[D6 EA, KFC] Take That, Birds!

[Yoritomo Seika]

Seika considers this for a few beats. She suspects she could talk the price down, and hopes the piratical glint in her eyes means Dai knows she knows that... so that he'll appreciate the conscious choice being made when she opts not to bargain.

"No, it doesn't put a roof over your head, does it? Unless you find a sentimental customer to buy it off you, anyway." Lips quirking, she slips a hand into a different pocket than before. "Sure, that sounds fair. Pleasure doing business with you again." And just like that, she sets a pair of chits on the table.

[Dai]

"Always a pleasure, Yoritomo-sama." He does not act overeager as he vanishes the chits but he also does not leave them in sight for too long. It wasn't the slums but it was still better not to have strangers knowing how much coin is in your pocket.

"It's always nice dealin' with someone who understands all the aspects of the trade."

[Yoritomo Seika]

"Well, like, I do try." Seika pockets the glimmerstone for later inspection, then picks up a condiment container and peers at the label. "'Firestorm Honey?' Sure, why not."

As she dunks a drumstick in the sticky sauce, she explains, "When I've been a contractor, I usually did better work for clients who weren't a pain in my backside, you know? So I'd rather not be a pain in someone else's. I bet you have enough of those anyway."

[Dai]

He laughs a little at that and nods, "I mean I'm a ronin on a Scorpion world. I'm lucky if the pain in my backside isn't someone's blade. So definitely well aware of how that can be."

He mimics a menacing, masked voice, "Pray I don't alter it further...."

[Yoritomo Seika]

She winces at that. "Somebody was telling me about how there's a lot of work for ronin here... with a lot of dead ends built in. The more I see, the more I believe it."

[Dai]

"I mean I can't compare it to elsewhere, I've only lived here, but it's a stereotype that I hear from visitors and I can't say it's all wrong."

[Yoritomo Seika]

"Hm." Seika licks an errant drop of sauce from her lip. "You ever work for anybody besides the Scorpion? I'm told some other clans hire out work here sometimes. You know, like odd jobs and stuff."

[Dai]

He pauses in chewing and nods, swallowing before he answers, "Oh, definitely. You have to be careful about what types of jobs, of course, but as long as the Scorpion don't feel you're steppin' on their toes it's usually safe. Of course the trick is knowin' what will step on toes when said toes are hidden under layers upon layers of subterfuge."

[Yoritomo Seika]

Seika giggles. "That's a picture. Bunch of Scorpion courtiers in way too long kimono... with really big feet. Not so funny in real life, though."

She drums her fingers pensively on the sticky tabletop. "Well, if you need extra work this winter season, there's a couple things I wouldn't mind looking into that I can't do myself, for, well, like, reasons. And there's some resources at the House of Storms that wouldn't be missed, in a good cause."

[Dai]

Dai's voice drops to just barely loud enough to be heard over the din of the restaurant, he leans in, and the cadence changes from the usual laid back and somewhat simple tone, "Up front: I don't do leg breaking or wet work."

He then leans back, smiles, and slips back into his public persona, "Of course Yoritomo-sama isn't the type to be askin' for that anyway, I'm sure. Otherwise I'm always open to hearin' about business opportunities."

[Yoritomo Seika]

"Whoa, cripes, I wouldn't ask you for that." Seika's eyes widen a bit and she waves a hand, demurring, as she leans in. I don't know you that, well, friend. Also, nobody on this planet has pissed me off that much. "There's just some stuff I'd like to know that, like, isn't on the public nets I have access to. And maybe it's not in some people's interest that it gets found out, you know? Figured a local person might have a better idea where to start with something like that."

Her lips quirk. "The clan has way deeper pockets than I do, obviously. Like, forty up front deep. Or some kinds of candy and toys to share, if you're into that." Playfully, she mimes sighting down a rifle at a paper container of hot wings.

[Dai]

He nods, "Depending what the information is, and where it is, it might take some time. But it is certainly something I'm open to hearing more about."

The cadence once more shifting, though not so seriously, as Business Dai takes over.

(My heist for Session 3 is likely earmarked already but future slots are open. And, of course, non-heist hacking/sleuthing is always open)

[Yoritomo Seika]

"Okay. Well, no rush. We got some budget for, uh, goods on consignment, too, if you find yourself with anything just lying around. But anyway, I'll look at a couple things and hit you up on a secure channel?" Seika sips her iced tea. "It's probably local stuff I'll want to know about"--i.e., Scorpion targets--"although you never know, there's some big cats here that aren't too discreet about where they mark their territory either."
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((Would defo. hire Dai for session 4 if he's looking for one last payday ^_^))

[Dai]

Dai nods, "Always happy to help." 'For the right price' remains unspoken as he takes another bite of chicken.

[Yoritomo Seika]

"Of course I don't take help for granted." Seika grins. "The more help, the less for granted." She munches another crispy fried bite, then shifts her attention to something more fun. "So, wanna tell me a little about your production setup? Or is that proprietary? Do you need to do anything special to film the ghosts and stuff, or do the regular settings catch 'em?"

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If you want to grab a D8 to catch up on, uh, all the things since D6, we could fade this one to chicken and chitchat. Thoughts?

[Dai]

(Sounds good)

Dai nods and dives into a description of his setup. Overall a very jury rigged thing created from the good bits and pieces of cheap tech to eventually make something of note.

/scene