash follows Isaiah in after wandering after with an umbrella over his head. They shake it off, drying it as they walk in, and say, "Looks like my other family is coming."
Ash says "Are you alright?"
Ash says "I know a crash won't really damage you - but still. Concern is appropriate."
Ash looks out the doorway, before saying, "Mmm, right... why would he come in? Hello, Korina."
Ash hums, saying, "And Yana, too... good company. But... I think you're at a disadvantage here, bestie."
Entering and seeing Ash and Korina already there, Illyana evidently decides to just leave it. Things are well in hand.
Isaiah sits primly on the edge of the table, smiling faintly as Illyana returns to find him at yet another town hall meeting. Working hard, this one, it seems. He still doesn't move from his spot upon the edge of the table where he chatters happily with the representative of The Watchers, but after a while of flirtatious banter and attempting to use his charms to get his way, he does ultimately open the floor for others.
Korina is dripping rainwater all over and seems moderately mad - which is madder than her usual resting state of mildly mad. She doesn't acknoweldge Isaiah or Ash or Illyana other than a passing sweep of her gaze, instead just slamming a hand upon the table at which the representative of The Watchers sits. "You," she states, eyes narrowed. "Hand. Or else."
"I only came to make sure the frog couldn't win and it's not here." Illyana shrugs. "I've already taken the W."
Ash offers to Illyana, "He's in the Wild, with Cara and Ms. Shimomi."
"Hopefully two of them die." Illyana cheerfully responds to Ash. Then seems to simply admire Korina's masterful diplomacy.
Ash nods to Illyana, agreeing. "Though, Emmanuel at least has the good taste to compliment JR's beautiful new look. Maybe the rats will leave his eyes - the best part of him."
"It is a great look." Illyana agrees with Ash, regarding Isaiah's outfit.
Isaiah watches Korina's far more aggressive approach, and perhaps there is a joke to be made about wet cats and their counterparts, but he doesn't make it. Instead he occupies himself with a bit of candy that he produces from a /small/, near-useless pocket in his almost non-existent skirt, slowly unwrapping it as he makes steady eye contact with the representative of The Watchers. "So, as I was saying," he continues, popping the treat into his own mouth and using his tongue to push it up against the inside of his left cheek as he lifts one long leg, shifting his thighs against one another as he crosses them in the opposite direction now. "You wouldn't be the first satisfied customer that's come to the Forged Fortune. You pay us, we get the job done, in and out, no mess left behind, no questions asked," he assures with the briefest of winks offered to punctuate this advertisement of services.
Korina is in the middle of an intense staring match with representative of The Watchers, eyes narrowing even further as though daring them to look away from her and towards Isaiah.
Ash looks pretty confident in themself today, not to mention - with their rolled up dress sleeves, tattooed arms, slick slacks and eye candy in a miniskir (@chamoy) at their side - almost like a real boy. Almost. They nod to Illyana with clear approval, saying, "Well, I knew you had an artist's eye, but I appreciate the reaffirmation." Then, they look over to Nikolai, giving a nod. "There he is."
Ash looks pretty confident in themself today, not to mention - with their rolled up dress sleeves, tattooed arms, slick slacks and eye candy in a miniskirt ( Isaiah ) at their side - almost like a real boy. Almost. They nod to Illyana with clear approval, saying, "Well, I knew you had an artist's eye, but I appreciate the reaffirmation." Then, they look over to Nikolai, giving a nod. "There he is." (fix)
"Forged Fortune is hack job team of amateurs," Nikolai grunts out in denial of Isaiah's claims, though he's working on minimal context, here. "Hand is known quantity, worldwide, professional - and we know a thing or two more about magic than shithead werewolves. Only thing those cykas can tell you that we cannot is how your nice your ass smells." He folds his arms over his chest, leans against the doorframe, then informs the Watcher, "I expect you know who you should be working with."
Isaiah, too, gives the poor representative of The Watchers an intense stare, he and Korina locked in an intense staring competition with them. The redhead chews faintly upon his lower lip, leaning backwards just a touch to peek around Korina's head. "Think about it- you work closely with the Order. These people are the Hand. The /Hand/, friend."
