Description: In the past Naerose was once harassed by a guy with a really creepy name. That creepy name.. That creepy guy. Some things are totally best left forgotten.
[OOC] Death of Naerose special edition also opens.
[OOC] Urien doesn't particularly care, yo.
Laying low. That meant avoiding trouble, avoiding this whole war and generally being one of the scares populace that had better things to do than get killed. Naerose always had beter things to do than get killed, but she also wanted to achieve certain things while in Southtown. Help a friend, hinder competition and generally build her own place in the world. Make new friends. Get what she lost back which is er.. a place to belong. Unfortunately she comes to southtown, finds it in a war and is totally like. Woah. Sometimes it is better to stay out of things. With no odd jobs to find, Southtown is not an ideal place for a cash strapped witch to try and find funding for her projects. Who is going to sponsor her when people can barely make by day to day? Certainly not anybody. So what now? Naerose is forced to resort to finding the underground sources for money.
[OOC] Death of Naerose special edition keeps posing.
[OOC] Urien nodnods.
She had some contacts, thanks to her time with Blackjack, but the real dark people well, they were best avoided. They were up to no good and that was what she wanted to avoid. Let the criminals have the criminals, people who were SLIGHTLY more netural were her aim. Or .. well.. Anyone willing to give her cash. A gregslist posting probably wouldn't help. she tries anyway. Yahoo jobs, Monster.com.. Ect. On a whim, Naerose vaguely recalls some of the people she encountered with the NL. None of those panned out. This wasn't looking good. On a last ditch effort Naerose decides to try and get attention by subtle displays of power. Nothing big like explosions, those were easy enough to find, but minor things, like training atop building by trying to fly her broom from one rooftop to the other. . without crashing. It was tiring work and after a half day of it the red clad woman needs a snack. This is where we find her now. CAUTIOUSLY making her way down the street to anyone selling food. She has five dollars left.
Times were tough for the G-Project. Although it had born fruit with Raoghnailt, though it was consolidating its power and preparing to be as much of a thorn in the side of the 'major' players in this little war as it could, money is low. In terms of technology, well, they were still doing well enough. But things could always be better. Urien has his people scouring the city for easy money, which is, ironically, much more difficult to come by than one would think. His plans have, by necessity, needed to take something of a back seat. No kidnapping, no major expansion, nothing.
Of course. Things can change. Urien was still determined that, if the G-Project were going to come out of this injured, they were going to do a disproportionate amount of damage in return to the enemy. They might even be able to take some of the more interesting developments, and twist them to their own ends. So, with that in mind, he's been trying to think of people with... plausible deniability. More to the point, people who, should it all go horribly wrong and Urien's balance sheets actually turn negative, would not be in much of a position to make his life more difficult.
Eventually, his thoughts had turned to Naerose. She'd done well enough in the Neo League to be interesting, and she might be able to get the job done. So it is that, as she goes to get food, a limousine pulls up alongside her, and one blacked out window rolls down, revealing Urien, in all his suited glory.
"Get in, Miss Delphine. I have a proposition for you."
At first this is enough to make Naerose jump, seriously jump. She does. Jump. Though then she sees the face in the window and totally doesn't recognize it. As much as this smells of fear and scary stuff, there was one fact that remained in the air. That was, she needed money. There would be scary people and she would have to deal with them. She would have to learn about power some way or another. Really it was kind of ironic. Pioneering was hard work. She gets in. Besides, anyone who could afford a limo has to be loaded. Too bad she's wrong about that.
Inside a car was not her ideal situation. She couldn't swing her broom, she could zip off on it, she was trapped. If it came down to it in such a small space it would be a power struggle and due to the close quarters, she would be totally in the path of her own blasts. If he so desired, this man could probably hurt her. How did her old employer do it? Naerose was tempted to give her a call and ask. Instead she gets into the car, taking her broom and trying to find a way to position it. Good thing limo's are spacious.
"Hi, so umm," Naerose adjusts her shades, practically blinded by the darkness plus shades in the limo. Takes a moment for them to adjust, "I don't think I know you, but you know me huh, whats this deal?"
Urien does his best to make it a comfortable experience. He really does. He's done enough research on the woman to know that she liked to eat, so a small platter of tapas, olives and feta cheese is provided. Along with a bottle of champagne, which he pours into two flutes. It was mildly ironic that the darkness stole any immediate recognition of these things from Naerose, but, the overall impression he is working hard to give is one of easy luxury.
It was important to maintain these appearances. If the outside world knew how much he was struggling, the sharks would be on him before he had time to scream.
