Patrollogs
(Isaiah's bargaining)
[Sun Oct 13 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Jodie makes her way in from the hall and when she notices Isaiah she gives an upnod and approaches the rep and Isaiah. "Whatever you said. Times two."
"Isaiah Reegan," Isaiah introduces themselves to the representative of The Circus as he approaches the table, apparently having said nothing yet, but here Jodie is for support, and he turns his pretty blue gaze upon her, smirking then hooking a thumb towards her. "We support our own," he explains, then confesses, "I don't have any sort of particular fondness for the Fae; but fondness isn't what mercenaries are about. You pay us, we do the fucking job, easy-as," says the crimson-haired fuck, who sits on the edge of the table like he owns the place and pulls out a cigarette. "So, let's make a deal. Who do you want us to kill?"
Jodie stuffs her hands into her hoodie pockets and looks vaguely apologetic when she realizes Isaiah hadn't given his speel yet. It pays off anyways and she gives an idle shrug. She seems to show a bit of interest in the gas can that her companion has and she eye balls Isaiah with a 'wtf' look
"What? It's for my bike," Isaiah tells Jodie as her eyes trail to his can of gasoline, and he pats it a few times at his hip. "Plus, you never know when a monster will show up. I always make sure I've got a can on hand in my saddlebag," he explains, waving a hand idly through the air. "Emergency fuel," he calls it, chewing faintly upon his lower lip in thought, then turning back to the representative of The Circus. "This is the kind of preparedness you want on your side. Always ready for fucking action."
"Ah, ok." Jodie says, seeming to accept that answer. She jumps a little and glances behind her as if something just brushed past her, just in time to see Sienna arrive. "Jesus. We're on the ball today."
"It's what we do," Isaiah explains to Jodie, then extends that to the representative of The Circus, saying, "Strength in numbers, and every single one of us is always ready to leap at an opportunity. We're go-getters, and we don't fucking sit still. Idle hands and all that shit, if there's money to be made, we make it, and we don't ask questions," he continues, raking tattooed fingers back through his crimson curls with a devilish smirk. "We deliver."
"Well then, I'll let you have this one as I don't actually care enough to fight for it." Illyana tells Isaiah.
"How gracious." Jodie says after Illyana speaks, looking amused and a little bit too cocky.
Illyana shrugs, "I mean... I'm in the wrong job as is."
Illyana waves to Isaiah and Jodie as she walks off.
"We have a hefty collection of Fae in our ranks," Isaiah tells the representative of The Circus, more coercion given as he continues to list his groups many merits. "Soon to be more. And they're just like you, living mostly on Earth, though one does now reside primarily in our commune."
Jodies Bargaining 241014
(Isaiah's bargaining)
[Sun Oct 13 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Jodie makes her way in from the hall and when she notices Isaiah she gives an upnod and approaches the rep and Isaiah. "Whatever you said. Times two."
"Isaiah Reegan," Isaiah introduces themselves to the representative of The Circus as he approaches the table, apparently having said nothing yet, but here Jodie is for support, and he turns his pretty blue gaze upon her, smirking then hooking a thumb towards her. "We support our own," he explains, then confesses, "I don't have any sort of particular fondness for the Fae; but fondness isn't what mercenaries are about. You pay us, we do the fucking job, easy-as," says the crimson-haired fuck, who sits on the edge of the table like he owns the place and pulls out a cigarette. "So, let's make a deal. Who do you want us to kill?"
Jodie stuffs her hands into her hoodie pockets and looks vaguely apologetic when she realizes Isaiah hadn't given his speel yet. It pays off anyways and she gives an idle shrug. She seems to show a bit of interest in the gas can that her companion has and she eye balls Isaiah with a 'wtf' look
"What? It's for my bike," Isaiah tells Jodie as her eyes trail to his can of gasoline, and he pats it a few times at his hip. "Plus, you never know when a monster will show up. I always make sure I've got a can on hand in my saddlebag," he explains, waving a hand idly through the air. "Emergency fuel," he calls it, chewing faintly upon his lower lip in thought, then turning back to the representative of The Circus. "This is the kind of preparedness you want on your side. Always ready for fucking action."
"Ah, ok." Jodie says, seeming to accept that answer. She jumps a little and glances behind her as if something just brushed past her, just in time to see Sienna arrive. "Jesus. We're on the ball today."
"It's what we do," Isaiah explains to Jodie, then extends that to the representative of The Circus, saying, "Strength in numbers, and every single one of us is always ready to leap at an opportunity. We're go-getters, and we don't fucking sit still. Idle hands and all that shit, if there's money to be made, we make it, and we don't ask questions," he continues, raking tattooed fingers back through his crimson curls with a devilish smirk. "We deliver."
"Well then, I'll let you have this one as I don't actually care enough to fight for it." Illyana tells Isaiah.
"How gracious." Jodie says after Illyana speaks, looking amused and a little bit too cocky.
Illyana shrugs, "I mean... I'm in the wrong job as is."
Illyana waves to Isaiah and Jodie as she walks off.
"We have a hefty collection of Fae in our ranks," Isaiah tells the representative of The Circus, more coercion given as he continues to list his groups many merits. "Soon to be more. And they're just like you, living mostly on Earth, though one does now reside primarily in our commune."