Description: For a cold, calculating assassin, Cammy is rather infatuated in the further development of Quon's dream career. But, who will she turn to in order to ensure he gets his shot at stardom in a fighting scene that's slowly staggering back to life following the invasion of Southtown? More importantly... will they agree to spending their time and effort on who is, currently, an absolute nobody?
Ah, Great Britain. The name speaks for itself, really, these days. People are all excited about that particular upcoming marriage, and Eagle here is no exception. He's been long awaiting that call to perform for the occasion months from now. Let's just say that having a spot to perform for the occasion is... very, very competitive and Eagle here is sparing no small expense in ensuring he's one of the top acts there.
Which leaves, of course, the matter of what to do in the interim. Aside from that meeting with that particularly loud and bothersome girl, it has been a little too quiet out on the home front out here. It's relatively early in the morning and Eagle is largely using this bit of down time - a bit too plentiful for his taste, but appreciated for the moment - to wind down as he sits out in front of his somewhat modest estate with, as predictable, a nice cup of tea out by the garden.
He should probably put on a thicker coat, given how cold it is up here - about freezing temperature. They're talking about it snowing. Snowing! But, it hasn't yet come to pass. The tea in question is keeping his body nice and warm as he considers his schedule over the next few days. He's going to fire whoever bloody put him for a show down in South Africa on Sunday when he was going to go out golfing with a few acquaintances.
Cammy has never actually met Eagle before, but after riffling through Shadaloo's files with a particular purpose in mind, she is vaguely acquainted with what he does. Basically... bouncing. That part doesn't sound all that interesting. But apparently flashy bouncing, for the great and the good, and Eagle is supposedly quite a showman as well as a great fighter. Possibly just the sort of person the Killer Bee is looking for.
Eagle's estate no doubt has some minor security to keep the rabble away, but that sort of thing is no problem for the Shadaloo assassin. And so if Eagle is an attentive sort, he might look up a bit, and notice a red cloaked girl clinging to the edge of his roof, face protruding over the ledge so she can look down at him with blank blue eyes. The huge red cloak isn't the best attire for roof climbing, but she has added a belt on the outside, cinched tight - thus showing how thin she is beneath it, as well as holding it in place while upside down. Well, she's here to talk to him, so maybe Eagle doesn't need to be all that attentive after all, as she speaks. "Good afternoon.".
Eagle doesn't think anyone would be so foolish as to invade someone's rooftop in broad daylight unless it's part of some filming act or what have you. Well... it's broad daylight in so much as an increasingly overcast sky goes. He has no reason to think of it as anything other than theatrics, albeit misplaced ones. Eagle lives in a very good part of town where crime is not a particular problem, so what security he does employ is very light. He is probably paying too much for what little good they do.
"Good afternoon, I presume you are here on," he opens his eyes after another good sip of tea to see this particularly eccentric sight of a young lady hanging upside down just in front of him, continuing to speak the last word of the sentence after a brief pause, "business."
When did my estate become a playground, he wonders to himself.
"Are you that afraid of my walkway, madam? I assure you, it is so well kept you would find no speck of dust on the soles of your shoes." He chuckles a little, though on the inside he is at a complete loss.
Cammy jumps off the roof, to land next to him with a thump of combat boots. "No... but I am used to having to find alternative access. Maybe you are less suspicious than others." she says with a small shrug, thinking of having to scale Quon's dorm to get into his room - and that was multi storey.
"I am here on business of sorts I suppose. I was wondering if you could do me a favour. I am not sure if you have any contacts or ability in the field of show business and acting, but you supposedly have a reputation as something of a showman. I suppose that, before I ask you about this favour specifically, you should say if you could indeed help me in that field, as otherwise my visit here is rather pointless I suppose." Cammy tells him in quiet tones, while slowly walking up to him.
True to his word, Cammy may find later that there is no speck of dust to be had on the soles of her boots, if she is so inclined to check for such things after this here meeting.
He raises an eyebrow at mention of alternative access. Don't these people know how to politely request audience at the gates? Perhaps she is here to deliver that invite he's been long waiting for. He's checked any and all alternate addresses they may have gone to, with no real success. Are they leaving him hanging just for this one little entertaining theatric delivery?