"Simple enough." He states, calmly. "I am Urien. I represent a small band of people who wish to see the world become a better place. You are a person who, we believe, can be trusted to act on our behalf, and we wish to employ you to obtain some goods from a group who wishes to see the world become... rather more like Southtown in its current state, but on a vaster scale."
The champagne is, carefully, passed forwards. The light in the back of the car also lit, to make things a little easier all around. It's not so bad! Urien is just the kind of person you can trust, right?
Some say Naerose was too trusting, and as her eyes adjust they bulge. Wow, this guy did his homework. Now the kind of guest you hate, the one you see in all those action movies, they sit, do not touch the provided offerings and with a hard stare tell the bad guy, to their face, go to hell! But Naerose wasn't like that. First off she wasn't lawful good, she had no problem accepting the small offerins and does so. As soon as she sees them. Secondly, she wasn't good, she was neutral, while leaning toward teh good guys, she didn't see the world in black and white, or grey, she had a very unique outlook. So there was no reason to assume she couldn't work with this guy yet. Even if she found the initial introduction a touch sketchy. It's really hard to tell as she has a good poker face of that stupid smile she usually wears.
"Ah.. umm okay." she says, not terrible concerned with ideals. "so, you want to hire people? Like as part of your organization? Or as contractors?" One Naerose would totally jump at , the other she might be a little uneasy about. The fact was Naerose had been burned before and wasn't too keen on repeating the burning.
"Both."
Urien speaks quite simply. He had little time for such concerns. Honestly, he had no idea if Naerose would even be suitable to become a long-term member of his organization. The testing involved is... extensive. Right now, however, he didn't have the time or money to even begin to consider finding out.
"We need people. But, at the moment, we need action more than we need personnel, and I don't know if you are ready to join our family. If, of course, you are even interested to begin with. No. At the moment, I'm willing to offer a more... loose payment scheme. For every useful delivery of NESTS technology you can bring me, I will pay you."
His smile becomes more of a knowing grin as he leans back. "Of course, how much you think you are worth... well. I couldn't even begin to guess that. So, the specifics. That's really up to you, isn't it?"
"Nests Technology?" asks Naerose while trying an olive, some feta and some of the sparkly. She didn't have any tolerance to drinking and soon decides the little bit was enough. Well so far this was fine, she wasn't prepared to commit to anything long term, but a short term job with a payoff (assuming there even was a payoff) was great. Of course Naerose assumes there is a payoff. The whole apperances thing works hook line and sinker for the red witch as she slowly nods and stuff.
"So I think I have the gist, but what am I supposed to get, where do I get it and where do I deliver it? Also, what is it worth to you?" Naerose didn't care for making enemies of anyone, though she needed to start to act somehow and make some moves, she also needed to find a way to get some cash. Besides, if one group had technology, sharing it might make the balance of power more even. That would be a good thing, right? The witch totally justifies it to herself and then tries another olive. These were nice. This guy must be greek.
For a moment, Urien seems to consider this carefully. Sipping from his champagne, he smiles at last. Obtaining NESTS technology was a pricey business. But, with the madness of Southtown, it is something of a buyers market. The difficulty is, there is rather a lot of it, and putting out a blanket price would mean paying as much for NESTS latest toaster as for the advanced cloning equipment. That wouldn't do at all.
Urien already had all the cloning equipment he needed.
"I know the location of a few of NESTS bases around Southtown. Most of it is, of course, hidden away. I'd suggest finding and beating some of the low ranking troops for details, but, they do seem rather frustratingly loyal. I'll provide a small list of what I know when we've settled terms. As for price, that really depends on what it is you can bring me. The firearms and body armor aren't, for the most part, that interesting. Perhaps a few hundred dollars a piece. But, bring me some of NESTS laboratory technology, and I'll guarantee at least a thousand per unit. Possibly more, if it is something I haven't seen before, or something particularly valuable."
He pauses for a moment, mulling a thought around in his mind. "We have a safe house or two left in the city. You'll deliver the equipment there, and, if you want, I'll even provide food and lodging for the duration of your employment with us." He smiles broadly, ever benevolent in his charity. "But. I do expect discretion. NESTS have proven irritatingly capable of finding my locales in the past, and I will not stand for them to breach my hospitality a second time."
