Description: Down at the Shanghai Sports Bar, Vyle in conducting some undercover research for his new employers. Interrupting his work, however, is a seemingly sloshed world detective, Daniel Jack. The Mad Jack of Todoh, buying him a few drinks, makes him an offer to take on the gangs of Sunshine City. In particular, a strange gang lead by Aoi Himezaki...
It's been about a week since the man known as Vyle had that little...talk and proposition, meeting right here in this bar. Funny, doing such things under the nose of Syndicate territory, but hey, Vyle was a subversive little asshole like that...not to mention that the Syndicate wasn't exactly in the picture right now. Not HERE anyhow. Chiling in a corner booth away from the main bar in normal color clothing for once, he had several shots before him...and a shot glass as well! The shots in question weren't drinks but photographs, taken from his most recent excursion to Prague to track...someone. Smirking, he held up a picture of a certain bald albino girl tossing out a ball of psychic energy around to some punks in an alleyway.
Chuckling to himself, he piled up the photos on the table and tucked them away in a folder, and the folder in his bag. Replacing their place on the table was a phone. Tilting it longways, he cued up a video....particularly an NDP video. "That's my bitch..." he mutters to himself, grinning before finally slugging back whatever concoction had been waiting for him in that shot glass.
Daniel Jack didn't intend to bump into Vyle.
THe detective, away from the nasty little wrestler, had come to the bar to relax. After all, he had the money to relax with. The winnings from the NDP was divided between his dojo and himself, leaving the detective a mere $200,000 in his name. After paying off all his debts, the detective found himself with more disposable income he had ever found. He was a man on a mission, well, on many missions. What brought him to the Shanghai Sports Bar though? Perhaps he was following the trail of the watch thieves? Or maybe collecting information on Zaki? What did Daniel want at the bar?
Why, chicks of course.
And yet, the detective sat alone in the bar, dressed in his orange zoot suit. The fishing was slim tonight, however, but a new opportunity emerged. Looking up from his shot of whiskey, he spied Vyle across the way. His mind reeled, soaked to the gills with the liquor. Rolling off of the barstool, he heads right for Vyle. The sharp eyes of the detective catch the photos and the folder, but his mind doesn't quite make it come together. Looming over the booth, he slurs out towards the nasty lucha.
"Vyle, my old buddy! What's up?"
Vyle continued to rewatch that goldmine of possibility and potential that was Shun vs. Chiyoko, chuckling to himself as the video played on his phone. He scratched his chin, engrossed as he focused this time on the second target involved in this fight. Of course...what he wasn't expecting was a voice he never figured to hear here and asking for him by name. Blinking, he looked up and caught the unmistakable eyesore of that orange zoot suit.
"...The hell you want?" he asks Daniel, as brusque as ever, to put it politely. The rudo sneers a bit at the detective...and sneers even more as he realizes he's drunk already. Hell, Vyle isn't drunk and he's...well, actually, he's kinda sort of working so perhaps that's why, but still!
Daniel just LAUGHS.
"Ha ha ha, jeeze Vyle, you are off the job, aren't you? Well, you aren't, I'm sorry for interrupting you." The detective takes a seat down, the inivitation obviously given in silence. "Man, I didn't know you did footwork. You must be a wrestler by night, and a detective by day! Ha ha ha..." The detective motions at a cocktail waitress.
"Hey! Sweetheart! We got a couple of highrollers here, ready to get tanked!"
The detective pulls out his wallet, and flashes some money before pulling out several bills. As the waitress comes by, Daniel looks her straight in the eyes, grinning wonderfully. "I'm gonna have a Battery Acid, in honor of my friend here. And my friend, hey, Vyle." Daniel looks at his companion, bleary-eyed.
%"You can order ANYTHING. My treat."
Vyle rolls his eyes at the detective. He can deal with that suit in a fight and damned if it doesn't inspire plenty of insults he can use, but it is still one hell of a ridiculous eyesore....mind, this coming from someone whose trademark colors are eyesearing green and purple. Shaking his head, he pushes aside the phone, though he doesn't turn the video off. Hey, he even has an excuse for why he's watching it. "Considering this bint's the whole prodigy thing going through the NDP right now? Damn right I'm keeping track of her.
