(ask-theunderworld) Bonnie@Haines: "Ohoh, a revenge plan? How juicy~" The Weavile chuckled softly, massive claws slowly tapping on the Delphox's rifle. "I do love a good hit, tell me, signora--" she paused, tilting her head with a devilish grin. "Do you by chance, need a hand? I have many a good man or woman who can help lure or take out anyone you need, for a fee of course...~ How much is this man's head worth to you~?"
Ah yes. Bonnie. She was aware of the Black Family from having to be very weary of the pockets of control in Southern Unova. In fact, the Arcadium Alliance was formed to stamp out any potential of influence from gangs like her. For someone so young, she expressed a lot of potential.
One thing Haines found amusing was her weirdly good public image. Chung jokingly called her the mafia don with an PR department. While it was smart to not have your dark side bleed into your public life to make you look clean as possible, the way she went about having a public face was too much.
“You do huh?” Haines did not even try to address her demeanor. Chung, who was also in the room with her, could not believe how detached Haines sounded. “I remember when I to took pleasure in hits.” To anyone who knew the delphox this seemed like a strong person moping. “My tastes for that kind of work changed. I enjoy the coordination and planning, rather than the hit itself anymore. I have moved on to higher cuisine.”
There was the Haines everyone knew about, her sinister air returning. “While I want Frederick dead, I want to go one step further. I want his network of support to implode from the weight of his many mistakes he thought he could make go away. Mistakes that I have helped him make go away coming back because I know his many secrets. This needs to be less an assassination and more of an annihilation. Do you have the taste for that?”
At this point her purple prose was getting self-sabotaging, so Chung stepped in. “Sorry about that monologue.” The pinsir chuckled, which drew a sharp glare from his co-leader. “Behind all that...I don’t know what I would I call it, she says she is interested in your help. And I am to. Provided your terms are reasonable. We could use any hands in getting hid of the Bohemian Company.”
The fire type sighed. “Despite my colleague’s bluntness, yes I will accept your help. But what are your terms?”
