[PRP]Package For Ms. Moteku? (Ephias - Chiara)

[Micillia]

 

[Micillia]

Chiara was in a club she had made arrangements to remodel to make fit for dance battles. She was tapping her foot as she glared at a lowblood worker. "Didn't i tell you 2 weeks ago to order the parts and electronics?! And you tell me they are supposed to arrive tonight?" The blueblood practically snarled the words and the lowblood made apologies as they backed away. It wasn't a terribly bad mistake, but she was still annoyed. They could have had the place ready tonight if certain things weren't running late. The blueblood stood, hands on her hips, as she corrected a few construction workers who were installing the raised platform.

Green Minuet

 

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

It wasn't a glamorous job, but then again Ephias had never been interested in glory or the high life. He glanced down at the address on clipboard to double check that he had the correct residence, then returned his gaze to the gaudy neon sign hanging over the entryway. His lip twitched, a barely perceptible flicker of movement even in the light of the full moon. It was a club of course. He should have guessed from the contents of the delivery.

Tugging his cap down a little lower to hide his eyes, Ephias squared one of the smaller boxes under his arm and made his way to the front entrance. As he reached the door, he placed the clipboard on top of package so he could pull the handle. It swung open with ease. The inside of the club was brighter than he might have expected; less garish as well. That might have had something to do with it still being the early hours of the evening however. A couple employees loitered near the lobby, despite the business currently being closed.

“Um...” Ephias' gaze searched the room. “Excuse me. I'm looking for a Ms. Moteku?”

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Chiara heard her name, her ears were tuned to it of course. So when she went stomping up to the front door to thretten whatever lowblood idiot they had on delivery, she was suprised to see an intiligent lowblood. "Degras Tysson." The blueblood said, drawing out the name and ending it with a sharp grin. "Well come in, your letting all the s**t Chittentown air in."  

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

Oh no.

Ephias stiffened at the sound of his name—well, his alias. Degras Tysson was not the type to make waves or stand out. The fact that someone recognised him, regardless of his lack of rebel connections made him wary. Whatever unease he felt however, he did not show. He looked towards the voice, expression blank. A blueblood with a jaunty grin strode towards him, waving for him to come in and close the door. He obliged.

“I have this delivery for you,” Ephias said, ignoring her attempt to engage him. He grabbed the clipboard and extended it towards her. “Four audio blasters, a pulse bass, and two babble transmitters. The transmitters are in the box here.” He shifted the package under his arm to indicate. “I just need you to sign on the line.”  

[Micillia]

Chiara looked at the extended clipboard without taking it, hands on her hips, the smile accompanied by a glare. "Oh i dont think so," Chiara said, "just cuz i know you doesn't mean ill let the last little.. 'slip up' go." The blueblood turned to her crew, and yelled loudly. "YO BOBBUS!" A gruff looking lowblood shuffled over. "Check these over, carefully, the last batch was bucket rust, and i DONT want to delay this any longer." Assured that Bobbus would do a good job, the blueblood turned back to the delivery boy, grinning as sweetly as a bear trap. "Sorry, gotta make sure it all checks out, so you might as well sit down, catch up," Chiara took the redblood's arm and forcibly steered him over to one of the few finished plush couches and sat him down, flopping down next to the lowblood unceremoniously. "So, you found me, congrats, whats up?"  

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

“... Slip-up?” Ephias echoed. The slight crease that formed between his brow was concealed by the bill of his cap. Before he could inquire any further though, the blueblood shouted over to one of her employees, ordering him to inspect the packages. Way to shoot the messenger... or in this case, the postal associate. Ephias felt the first beginning tick of irritation. He maintained a level expression.

Suddenly the blueblood grabbed him by the arm. Once again, Ephias was left with no room to protest. He did however plant his feet and force the blueblood to practically drag him. Stiff as a board, he glared over at the blueblood as she sat down beside him. “Sorry, but d-do I know you?” he asked. He made no attempt to keep the hostility out of his voice.  

[Micillia]

Chiara almost laughed as the boy dragged his feet. What was this? Wiggler world and she was dragging him from his lusus for the first time? He even fell onto the couch like a wooden log. The blueblood rolled her eyes as she flopped onto the couch, and settled in.

Chiara looked over her glasses at him, as if she was wearing glasses. "Uh sorry, im not really a fan of the whole, 'have i met you' gig." Chiara said, flicking her hand as if flicking the gig away. "Or are you trying to block that whole thing from your mind? Come oooon, as if you haven't seen worse. Do you want anything to drink? The bartender is here somewhere."  

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

Ephias stared long and hard at the blueblood. Obviously she knew him from somewhere (how else would she have known his name), but he was drawing a blank. Outside from his associates in the swamp and his current workplace, he did not socialise much... at all really. To be fair, despite his scepticism, there was something familiar about her. Those laughing eyes, the wicked grin, and the pushy attitude...