Hey, it's not like he's lying either. He's gonna have to face both of them eventually in the NDP. At least, Shun for sure. His 'footwork' though is interrupted as he sees Daniel flashing those bills and offering to treat him to a drink. "Well...guess you know when to put your money where your liver is," he notes wryly. Hey...whatever angle is floating here, he can play along. He plays people all day long after all, and getting a free drink out of it...why not?
Daniel Jack shrugs.
"Why not drink? Drinking is fun. Eyeing the phone, he nods firmly. "Yeah, you mean Shun? She is an utter pill, trust me. Smarmy brat too. I just -hate- smarmy brats. What about that other girl though? I haven't run into her yet." Daniel hiccups, swallowing hard. "Ugh. Yeah, nah, order anything. WHat -are- you doing with your life, scuzzy? I haven't seen you since the NDP?"
Daniel pauses.
"Maybe you want to hear what I am doing!"
The detective slams a hand on the table. "But first! Drinks! On top of the battery acid, I want two shots of whiskey, and a Bacradi 151 shot! I mean, if you would, kindly miss!" THe detective winks at Vyle, his dark skin the only thing hiding how sloshed he was. Snapping his fingers, he continues. "I also want a beer, ma'am!" He belts to the waitress. Leaning back to Vyle, the mad detective nods firmly, snapping his fingers again.
"What kind of beer do you like, Buddy?"
Vyle shrugs a bit as he's asked about Chiyoko. Oh, he KNOWS...but it's safer to feign ignorance in her case. "Couldn't tell you, aside from the fact that she needs some more sun. The fight didn't last long enough to get an idea how strong she is." He shrugs, finally putting away the phone for now. "Me? Here and there, keeping my ear to the ground for a good score. Fighting doesn't pay all the bills you know, but hey...keep that between you and me, huh?" He smirks conspiratorially. He could have been even more enigmatic, but... 1) the best lies have a kernel of truth, and 2) the detective seems drunk enough that it might not even matter if he reads too mch into it.
He DOES however seem rather...uncomfortable at the rather chummy way he was...or rather...how LOUD and chummy he was. Oh, he could handle loud, but damned if that stupid drunk cheer didn't grate him a little. "Boilermaker or Jaegerbomb, whichever costs more," he smirks. "Hey, if your're gonna pay...so...what's this about what you're doing, huh?"
Daniel Jack nods, grinning fiercely.
He was totally wasted.
"She does need a lot more sun. I dunno, I'll give her a spin. I mean, I try to fight her in the league! Not get funny with her, scuzzy." Daniel pounds a palm on the table. "Man! I am not drunk." The detective grins at Vyle. When he brings up funds, the detective purses his lips. "Oh, yeah, scuzzy, I know. I got a great score now. A woman who doesn't wear underpants gave it to me! To find her watch! From watch thieves! They are called the Black Dragons, and, hey, hey."
Daniel leans in towards Vyle.
"Wanna hear a secret?"
The waitress leaves quickly, ready to retrieve their drinks. Except Daniel's.
His would be VERY watered down.
Raising his eyebrow at the detective, the rudo gave Danny a small shove on his shoulder. "You're drunk enough to say something like that about someone that ol...hell, how old are you anyway?" he mutters. It's a good thing Vyle knows how to play nice. He could be making a whole host of wrong things to say right now, but this seemed like a good time to wheedle out something interesting from the Todoh-ryuu fighter.
Hell, he might even have a new long-term mark if this keeps up.
"...doesn't wear underpants. NOW I'm interested," the lucha villain smirks, shifting around in the booth to face Daniel a bit more. "Watch, thieves, huh? Can't say I heard much about that. Black Dragons sounds interesting though. They do anything aside from watches?" And secrets...hrm...Vyle likes secrets. Particularly finding them out...and here the drunk dick was actually offering to make him privy. Too good to pass up, especially when all that's asked of him is to lean in closer.
Daniel Jack leans in closer.
And promptly fails to use his indoor voice.
"I think I found them!" He exclaims, leaning back. "And dammit, don't you start about that Vyle. Don't you -start-, did you run into Momoko? They threw a 12 year old girl at me. I mean, do I come off as a pedophile? I don't think so, but all these 12-16 year olds cheap chasing after me. What is it? Don't they have boys their age?" The detective adjust his porkpie, wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Marz was the worst of them."