Well it didn't sound terrible, she could follow someone or something. She was pretty sure with enough information it might be possible to get a bit of such equipment. The cost though..? Well it was certainly something to consider. Possibly stumbling into the wrong places. There was a lot to consider. First though, payment on delivery, so there was no real pressure. Why not. "Alright, fine, but I'll need all that you have on locations or at least opperatives. " Beating one wasn't going to work but perhaps, "Oh and I'd totally like to know what sort of things they're interested in. You know, what they want? If you know that is." The witch gets her gears rolling and it ends up on this movie she saw with Brad Pitt. In this movie he somehow realized that a town with huge walls and defense like no other was totally going to have a horse fettish and that they would be all over wheeling a big horse into their streets and forgetting about it. That totally made sense. So why couldn't Naerose do the same thing?
"What NESTS wants... I'm afraid that is a mystery. If you can get me whatever that is, though. If you can tell me why they have done this... or get me whatever prize all this is worth? Well. You can name your price."
It's frustrating to say it, but, it was the truth. His information was blind. He knew NESTS had been performing experiments in various parts of the town, he knew that they'd taken one of the Schools, and that they were occupying swathes of the city. But he didn't know why. It was one of many mysteries that he found himself laying up at night worrying about.
"As for locations and operatives, we can provide information on that. No doubt you are aware of some of them. The girl Kula Diamond, particularly, should be at the top of your concerns. She is surprisingly strong, and is likely not to hesitate to kill you if you give her the chance."
He flashes a smile, then. "I'm sure you'll be fine, though. For the most part, I believe we are... beneath notice."
"Yeah. Right Beneath notice." Naerose replies, sounding like she totally doesn't thnk that is going to last long if she starts trying to break into stuff. " Alright, get me the information and I'll see what I can get you , then we can discuss price and it will be really neat." Naerose gives a nod, a biiig smile and then she's back to enjoying the stuff laid out, except if that is all Urien wanted her for, she might find herself on the curb before she eats all of the stuff he still has. How many meetings has he conducted using the same food to show wealth he didn't have? She didn't know. She didn't even know that this guy wasn't rolling in dough. But at least this school thing was a lead. No one was going to mind terribly if Naerose went and tried to smack down some invaders, even if it ultimately led to her getting money from another group of sketchy origins. It was all for the greater good. She would make friends. It would be awesome. More bubbly. Yep, still not tasty. It turns out, Nae was no drinker.
Urien has to admire that enthusiasm. The food was... really just scavenged. Stolen like most of the stuff that Urien was enjoying these days. Like the cheap bed and breakfast he had commandeered and his little luxuries. The fact is, though, that it isn't the finest, it isn't the best. Aside from his suits (never compromise on the suits, ever) and this limousine, everything else was... stolen.
He hands her a small piece of paper. A few NESTS facilities noted- the obvious one in the school, a few less obvious ones set up throughout the city, and then he pulls the car up to the curb with a rap of his knuckles. "Feel free to take the food with you." He states, "And the drink too, if you want it." It wasn't a very expensive gesture... and people you treat well tend to work /much/ harder than people you scare into submission. Just ask Adon.
"Oh, okay, thanks, " Naerose replies and leaves the drink behind. She had no where to put it, but she does take the food. Having little bags in her hat, ziplock, she easily empties the platters into them and puts the food away into said hat. As strange as it sounds, the thing really did make a pretty good place to keep things. "So I guess I'll get out?" The witch asks and lokos aruond toward the window, which is probably tinted and wouldn't you know, the shades prevent her from seeing much, or easily. "Oh, what do I call you anyway?" Naerose asks, suddenly aware of how awkward it was that she dind't have a name, anything, to address the imposing figure by.
[OOC] Urien did say his name is Urien. XD;
[OOC] Death of Naerose special edition was distracted by the food.
[OOC] Urien says, "Aaah. Gotcha."
Urien smirks slightly. The witches antics were amusing, and who knew, maybe she had enough skill to actually get something useful for him too. He wasn't wasting anything by asking her. The man nods to her query, however, "Yes. Here is where you leave." He says, pausing as he leans over to open the door. "Urien." He repeats.
"The last place on there is the safehouse. It is marked as such. I'll leave it to your imagination to find it, we can't risk someone watching us now, you see. Good day, Miss Delphine. I look forward to seeing what fruits this little partnership of ours brings."
And with that, he does open the car door, out into the Chinatown streets once more.
[OOC] Death of Naerose special edition says, "Okay Scene end? Thanks for this!"
[OOC] Urien says, "No worries! Sorry it wasn't longer or anything."
[OOC] Death of Naerose special edition says, "Long isn't as necessary as useful really. It opens the doors to rp oppertunities."
[OOC] Death of Naerose special edition thinks that is all tha tmatters.
Log created on 11:59:08 05/07/2009 by Naerose, and last modified on 22:52:06 12/19/2010.