The representative of The Watchers decides to support The Forged Fortune.
Isaiahs Bargaining 240911
(Emmanuel's bargaining)
[Tue Sep 10 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 55F(12C) degrees.
"Isaiah Reegan Junior," Isaiah introduces himself as he walks up to the table, sitting on the edge and crossing his legs at the ankle so that his knee-high booted feet dangle above the floor. He pats his skirt down over what little bit of his thighs it covers and smiles faintly, going on to say, "I run The Forged Fortune.. I think we can make a deal together if you'll hear me out." His pretty blue eyes flicker towards Emmanuel then, and then down, his throat clearing faintly. He doesn't move from where he's sat on the table's edge, but he does at least open up the floor for others to speak.
"Ah, ah!" Emmanuel is far less dignified with his entrance as he rushes in from the rain and storm with Ritsuka in tow, shaking himself like a dog as he jogs into the room. "Well, isn't it my favourite joli garcon, hm?" He quips over to Isaiah with a twist of the lips, and then wanders over closer toward someone, "Hallo, hallo. Emmanuel Baptiste."
"Ah, ah!" Emmanuel is far less dignified with his entrance as he rushes in from the rain and storm with Ritsuka in tow, shaking himself like a dog as he jogs into the room. "Well, isn't it my favourite joli garcon, hm?" He quips over to Isaiah with a twist of the lips, and then wanders over closer toward the Order Rep, "Hallo, hallo. Emmanuel Baptiste."
Ritsuka looks towards the order rep. She places her hands palm facing downwards and tips of her longest finger meeting under her cheekbone and tilts her head a little bit. "I am Shimomi Ritsuka, I think I am moral support. I am very independent, but we can make a good deal if you want to be a little tease to everyone else." She flutters her eyeslashes and then hurries away, somewhere into the background.
"..I am supposing they were overwhelmed." Emmanuel clucks his tongue gently as the Order representative scurries away, and then turns aside to Ritsuka to gently tease her, "I am thinking you came on too strong, hm?" He informs the least coming-on-strong of those in the room.
"That's sad..." Isaiah softly murmurs, seeing that the representative didn't like their prospects and left without any deal at all. He pouts a little bit, then fiddles with the bottom hem of his skirt, saying, "I suppose that's that, then."
"They must have blushed very much under that helmet, and had to go to the bathroom to take care about something," Ritsuka says, giving the most innocent face she can before breaking into a light chuckle. "Maybe they were just very busy today?"
"That is probably it, oui." Emmanuel offers ready agreement with Ritsuka's suggestion, then turning to wander back toward the door, "Well, back to the adventuring, non?"
Ritsuka makes a light bow to Isaiah "Ohayo, Jayarr-san! Maybe next time will be luckier." She greets and says good-naturedly and then turns to follow on after Emmanuel, not lingering too much.
Illyana says "I see."
Illyana grumbles, "I hate walking."
"What is a joli garcon?" Isaiah wonders hesitantly of Emmanuel, glancign back at the Frenchman with a furrowed brow, language barrier right back in place where it ought to be. "Sionara, Ritsuka-san!" he bids her then, waving at Ritsuka with a grin.
"Looking well as ever, Yana, hm?" Emmanuel chirps toward Illyana as he wanders over toward the door, pausing to glance back and buzz back to Isaiah, "Oh, is it not being obvious? It's a pretty boy." He teases the man with a smirk.
"He's inventing words." Illyana confidently decides, telling Isaiah.
"Not you then." Illyana tells Emmanuel.
"Isaiah Reegan Junior," Isaiah introduces himself as he walks up to the table, sitting on the edge and crossing his legs at the ankle so that his knee-high booted feet dangle above the floor. He pats his skirt down over what little bit of his thighs it covers and smiles faintly, going on to say, "I run The Forged Fortune.. I think we can make a deal together if you'll hear me out." His pretty blue eyes flicker towards Ash then, and then down, his throat clearing faintly. He doesn't move from where he's sat on the table's edge, but he does take on a rosy-hued blush as his mind interprets, misinterprets, and maybe even deciphers the 'roses' that Ash seems to be enjoying as they walk.