The drinks are placed in front of the pair, and Daniel springs to life. Grabbing his Battery Acid, he throws it back, shuddering. "Yeaaah. That's good. Anyways, You heard of Aoi Himezaki? Or hell, Seijyun High? Come on, tell me you have heard of either of those two?"
That's gonna ring for a while. Nearly falling over as Danny not only fails to whisper but talks like he's 20 yards away right in his ear, Vyle is forced to pull himself up and drill his finger into his ear as if trying to open it back up again. "Alright, alright, no pedo jokes. Geez." The name Marz picks in the back of Vyle's skull, even if he tries to not show any reaction. Funny she be brought up, considering she was his 'audition'.
Grabbing the boilermaker as it's slid his way, Vyle tips it back and takes a long draw of it before the mug drops back down with a nice deep thud. "Oi Himmywatzit?" the mohawked man asks. "The school, I know, this Oi person...nah...all I know about the school is that it's a girl's thing. Do I look like someone who knows about Southtown high schools?"
Daniel Jack stares at vyle. He then stares at the phone, his addled mind somehow making some rational thoughts. "Pretty likely, actually, considering the homework you do. I think you got a think for following school girls, Vyle, no slight intended. And looking at that folder, you are a lot smarter than you look. Damn right insidious, in fact."
The detective hiccups.
"See, scuzzy, those school girls are -trouble- I figure. From what I am guessing, you heard what is going down in Sunshine City, right? The gang violence? Well, this Aoi Himezaki is running a gang down there, and I think she is in with the head honcho of the gangs there. And she is from Seijyun High, so here is what I am thinking. What I am saying is that I am gonna need to head over to Seijyun High, and I am gonna have trouble, at some point, with the gangs! I mean, I know your persona, but I gotta real question. A real question, for the street Vyle."
"Could you hit a school girl, if she was a gangster?"
Now...this sounds interesting. While Vyle really doesn't know much about the high schools, he knows they aren't exactly ordinary schools. Even with Gedo aside, he's run into enough students to know what they can do. So at the very least, he's able to fake his way really well through conversations like these.
"I'm a fighter, not a detective. I scout, so I know what I fight, right?" He goes quiet again though as Daniel lets spill the deal he's run into. And what luck...he actually tries to separate the persona from the man. Something that can...be of use.
"Depends on what you're talking about. I hit women all the time in the fights. YOU hit women all the time in fights. If she's attacking you, why hold back?" He adds on a ashrug, leaning back into the booth to take another slug back of his boilermaker.
Daniel Jack nurses his own drink. "Yeah, I know I hit dames. But I mean, this isn't a tournament fight. I don't know. I just got a feeling. Vyle, buddy. Do you remember the Southtown Siege? When you threwdown in front of my dojo? Those were troubling times, and that's gonna start again in Sunshine City. And that's just damn awful. Can you imagine, the kind of organized crime stuff starting again? I mean, I know Shadaloo is a real bum operation right now. And I haven't heard about NESTS. But those SMALL gangs. Those are the real dangerous ones."
"I mean, I am looking a Mad Gear revival sort of deal."
The detective leans back, growing introspective. "I mean, I've fought gangs before, and every single damn time, they pound me to the ground. Hell, I even took on the Ikari at their base before, and they pounded me down. Pound, pound, pound. You know what I am saying." Daniel Jack looks at Vyle, and just shakes his head. "Nah, you don't know what I am saying. Here, I mean, what I am asking..."
"Would you like to team up with me to beat up some gangs?"
The rudo simply works on listening right now...after all, Daniel is in full on reveal mode here. Vyle couldn't do better with sodium pentothal at this point. Hiding behind his drink, he just lets the detective ramble and ramble, nodding occasionally to pretend like he's actually engaging in conversation here. And what's more, he's able to project it well enough to be believable. The perks of having to act in a ring, perhaps.
"...well...from the sounds of it, you're barking up the wrong tree. Ikari? That ain't exactly a two-bit gang, you know. And far as the gang stuff...count me out. I made a lot of enemies and gotten my share out of that stuff, but I'm not about to go on a snipe hunt blind." Another long draw of his boilermaker, stopping just before the shot glass starts to slide out of the mug.
