The Alley(inv)

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Vee turned at the voice, seeing the silhouette of the man, face vaguely lit up by the cigarette but not enough to get exact detail out, just that there was detail there. All she knew about this man was that he had a face, which was not as useless an information as you would think considering some of the people Vee had met. Her face wet with blood, she smiled widely at the newcomer "Not at all, you must be here for the party, you are either going to have a really fun or really bad time, depending on who sent you the invitation." she said in a sing song voice. She was terrible at these little interactions, always saying the wrong words or too many or too few words, but practice makes perfect, and she was in no rush to be anywhere. Her head nodded, the men either sides hands wandering slowly into their pockets where guns were hidden, ready to react if things went south.

She admired the mans calmness, he was either very sure she would not attack and/or kill him or very sure she could not attack and/or kill him. But both of these choices could be fun, she knew she had to die some day so why not to this man. The man beneath her whimpered, her finger going to his lips without looking, but her head tilting back slightly "Shhhhh". Rolling her eyes at the new man in a sort of 'can you believe how rude this guy is' look that he should make a noise during her conversation. She was filled with adrenaline and stank of blood, which was a bad mix for someone, especially someone with her splattered history. She heard a click, the mens guns were ready, one hand still holding the man down, and the other ready for action.

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She adopted an amused expression during his rather manly speech, possibly overdoing it a little. A not so veiled threat, flattery, then a polite asking, this guy really did have his tongue in order, and in check, which she liked. Vee, like all girls responded well to being spoken to nicely, and as a business lady would, she debated the pros and cons of the situation. That green light had done something and this guy was no fool, so either these men were about to fall over dead or the guns would melt from their pockets. Either way, it showed her what she was dealing with. It was a state of secrecy that her men never find out how weak she really is, she had seen some of the people out there in the world she ignored, people who could turn your hair white with a glance and kill you with a blink. She chose to ignore it, move away, avoid it and above all, avoid confrontations with those in it. Hence the Rhetoric.

Vee smiled at him, standing up and brushing herself off, only to come up with more blood than before. Harrumphing good-naturedly, she kicked his leg, and the men behind her dragged him away. She was done here, for now anyway, he would be taken somewhere quiet for the remainder of his interrogation then disposed of. This deal took precedence, waiting with her hands on hips and head tilted down, listening to the shuffling, gentle moaning and occasional gasps getting further and further away. Then finally letting out a sigh and raising her head like she had finally decided. When of course, she had decided minutes ago, there was no choice, but she had to make it seem like it was her choice to not fight. Like this was a business deal that she could not lose. Things were so much easier when she could beat people into agreeing with her. She nodded upwards "I have money estimable sir, your numbers will not sway me." Brushing at her forehead and moving an imaginary hair out of her eyes, she looked up at him slightly sideways as if a thought had just struck her. "What I need is contacts, people that can get a tough job done right when the shmucks I have on the payroll ain't got the balls or...spiritual, ahhh, competency" letting her own powers flare out so he got the terrible press on words.

She walked closer, voice getting lower to match the distance as if she was imparting a secret she could get taken out for. "Two favours" bouncing on her heels and looking him dead in the eyes, raising her left hand and waving it up and down in a fluid, playful motion. "To be called in at my convenience, nothing life threatening if you are as tough as you act" throwing in a wink "And I will keep trouble, dealings of illegitimacy and trafficking away from yours and your neighbours doorstep." she hoped she had delivered it right, maybe too much movement? Maybe not enough, she might not have seemed carefree enough. Chastising herself for overthinking it, she brought herself back to the moment, and hoped he had not said anything she missed.

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Vee accepted the cigarette with a polite inclination of the head, flicking her head back and wiping blood from her mouth to avoid it getting damp. She had not had one of these in a long time, not so long she had forgotten how to use one, she was just used to stronger narcotics and drugs. Being a drug lord had the perks of what she liked to call the taste test, going through her exports and making sure, for her customers sake, that it was good stuff they were sending. So smoking something she knew would not make her high was an alien but uncomfortably comfortable feeling. The man lit it for her, then stated his terms. She nodded as he spoke, drawing on the cig and letting the smoke run up her face. She sighed with satisfaction while weighing up his idea.

She was no stranger with death deals, but this seemed to be the real deal, no shirking or backing out, loopholes or threats. That hand buzzed with energy and she knew one shake would bind her irrevocably to the contract, either that or he was just showing off how casual his powers were. All she could do that casually was sing a little, and so making note to herself to learn more casual powers in the future. She shook his hand. "I have no idea who the soul society is but as long as they stay out of my turf and out from under my nose we should be fine." This much was true, she had heard the name and assumed they were a gang, now he mentioned them, she began to wonder if it was an actual gang who owned his turf and he was protecting it by making this deal. They could have sent someone who actual lifts some weight to make a deal, and this kind of steel she was not ready to truck with. Vee had noticed she started to speak in gang gibberish that the thugs talked in when she thought too much, completely forgetting to release the mans hand.

When her hand slid out of his, it left a thin trail of blood on his palm and a light brown contact card with her information on it. Her personal information. If this deal was as serious as he made it out and she suspected it to be then there was no point in reservation. "Just let me know when you are leaving and I will send someone to mind the cats." She smiled warmly at him. She liked this. It was not often she met people in that world, and she had stayed out of it for the preservation of the comforts of this world. But something about that presence, that feeling that she was not alone, that the big fish in the small pond mindset was all wrong. And it did not make her scared that she was a small fish in a big sea, because she had found someone to swim with. Or something like that. There was just one last thing.

He had said fullbringer, which meant he was one too. This was an opportunity she did not want to pass up if she could pull it off. "So..." tapping her foot on the ground. "..Fullbringer eh?" she nodded like it meant a lot more than it did. Then looked up at him, and for the first time sounded nervous, out of her comfort zone, loving it, but obviously out. "Show me yours I'll show you mine?"