Ash follows Isaiah in after wandering after with an umbrella over his head. They shake it off, drying it as they walk in, and say, "Looks like my other family is coming."
Ash says "Are you alright?"
Ash says "I know a crash won't really damage you - but still. Concern is appropriate."
Ash looks out the doorway, before saying, "Mmm, right... why would he come in? Hello, Korina."
Ash hums, saying, "And Yana, too... good company. But... I think you're at a disadvantage here, bestie."
Entering and seeing Ash and Korina already there, Illyana evidently decides to just leave it. Things are well in hand.
Isaiah sits primly on the edge of the table, smiling faintly as Illyana returns to find him at yet another town hall meeting. Working hard, this one, it seems. He still doesn't move from his spot upon the edge of the table where he chatters happily with the representative of The Watchers, but after a while of flirtatious banter and attempting to use his charms to get his way, he does ultimately open the floor for others.
Korina is dripping rainwater all over and seems moderately mad - which is madder than her usual resting state of mildly mad. She doesn't acknoweldge Isaiah or Ash or Illyana other than a passing sweep of her gaze, instead just slamming a hand upon the table at which the representative of The Watchers sits. "You," she states, eyes narrowed. "Hand. Or else."
"I only came to make sure the frog couldn't win and it's not here." Illyana shrugs. "I've already taken the W."
Ash offers to Illyana, "He's in the Wild, with Cara and Ms. Shimomi."
"Hopefully two of them die." Illyana cheerfully responds to Ash. Then seems to simply admire Korina's masterful diplomacy.
Ash nods to Illyana, agreeing. "Though, Emmanuel at least has the good taste to compliment JR's beautiful new look. Maybe the rats will leave his eyes - the best part of him."
"It is a great look." Illyana agrees with Ash, regarding Isaiah's outfit.
Isaiah watches Korina's far more aggressive approach, and perhaps there is a joke to be made about wet cats and their counterparts, but he doesn't make it. Instead he occupies himself with a bit of candy that he produces from a /small/, near-useless pocket in his almost non-existent skirt, slowly unwrapping it as he makes steady eye contact with the representative of The Watchers. "So, as I was saying," he continues, popping the treat into his own mouth and using his tongue to push it up against the inside of his left cheek as he lifts one long leg, shifting his thighs against one another as he crosses them in the opposite direction now. "You wouldn't be the first satisfied customer that's come to the Forged Fortune. You pay us, we get the job done, in and out, no mess left behind, no questions asked," he assures with the briefest of winks offered to punctuate this advertisement of services.
Korina is in the middle of an intense staring match with representative of The Watchers, eyes narrowing even further as though daring them to look away from her and towards Isaiah.
Ash looks pretty confident in themself today, not to mention - with their rolled up dress sleeves, tattooed arms, slick slacks and eye candy in a miniskir (@chamoy) at their side - almost like a real boy. Almost. They nod to Illyana with clear approval, saying, "Well, I knew you had an artist's eye, but I appreciate the reaffirmation." Then, they look over to Nikolai, giving a nod. "There he is."
Ash looks pretty confident in themself today, not to mention - with their rolled up dress sleeves, tattooed arms, slick slacks and eye candy in a miniskirt ( Isaiah ) at their side - almost like a real boy. Almost. They nod to Illyana with clear approval, saying, "Well, I knew you had an artist's eye, but I appreciate the reaffirmation." Then, they look over to Nikolai, giving a nod. "There he is." (fix)
"Forged Fortune is hack job team of amateurs," Nikolai grunts out in denial of Isaiah's claims, though he's working on minimal context, here. "Hand is known quantity, worldwide, professional - and we know a thing or two more about magic than shithead werewolves. Only thing those cykas can tell you that we cannot is how your nice your ass smells." He folds his arms over his chest, leans against the doorframe, then informs the Watcher, "I expect you know who you should be working with."
Isaiah, too, gives the poor representative of The Watchers an intense stare, he and Korina locked in an intense staring competition with them. The redhead chews faintly upon his lower lip, leaning backwards just a touch to peek around Korina's head. "Think about it- you work closely with the Order. These people are the Hand. The /Hand/, friend."
The representative of The Watchers decides to support The Forged Fortune.