___Makoto's coy smile came back again. They didn't want her money, then they did want her money in the next breath. They couldn't even get their shakedown straight, how amusing. To top it off their terms were beyond shitty. And ownership was a strong word, they had about as much ownership as anyone with an ego and a mouth. "No deal." She cooed, as electricity sparked across her body in a manner that seemed to surprise even her. Maybe not drinking was the best idea if she'd need to focus on controlling her electric charge. For now she grounded on the rail nearby, wondering if she could find someone to make a storage device that could power her warehouse at night.
"You just told me I'm giving you twenty and doing your job for you, in exchange for nothing. Couple problems there. One, I get jack s**t. Two, let's hypothetically say your bullshit pushes a price up to twelve hundred from a grand - a twenty percent surcharge. Toybox still wants thirty out of the sale and you're not doing my deals for me so I'm really just upping my sale price to cover you. I'm not gonna have any luck telling them I took twelve for something but it only actually cost a grand, so they get four. You take your two, and now I have six instead of seven. Harder sale, less income. In order to keep my income the same I then have to push my price up even further with fifty percent coming out of my pocket to fourteen hundred, compounding all the other problems again. I probably can't get enough business to cover at the 40% markup I need to maintain my income, so I have to accept less money and do more work. And defend your territory, and be at your beck an call." Makoto couldn't quite contain a fit of scoffing laughter, mostly from alcohol hitting her like a Mack truck these days, but the absurdity of the deal these two presented played a large enough part on its own. "That might just be the worst deal I've ever heard of." That they thought anyone would accept that was grandly entertaining.
"Look, I'm not opposed to working with you all, silly demands aside, but in this arrangement it sounds a hell of a lot like I'm the one who should be getting paid. You're welcome to try an boot me out, but then you won't get my tech or a cut of anything and I'll go sell shiny metal boots made to be shoved up your asses to Black Gate, or Red Hand." She said as she scooped up the remaining carboard box, shifting it up to her shoulder in a manner that such a small woman should not have been able to, and punched a button next to the door. A nearby motor kicked into gear and the bay door began to rattle close with a sound that only further highlighted how desperately it needed to be serviced. "You know where to find me when you come up with a better offer." She added with a smile and an exaggerated wink as something in the door broke and it slammed to the ground suddenly looking even worse than it had before.
ROGUE ID# 9847563
Storage Points: ▽ Basic Messenger Bag
Items in Possession: ▽ Cape Outfit - See Description On Profile ▽ 1 Pair Basic Combat Knives ▽ 1 Set of New Life™ cybernetic prosthetics ▽ 1 NBPD "Blues" top
Naomi Tenkou
Holy Rinaku
Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 9:56 am
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Megan shook her head quietly, pulling a phone from her back pocket. She clicked away at the tiny buttons while talking."Your profit margins aren't my concern. You could almost say I dont care, but that would be a lie. These are the standard terms we are supposed to hand out to all capes or businessmen that aren't encroaching or trying to capture one of us and they only apply to doing business within our claimed sections of the city If you want to negotiate, you'll need to talk to mimic. Personally not after anything if yours. I just got paid so I'm good for a while plus I have my own s**t I can sell. However I would be willing to offer you a look at my blueprints and give you protection as long as you agree to the terms. Wouldn't mind a look at some if dragons work personally. Our are those defiant models? ." she said. She clicked the phone shUT as the text went out to mimic.
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Siren let out a heavy sigh, why did so many people want to do things the hard way? The world would be such a nicer place if everyone just helped out and did their part. Fact was, Undersiders owned this section of the city and what they did within it faced little if any repercussions from the government because they kept worse things out. So standard rules in the cape community, dictated that when you operate in anyone else's territory you paid their fee. Doesn't matter who you belong to, you either show respect, try take the place by force, or leave. Sometimes new capes needed to be educated. It was a pain and also unfortunate. "If you don't like the terms, find another home." The response was still pleasant in sound, but it was clear that the avian woman was not pleased. After Makoto's little electricity display Siren had allowed her adrenaline to start rising and as such one of her secondary powers kicked in. Fear and intimidation would radiate outward from her body to the other two parahumans. Nightlight would be familiar with it by now from fighting alongside Siren, and while Makoto might have gotten DT training about resisting such effects it probably wasn't up to snuff with the level that Siren could output.
Of the two Undersiders, Siren was the direct muscle and even though she was just as street smart as Nighlight, the latter was definitely the boss so her subordinate didn't make a move beyond letting her master aura fly. The newcomer didn't get it, but she'd learn one way or another. It also might have been premature to threaten the two of them. Mimic would not be happy about the situation in the slightest, and if this woman had nothing to offer on top of that, the regional boss would be very displeased. That would not be a good thing for Makoto. Hell having a woman who could be literally anyone pissed off at you was not good for anyone. Nightlight had just finished texting that woman.
Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 1:58 pm
The phone within her jacket buzzed, letting the woman know that she had a new message. An olive colored, almost plastic looking hand reached into the depths of the pocket to grab at the device. Though the figure had no eyes it appeared to be able to see just fine. The message from Nightlight was received, a grimace would have dotted her face if she'd had lips. Hopefully it wouldn't become a problem. I'll head to you shortly if the situation doesn't change, was Mimic's reply.
___"Bite my shiny metal a**." Makoto said as she literally dropped the expensive PC currently hoisted on her shoulder like a sack of bricks and started off down the road, chucking the keys to the warehouse at the dumpster and making the shot this time. As far as Makoto was concerned she wasn't a parahuman, she just stumbled into a s**t situation. If they were going to offer her garbage and then try to kill her when she rejected their presentation of worthless junk, she'd go sit in the ******** desert or something.
