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$O HOW’$ YOUR STUDYING GOING?
Pretty well actually, I have some new information that came to light recently. Seems your client might have a history of being aggressive towards immortals.
"Happy you're still up and about Dr. Nova. Sorry about sending the email off too late to help with your last body, Mr. VonKraft was picking out what to wear for his appointment the next day and well... You know how he gets. Anyway, hope the new body's working out for you!"
-Jenkins
Jenkins!!?! Hey man! Its been too long!
Bureaucracy is a bitch. It was... unpleasant... but thank you for the apology, Jenkins! I'm pretty sure you guys didn't know that it was time sensitive. All bodies in the water, I mean, water under the bridge.
Hey, I have a wierd question for you... you guys didn't see me as "Beatrix" did you? That was so embarrassing...
"Ah, Miss Bunny I presume. I am Jenkins, Mr. VonKraft's assistant, we spoke over Tumblr."
-Jenkins
Jenkins extends his hand to shake yours, he's about 5'4"and wears a grey suit with a red tie along with gold rimmed, square framed glasses.
Oh! Hi! I'm glad we can finally meet in person. Just so you know, there's a shadowy figure following me but just ignore him. His name is Gary. Luba wants me safe and yeah...
*Bunny is a small athletic woman wearing a blue split side dress with a darker blue scarf like hood. She has dark hair which is a little frazzled by the wind from flying. and black, square framed glasses. She is wearing her fancy shoes today that have a little bit of a heel. The only make up she has is lipstick.*
@namasteblade wanted some Karrie drama.
Nergüi grins as the man stands, music pounding around them. Their eyes lock for a moment before he turns away, fear and shame in his eyes. This may not have started as nicely as Nergüi liked but it ended how he wanted it. A hand reaches out, swiping the USB from the beer stained table. The information he was after. The next money maker in his grand scheme. A low chuckle as it is rolled through his fingers. A good night’s work.
“Told you I could do it,” Karrie says, sliding into the booth next to him. She drapes herself over his shoulder and Nergüi stiffens. She’s had a few drinks, needed to in order to make the mark malleable. He’s had a few as well but he isn’t at the stupid levels yet. It looks like Karrie’s moved into her scheming stage. This isn’t good.
“Never doubted you,” He rumbles, eyes staying focused on the info before he tucks it into a pocket. He and Karrie might have rough patches but he has never doubted her skills. Manipulation is high up there.
“I think we should celebrate,” She coos, a hand toying with his hair. “Have a few drinks. Maybe dance.”
“That’s not a-,” Nergüi begins, eyes turning to her as he pulls out of her grip.
“Come on! Just one won’t hurt. I already bought them,” Karrie interrupts, producing a couple of beers.
Nergüi’s jaw clenches as he eyes the drinks. He shouldn’t. He should just push her away and be done with this, but ... he has no other ride. He’s stuck here for a while and he knows he can’t keep refusing her. Last time he tried that she made a scene. It wasn’t good. But he can’t do as she says either. Shit. He’s gonna need back up but who to call?
“Yeah, okay. Just one.” He accepts the bottle, turning away to open it as Karrie grins.
His phone is pulled from his pocket and unlocked. Opening messages, he goes to the first number on there. Usually he wouldn’t go for her but no one else will be available right now. He really hopes she comes quickly, before she walks in on something he’ll have trouble explaining.
Hana, I really hope you’ll be on my side, he thinks as he types out the message and hits send.
[Text]: I need you at the Cobalt nightclub NOW!
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*There's a bright flash of green fire in the sky. A purple rabbit man in a sailor uniform comes into view, his smile bright*
Howdy, folks! I'm Multitude, folks here just call me Multi, and you must be the Jenkins and Mr. VonKraft I'm supposed to be showing around today?
Well, hello there yourself sir. I am Herald VonKraft, and this is my assistant Jenkins you've been speaking to. It's wonderful to meet you, it's not every day one comes across a pyrokineticist.
VonKraft holds out his hand to shake.