He becomes disappointed when this business she first mentions turns out to be none other than asking for a favour. A birthday party for a young fan, perhaps? Maybe a relative in the hospital who would be more than happy to see a few stick juggling tricks? All these ideas could be fine if he feels particularly charitable, he thinks to himself as he nods along what she's saying.
"...Do you realize who you are speaking to, young lady?" He's almost amused when she suggests he doesn't have contacts! "I am one of the most famous showmen of the nation, no, the world stage!" Which is... bizarrely true, in spite of his proportionally obscure appearances as of late. "Well, I suppose if you have gone through all this trouble then I have no choice but to hear you what this favour is."
He sets the tea to a small table on the side where it will surely cool rapidly in this brisk, cold air.
"Forgive me for not knowing, I am not all that well acquainted with the niceties of show business." Cammy admits smoothly.
"I have a friend, who wishes to work in show business... he is especially interested in Fei Long apparently, but meh.". She waves one hand dismissively, revealing her red gauntlet for a moment. "He seems to lack the opportunity though, except in the most menial sense. Being his friend, I am looking for people who might assist him, and after some consideration, I came across your name. So, that is the favour I ask - to meet this friend of mine, and see if you can assist him in some way. Given your fame and his current low stature, I assume he would be your assistant or something. I assure you, he is quite eager and driven! He will be a good worker.".
So Cammy says, in 'big up Quon' mode. "Are you interested in doing this for me?" she asks.
There are many people of low status that Eagle hires talent scouts to filter through to see who might put on the best show. It's no small secret as to what he prefers. He loves big, flashy displays. People who are capable of bringing this to the forefront are at the top of the list! In this respect, Cammy has chosen well.
Fei Long, the movie star, ah, yes, he's quite good. He's not sure what this young lady is thinking about being all 'meh' with him. His eyes do follow that red gauntlet for a moment. Was that a cast? If she's being all acrobatic with a broken arm, that speaks quite well to her own showmanship, he thinks for a moment as he brings a hand to his chin while she elaborates on how this man needs a shot. Wants a shot.
"Normally, I hire a goodly number of talent scouts who research these sorts of things for me," he says, "and... I must admit I do not remember myself or my agent hiring you, but... hm, I say. A name may say a lot, but if there is nothing to his name, you'll have to tell me more about why this name may yet be worthy of a grand show."
"By which I mean," he sits up a little as he circles his left hand about, "tell me about his style. Is he one of the sorts who throws colours about? One of those silent, stoic types? An acrobat? I could use a little more detail."
Cammy opens her mouth to reply, and then closes it again. A frown then slowly forms, marring her cherubic face as she thinks. Eventually, after some consideration, she speaks. "I do not really know. He knows kung fu?" she tells Eagle. "I guess he could be... a stunt man? He is quite good at kung fu." she lies. "And he is being trained by someone very good indeed. You must keep quiet about this as I'm not sure everybody should know, but... Sagat is training him.". A big, big, one eyed namedrop there, she thinks! "His name is Quon. You want to meet him?" she asks hopefully. "I will owe you a favour then." she tells him, puffing up a little beneath her cloak.
'Kung fu' tends to be diluted these days as a generic term for 'martial arts' by those who aren't particular enthusiasts in it, and Eagle steadily frowns at the thought that this young man, whoever it is this lady is speaking for, may not be so much special, but his interest piques again when she mentions who he is being trained by.
"Wait a minute. Sagat?" He is interested at this name. "The famed former Emperor of Muay Thai? Hm, are you certain, young lady, that this man does not practice Muay Thai?" He knows very well of Adon, who probably is the single most famous name on the fighting circuit right now and was once under the tutelage of Sagat. Though Sagat's name is not the sort mentioned to the company of warm, happy smiles, it says volumes if you are a tutor of Sagat.
This Quon, she says. Surely someone who appreciates a little danger and excitement in his life. Someone with a certain fire and flare for that sort of thing, he assumes. The Muay Thai style, however, is not usually possessed of the grace he looks for in spite of the seemingly simple approach of its eight deadly weapons and its storied history. Yet...
"I can only do so much with a name, madam," Eagle laughs, "I will need an address and contact information at once!"