“The Civisect Science Dome,” he said at last. It all came back to him, all except for her name at least. The blueblood had first snuck up on him while he was tampering with the files for his citizenship, and later they teamed up to minimise the damage from the chemical leak. She had been a wild and dangerous troll; the kind he usually like to keep his distance from. Even so, he eased up on the hostility. “You made it out all right, I see.”

The volunteers had really come from all walks of life, if someone like her had shown up to participate.

“I don't really drink,” he replied. His eyes roamed the block. He tucked the clipboard back under his arm (since she clearly would not have anything to do with it at the moment) and shifted on the couch. “So you run... this?”  

[Micillia]

Chiara grinned at the boy. "Oh i made it out all right." Then winked and posed for him "Not a scratch, thank you very much." Chiara waved at the bartender, and signaled the troll to bring her a few drinks. This redblood needed to relax, she was helping him here, see? And if he was relaxing it just wouldn't do to let him do do all by himself. "Eh." Chiara said, shrugging. "I run a section. A very profitable section. Of course this is the low end of things, i mean it is Chittentown, but hey, expansion is expansion." Chiara looked her guest over, raising her eyebrows at his outfit. "Truthfully i thought you would go into something a little more... sophisticated, but hey, to each their own bloodpumper."  

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

Somehow Ephias had a hard time believing that. Then again, with such easy access to medical assistance by virtue of her blood, it would not have been impossible for her to cover up any scars. He thought uncomfortably to his own mottled skin in his right shoulder. He flexed reactively.

“It's a temporary job,” Ephias responded. It came out a touch more defensive than he meant for it to. Truth be told, his career in the postal service was indefinite. For the time being it served as an basic means of income while he got back on his feet and built up a reputation. It had the added bonus of supplying the Phoenix Initiative with information that they could utilise to plan raids. That way he could still contribute to the cause without risking his fragile cover.

Ephias blinked, the thoughts behind his eyes well hidden behind a stoic gaze. “A lot of companies are leery of hiring after the last fiasco, and Chittentown is not interested in acquiring former comp-competitors.”  

[Micillia]

"So," Chiara said, then stopped as the bartender brought her the drinks. Seeing as there was no table she had to force the redblood to take the other cup. "Oh just try it." She said as he reisited taking the cup. "What? You caought up in all that conspiracy theories and paranoia? Its not poison." With that Chiara downed the drink, her mind immediatly turning to the doomsday warning of terrorists and sabatog propogandsa. The blueblood looked at the bartender and her empty drink expectantly, sending him scampering away to fufill her implied demand. Chiara turned back to her guest. "So your looking for work." Chiara said matter of factly. "And this minimum beetle job is all youve got."  

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

There was really nothing he could do. It was either take the drink, or let the whipped bartender roast for it. Ephias felt a mixture of pity and disgust. He made cold eye contact for a half a second as he grabbed the glass, then shifted his gaze back to his latest antagonist. The blueblood had knocked back the shot almost immediately, and dropped it back on the platter with a clank. Ephias grudgingly took a sip from his own. He struggled to squash a cough.

“N-not necessarily,” he replied. His face had scrunched up from the fire in the back of his mouth. He brought a fist to his chest, and cleared his throat. “Why? Are you hiring?”  

[Micillia]

Chiara grinned, there we go, the boy wasn't delivery troll slow. For a minute Chiara was worried she had the wrong impression of him from the space project, lucky the delivery job was obviously a cover. "I have several openings if thats what your asking about." Chiara said, as if it was the redblood's idea. "Tell me what you can do, and i can make accommodations to fit you to a job aaactually worthy of some intellect." Chiara rolled her eyes, anticipating some sort of disapproval from the stuck up lowblood. "An actual job, not in some sleasey night club." Chiara nudged her guest. "Although you will have to go out with me for drinks now and then, and at least TRY to relax. What are you made of? Cinder-blocks?"  

[Green Minuet]

∞ Ephias Sagine

For the first time, Ephias looked as though he might laugh. Instead he gave Chiara a rare, fleeting ghost of a smile. “I'm not sure my skillset would be app-applicable.” Unless the blueblood planned to expand her enterprise into galactic territory, or genetic research, she was barking up the wrong frond. Even as he had the thought however, Ephias' smile waned. Degras Tysson could not afford to have too many similarities with Ephias Sagine.

He tried to smile once more at Chiara's remark. His face resembled more of a grimace. “Water and polysaccharides mostly, as well as an excess of cortisol.” he responded. It was a science joke. Of course it was a science joke. He cut to the chase.

“If you're... you're looking for someone with technological skills though, I might be able to help you out.” Without thinking, he took another sip from his drink. He did not cough this time, but his faced visibly scrunched. “But I can't imagine what you would need that for... What do you do anyway?”