It's the coffee talking (INV)

Gage was not new to this world, his eyes always scanning for something fresh or interesting. It was only by chance that he happened across the client that he was next hoping to woo into work. It has been over two months of quiet mayhem after the 'Fall of Karakuratown' and his funds were beginning to run dry. He needed the money, the work to tide him over so that maybe he could make some progress in his most recent failures in the R/D side of his life. Since the 'Fall' he has refused to go to work for his old company of simple pay for hire merc group and has instead started peddling his name as a high end, extremely skilled 'get the job done' employee. He lacked book keeping skills, as shown from his failure of his repair shop, or any other real 'office' skills but he was not above attempting of the work if the money was good.

For the first show of face Gage was punctual, walking up on the bench where she was sitting at with a full ten seconds to spare. Her face, hidden by the gently billowing branches of a willow tree, popped into view every few seconds with the vibrant red eyes catching his attention almost immediately. "Mam, Nice to finally meet you." Gage walks through the branches, a small gust of wind catching the branches in just the right way to let him through without being touched.

”Punctual, yet at the same time your aura is offsetting me. You seem to have the aura of both beast and human. Bad childhood?”

Gage was not one to talk about his past but he was professional and if the client wants to know then you tell them. Regardless of whether or not it was a bit inconvenient. There were only two things that you keep from a client, one being things that would put them in jeopardy and the other being personal information. No use getting attached to someone in this kind of work. Money was money and pay made sure that everyone went home happy. Emotions would only play a bad role in that life style.

"You could say that. I can't recall the last time that I was referred to as a beast though," Gage's outfit was well fit, a black suit with a plain black tie. His jacket and pants matched perfectly, his shoes shined to a mirrors image. Even over his eyes he has a pair of thin rimmed sunglasses that were dark enough to hide his eyes from this woman's piercing red stare. Gage quietly took the seat beside her while keeping a respectable half arms distance away. She was young, too young to be a human that inherited her place in the company, along with the sweet scent of a hollow on her body half mixed with her lavender perfume.

”I’ll get to the point sir, what reason did you call for a meeting with me?” Gage takes off his glasses, slipping them into his breast pocket on the inside of his jacket. "I’m also curious, as to why you would call someone that looks younger then you mam." His eyes were brown, his stare cold and emotionless, a calculating look always aware of the surroundings. "Where I am from Mam is a sign of respect. Age should have no indecation of that, just behavior and stature," Gage was telling the truth, his life out in the 'wild west' of Texas had taught him the rights and wrongs of meeting someone in person and how you are supposed to treat them. "I have a business offer for you. From what I have learned of your company you have room in your ranks for someone who has been up and down the streets of the spiritual worlds and have met the being from both our worlds and theirs," leaving the 'theirs' vague enough to imply that he was talking about Soul Society and Hueco Mundo. His offer didn't really imply what his role in the Company would be but he was confident enough to go out right and state that he was more than just another black tie member of the world.

”In all my years living, not once have I heard the term of other worlds and spiritual in close company to each other.” Gage could feel her gaze shift and turn on him but he did not look. It was getting close to that moment where he would have to hook her or lose her as a client. Her hand moved away from her nose, either the sneeze that she was holding in fading or her acute sense of smell adjusting to his 'beast' like scent. A soft buzzing in his pocket notifies him that his phone has a message, most likely from his last client, confirming the payment of his prior job. ”What type of position are you looking for sir … Forgive me.”

"Mechanic. My name is mechanic." Gage only really over introduced himself by his last name for business and when he does it tends to make his employers realise that he likes his privacy, even though it happens to be his real name, only misspelled slightly.

”It would happen a few spots have been opened in the company as of recently. An odd event seemed to have made a few people quit or retire on short notice.”