"Find out more so I'm not going in blind, maybe we can talk, but until then...." The surface says apathy and hesitance. But on the inside...ohhhh, the opporunity. He just found a juicy, juicy patsy....
If Vyle wanted Daniel Jack as a patsy, he would have to get in line.
The detective finishes his drink, switching to the shots of Whiskey. Throwing one back, he looks across at the Lucha. "No, no, see, It all makes sense. I was looking for a priest, and the Ikari knew a priest, so I fought the Ikari to learn about the priest. In the end, though, I just found a little girl and she told me what I needed to know. Between running into Cammy, and railing into her about, I've just had no real luck with people. And now I am chasing a school girl! Isn't that great? So are you..."
Daniel slumps.
"... You aren't on board. Well, shoot. Well, shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot well." Daniel grabs the other shot. "Well, hell, you need more facts? Tell you what. You give me a contact, and I'll get you more info. Once I get squared out, I'll relay it to. I am gonna need a partner to thump the gangs though, and you seem to be really reliable for street fighter. I need someone resourceful, and just a bit dirty. And you shoot. Well. Shoot."
"Shoot."
Daniel was beginning to fall into the seat.
Vyle continues to eye Daniel warily. "Sounds like.....you know, I don't know what it sounds like to be honest. Sounds like someone's giving you a run around, but who knows." Digging into his bag, he finds a scrap sheet he can use to write down his number for the detective. "Here," he says, sliding the number toward the quickly slumping drunken Danny.
"If you do find out anything more, call me, and I'll keep an eye out too, but...who knows, you know?" If Vyle were a better man, he might feel honored Danny thought that much of him. Too bad he's not.
Daniel Jack belches, and shakes his head. "So what if they are giving me the run around. Worst case scenario? There isn't a Black Dragon cult, and this is an epic prank from some rich Russian slut. So what? You know what happens to people who pull a fast one on me?"
"They get Jacked."
"And damn straight I'd jack that dame." Taking the number, he slips it into his pocket. "I'd punch them, slap them tight! Man, maybe... maybe..."
Daniel Jack stares blankly ahead.
The rudo can't help but smirk at that thought. "Well, guess we just need to hope it don't come to that, won't we?" he says, smirking a bit and raising his empty mug in a rather late toast, the shot glass within clinking. "Anyways, pal, I need to get goin'. You got a ride home or anything or someone need to call you a taxi out, huh?" he asks, poking the detective as he continues to star.
And the bag...well, he hides the rest of his materials away in there...no sense in giving away the game too soon.
Daniel Jack snaps out of it.
"What? Uh, yeah!" Daniel clinks the glass back. "Well, no. See, when I drink, I get CLOSER with the way of TODOH! What I usually do is that I focus really hard, and get one with TODOH, and then I just wander around the town. And then I get even more powerful! I learn my best stuff while drunk."
The detective pauses.
"Don't tell Kasumi!"
Vyle just...levels a skeptical look toward Daniel. If this were a fight, he might have something rather acerbic and mocking to snap out at him with. But he's at least trying to act like a decent human being, if only to hide his true intentions. So instead, he just shakes his head, hefting his bag over his shoulder. "If you say so man. You have my number," he says, making his way out toward the door.
And once he's at the door? He pulls out his phone, smiling to himself. He has a few....arrangements he's going to need to make for his next 'chance encounter' with the young detective.
Daniel Jack slips back into his thousand mile stare, as Vyle hefts his bag over. He just makes a sullen nod farewell, and gurgles a response. "Ggggguuuurghbaaal." And when Vyle slips out of the door...
The detective focuses, snapping out of it.
"Hm. Vyle passed that test." The detective mulls. "He needs the money, and he didn't try to roll me." The detective had a few dirty tricks, and Daniel knew that he wasn't a cheerful drunk. He was a COMA drunk. And with all the liquor he drank that quickly, it would hit all at once, not make him goofy. Looking over the number again, he considers. "Well, I am glad you got my back Vyle. I'll see what I can learn about the Black Dragons. And when I do..." Daniel Jack begins to rise from the table. "I will see tha-"
Daniel Jack collapses face first on the floor, the alcohol hitting all at once.
He doesn't get up.
Log created on 19:53:06 04/27/2012 by Daniel, and last modified on 01:13:14 04/28/2012.