"Excuse me," comes a short, aging butler as he spies the two, "when did you come in, young lady?"
"Don't mind her, Earl," Eagle waves him off as he turns his attention back to Cammy, "now, as long as I have an address and contact information, I shall see him for myself and go from there soon enough."
Cammy beams. "Well, this is most agreeable." she declares. "I was thinking that maybe I'd have to beat Fei Long up or something to force him to help Quon out but this is much easier. I owe you a favour." she promises him. "So long as it does contradict anything else I have to do, though." she warns. Favours come some distance below Lord Vega's orders.
She came prepared, as she draws a tiny slip of paper out of her pocket and passes it to Eagle - with Quon's address in his Southtown dorm on it, as well as an email address. "If you contact him, I would be grateful if you tell him that I am the one who contacted you about him initially - my name is Cammy." she asks, reaching up to tap just below her throat with one finger, her hand then slipping up to brush the errant tuft of blonde hair out of her face.
Ah, she must be working with some strict non-compete clause, Eagle thinks to himself. No wonder she tried to try and make this meeting a secret in so far as coming down from his roof goes, but, did she have to do this during the day where she could have been seen in broad daylight? Let alone with a cast on her hand?! (It's actually her glove, but don't tell him that.)
He accepts the slip of paper with a nod, handing it off to Earl so that he and people he pays to do the hard work of contacting people can, well, do what he bloody well pays them to do!
"Cammy, hm? Well then, Ms. Cammy, I will be sure to contact him shortly. My schedule is rather demanding, but, if he is as you say," not that he has reason to doubt her at this juncture, "it will not be hard to make space for him."
With that, he stands from his seat on the patio. "Now, I cannot help but notice you're wearing a red cast," he starts, "are you certain you don't wish to simply walk out the gate? Unless you have further business, of course." He gestures broadly to the way out. "I'd... rather not make it a habit of holding audiences with people dangling off my roof, you see."
"A red cast?" Cammy asks, a little bemused by this. She looks down at her hand - it extending from the cloak a little, to reveal the gauntlet again. "Oh, it's not a cast." she replies diffidently. "I am not so surprised that you don't know me, I have a lower profile than many. I will be on the television soon apparently.". Though it's taking it's time, she doesn't think her Maki fight has been aired yet. "It doesn't matter. Quon knows me.". She nods decisively. "And he is the one of importance here, not me. I am just trying to do him a favour. And I have succeeded, I think." she says, with one of her muted smiles.
"And... I will walk." she agrees, a little self conscious. "I did not know I could just walk in, is all. If I have to visit again, I will just walk in." she finishes, in a faintly reassuring tone. "Thank you for your time.". She nods her head, and promptly trots off towards the gate.
"Yes, that one," he nods, almost thinking of offering to sign it if he knew where his pen was. Or rather, where Earl knew where his pen was. Nobody knew where his pen was today. It's infuriating.
He seems a little surprised when she mentions that it's not a cast, and how he's not aware of who she is... well, aside from the name, for the moment that's the truth. Maybe it'll come to him the next few times he sees her in action, whenever that is.
"Well, I am certain he appreciates the effort you went through," he says, though he does remain optimistic of the idea that this Quon character is most definitely worth his time and energy as he goes to walk alongside her, "and... yes, well, normally you should call in advance, I am a very busy man," or rather the people he hires to be busy are very busy men. He's more than happy to walk alongside her if only because this also gives him a chance to give the people who man his gate what for for not spotting someone pulling this sort of stunt.
"After you, of course," he gestures out of the expected courtesy.
Cammy waves. "Goodbye, Eagle. You are a very helpful man. Don't forget to tell him that it was me! You have to tell him what you are doing, as this is a surprise gift, see." she tells him, and then slips out of the open gate, leaving him to discipline his staff. A taxi ride, a jog and a Shadaloo black helicopter later and the faux-Brit will be on the way home, back to Thailand!
Secure in the knowledge that Quon will be so happy when Eagle shows up. Almost as good as Fei Long. Maybe better! Fei Long is such a poser.
Log created on 15:15:44 12/02/2010 by Eagle, and last modified on 17:02:03 12/02/2010.