"I am not looking for a full time position, my line of work tends to be a bit more sporadic than most people would like for a full time income." Gage pulls a black card out of his breast pocket and hands it over to her, the sharp and hard as steel nails that she was using to leave little divots in the bench taking the card. On the front of the card a single gear with twelve cogs is set, the word Mechanic set in gold lettering. The only other thing on this card would happen to be on the back, a phrase in italicised gold lettering. 'Problem Solver' "I have a wide array of skills, the most common one in use currently being retrieval but I do delivery and protection when the time arises."

As if he didn't say anything she abruptly stands, not responding or acknowledging his comment in any way. Walking away she starts for some coffee stand opening its doors to the world. It was not too different from any coffee stand that he has seen save for the one armed man inside that had a hint of discipline in his behavior. He had served somewhere at some point, his eyes happy and welcoming to the business but not overly joyed as he has seen or done some things in his life that he either regrets or he is still in some kind of pain, physical or mental. The young woman walked away, her toes skirting across the ground clicking on the stone floor. Standing he straightens his jacket with a snap and waits by the bench. Caffeine was not his thing, the feelings of an artificial high being more of a detriment than a boon.

Well I suppose she was less interested than I thought she would be. Writing his phone number down to his disposable cell he tosses it on the bench while she orders her coffee and pays. Taking a single Bringers Light step he vanishes, faster than she would have been able to hope to see and farther than her senses would have been able to track. He was gone in a flash, perhaps if she got some work for him she would give him a buzz, letting him know what she wanted.

Gage slides his call button over on his phone, closing the screen to his angry birds game and answering the call,"Rather rude to leave a little girl alone and not even buy her coffee. I have a job for you, in the garden where we meet there is a graveyard you can find me there.” Closing the phone call when she is done speaking Gage grins slightly. Work is work. Walking over to his chair and grabbing his clean jacket out of his closet he slips it on, popping the collar when it is all the way on. He looked sharp, like a man that spent his time protecting senators or working for some government agency. The trip to the graveyard that she called from was short, only taking a couple of minuets by stepping distance.

Appearing in front of the front gate of the graveyard with a green circle of Soul Communication energy emanating from his feet he starts forward, his face still covered with the thin framed glasses. Pulling them off he looks around. He couldn't remember for the life of him when the last time was that he was in a graveyard, probably when his father died, the funeral being the last normal thing that he has done in a long time. Far ahead the Mam was sitting, her red eyes staring ever so intently, another cup of coffee in her hands. It was where she was sitting though that was most disconcerting, a large grim reaper statue looming over her with one arm extended.

”Have you ever walked through a graveyard, just to read the names of the dead? See who recently left them anything for the afterlife? I had one day I walked through this graveyard and found something truly rude." Hoping off the statue she lands on the ground with an unearthly slow speed, her feet digging into the soil of the graveyard grass. ”A grave wrote ‘Here rest a dumb-ass, wait you’re not resting here never mind.’ It was truly rude. After a bit of searching, I found out the grave was a cover entrance to a lab working on a sort of hollow powered weapon. Would you, with your skill set be able to get in and destroy everything dealing with the blueprint? Without being noticed?” Drinking more coffee and heading towards the gate she leaves, heading out the exit gate the way any normal would have walked. ”If not then guess I don’t need you today, and your skill set will need to looked over when I have time in my schedule.” Crossing paths with another man, a grey suit with a top hat being his outfit, she vanishes in a twirl of dust, the wind carrying away the last evidence that they were there.

"Right. Odd one that girl," She was more than meets the eye, her behavior and speech pushing her towards being a Bount but he has not seen a Bount that was so young, each one being a bit older and more physically developed. But what did he know? He was not a Bount expert and his opinion was just that, an opinion and it was his job to keep them quiet until it was necessary to share. Raising one foot Gage taps it on the ground, a green circle of energy emanating from the contact, spreading through the ground in all directions like a 'sonar ping'.

His 'eyes' saw all, the metal wiring leading up the middle of the headstone a small button poking its way out the top of a letter I. He saw the metal plating underneath his feet, the earth covering the metal plates with perfect discretion. It was what was underneath that though that caught his attention. A maze of a building seemed to stretch on under the floor. Well this is a test if I have ever seen on in my life. Walking over to a mildly clean grave, free of flowers or even other decorative offerings he stops, his hands clasped in front of his body, his eyes scanning the grass of the grave. Tapping his toe on the ground a small surge of electricity flows into the soil surging forward to the headstone.

Flowing up through the stone it hits the button, activating the door that would lead into the ground. Gage was not a baby to this world and she would see that soon. He was dangerous in ways that no one of his 'caliber' could comprehend. Perhaps if they had the same amount of experience and training as him they would know but that was unlikely. Hopping down the hole Gage lands at the base of this thin concrete tube and descends a narrow spiraling staircase into what looks like a maze, spinning its way around until finally coming to a stop at the base floor. Snapping his fingers he creates a small spark, flaring its way into a large single torch, illuminating the entire place where he landed. "Well well well, what do we have here?"

Looking up and down the hallway Gage looks around, tapping the toe of his right foot on the ground once more to get a second look of the maze, a green 'ping' laying out his immediate surroundings. A group of tree approach, snuffing out his torch so as not to draw too much attention he heads to a small closet just off to the side. A test is a test and it was his job to follow the directions. Dipping into the closet he touches the handle behind himself, locking to door from anyone's access to the room. The feet get closer when someone's hand tries the handle, jiggling it to see if they can get in. Gage couldn't hear the voices clearly but someone out there most definitely said the word 'key'. Frowning Gage holds the handle, waiting for the sound of a key in the lock.

Flicking the doors lock with one finger he sends a small spark of green electricity out to snap the key off at the grip. It was a small move, something simple enough to get them annoyed and ready to leave. Curses and complaints outside about how someone was 'constantly breaking things' is all he can make out before they head off, presumably to let someone know that they broke the key in the door handle. Looking around the room he finds himself a single outfit, a janitor's outfit, plain enough for him to walk around unnoticed. Slipping the onesie on he grabs a cart, safety yellow all over.

"Just do what the job entails." Stepping out into the hallway again Gage pushes the cart, pulling his necklace out of his pocket and putting it on. It was a simple invention that he made, based on the terrify ability that Hollows seemed to have. It put off Gage's energy in such a way that if anyone were to see him they would not be able to look directly at him as they feel 'uneasy' with looking at something that their instincts tell them to avoid. Down the hall he goes.

Gage stands still in the darkly lit room, a single candle light from his finger in the form of a small flame lighting the doorway and nothing more. A 'pop of spiritual energy forces Gage to turn, a small poof of dust settling in the air surrounding Miss Kaiyo's body, her escort vanishing as fast as he appeared. Closing the distance to him quickly she seems hurried,”Change of plans, I need you to find a man in a lab coat and keep him safe. He stands out like a sore thumb among middle fingers.” Gage's impression of the situation changes quickly. At first, he was thinking that maybe this was all one big set up, that perhaps she had put together a big elaborate hoax to make him try his best to impress her but it seemed that she was giving him a field test.

Normally he didn't work for free, his first job normally being cheaper than his regular rate but it was a little late to discuss numbers. He would just have to bite the bullet on this one. Stepping out into the hallway she takes the attention of another group of security guards, gasping in surprise when she is spotted, albeit a bit of a fake response altogether.

Pushing out a yellow mop bucket Gage hits the hallway at a fast walk, one wheel on his bucket wiggling and squeaking as he walked. Tapping the bucket with one foot he sends a small pop of energy into the wheel bearings, cleaning them up and making them as quiet as a mouse. Whistling as he walked Gage tries his best to appear nonchalant, his eyes on the hallways and the people in them. Twice he passes a group of security guards, their eyes all falling to the ground the instant that he comes into view. Nothing but security guards so far but if he finds anything out of the ordenary he would grab them and find his way out, the vauge description that the Mam had left him with being diconcerting to him.