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ROGUE ID# 9847563
Storage Points: ▽ Basic Messenger Bag
Items in Possession: ▽ Cape Outfit - See Description On Profile ▽ 1 Pair Basic Combat Knives ▽ 1 Set of New Life™ cybernetic prosthetics ▽ 1 NBPD "Blues" top
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 5:15 pm
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After the rude woman seemed to lose her nerve and walk off Siren allowed herself to relax and shut down her aura power. There was no reason to use it constantly, it wasn't her intention to leave people feeling frightened of her. No if anything she only used it during battle or to avoid battles in the first place. "Wanna continue our rounds then?" The question was simple enough, with this whole... whatever it was resolved they should probably get back to doing their duties. A hand with sharpened nails was offered out to Nightlight, the gesture accompanying the question.
Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 3:34 am
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The warmth of the girl's hand brought a smile to the woman's face. The bond of mother and daughter was something special, and it warmed her soul. "Not too much more hunny, I just wanna see if anyone needs us. The heroes don't come round here too often, so it's up to us." Spending time together was nice, having family was better. It'd been a long long time since Etain actually felt like she had a family. Megan, was her family now. "Want me to read ya a story later?" The question was rather loving, but also meant to help get the girl's mind off of being tired. Thoughts of the future to distract herself with. Which it would also simply be nice, the quality time they shared was honestly her favorite part of the day.
A woman's scream interrupted those happy thoughts of family time. It was annoying on some level but this was why they were out here. A sense of commitment to helping those in need outweighed her annoyance by a long shot. Rounding a corner the pair would come upon a group of thugs flying colors she wasn't familiar with. They had a woman cornered up against a wall as she clutched her purse. Vulgar utterances and demands for her money permeated the air. Quickly shifting from Etain to Siren, the new 53 prepped herself for a fight. Feathers started sliding out from her back slipping into her hands. "Let her go. Now!" Golden eyes narrowed in like she was eyeing prey, and her harsh voice was terse with anger. If they let the girl go she'd let them off "easy" which for Siren meant that each one would get a hand and their pants leg nailed to a wall. If they resisted, she was liable to slash their tendons so they couldn't run anymore.
Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 3:55 pm
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The little girl walked along hand in hand with her surragate mother. Looking up at her she was talking at the ssame moment siren was. ."Yeah i just dont get why we have to go handle this sort of stuff when theres other things we could be....yes I would very much like you to read me a story tonight please." She said with an abrupt stop and a look of wimsy on the offer. The girl jumped, slightly startled at scream but quickly followed her "mother" around the corner. She allowed her to handle the dialog with the group of thugs, preferring to keep quiet for the moment. She was looking on with some interest in the dialog and smiled at the almost promise of violence. That was something up her alley. She waited in silence, being the shadow to her mothers physical presence.
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"Well check out bird b***h" one of them whistled, as his attention shifted to Siren. A few of the other's chuckled as they turned to face the case 53. One of them kept a hand to the civi woman's throat despite turning his attention away from her. They really must have been new. Didn't look like they had enough power between them to get rated at a one by the Wardens. A scowl crept across her face, these kinds of people were exactly why she hated dealing with gang members. "What's that look for princess? Shouldn't you be happy to not be locked away in the Birdcage? Ain't that where freaks like you out to be?" Another one teased her. "Or around our dicks!" Several of them looked grossed out by the comment. "That's sick man! It'd be like doing it with an animal!"
"Huh... that's funny. You guys seem to think you're bad assess or something. But you I gotta say, that language..." Streaks of red crossed her vision as feathers flew. Spurts of blood, cries of pain, and the sound of metal slamming into brick all filled the air. Five men, four of them now had dagger sized steel feathers ripping through the flesh and bone of their palms before being embedded into the wall behind them. She'd also put one so it nicked their legs and pinned their pants too. "is not ******** appropriate for my little girl's ears." Her gold eyes turned to the one holding the woman by the throat as more feathers slid into her hands. "Let... her... go..." Siren's voice was chill and her aura of fear was in full effect. She could see their knees shaking, and at least one of them was probably about to piss himself. If the man refused, she'd make it hurt. Wouldn't kill him but now she wanted them to suffer and be humiliated before the cops got to them.
Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 3:55 pm
Money__: 00___Ｍｏｏｄ: Mood Here___Ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Security Level Here___Ａｌｅｒｔ__Ｌｅｖｅｌ: Alert Level Here ________________________________Ｏｍａｋｅ ______━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Nightlight merely watched the interactions between her mother figure and the thugs. Her eyes lit up at the sight of blood, a kid seeing something neat. Her wristband vibrated on her arm lightly and she looked down at it. It highlighted a figure on the roof. Young and seemingly amused. She couldnt make out the girls clothing colors. In fact, the screen painted the entire scene in many shades of grey. She would need to upgrade the old cameras to a nice high speed one. She typed in a brief command then shut the screen. Sir Frederick the teddy would sprint as fast as its little fuzzy legs could carry him and start to scale the building to the girls right. He made little sound, being mostly cotton thread and canvas for its "skin". Moving silently its camera would begin recording the girl on the rooftop. It was the bear that would speak. "Enjoying .the. view?"'The words came from a mechanical voice box, and they didnt entirely string together without flaw, obviously being selected at a rapid rate by the onboard programming of the bear.
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They'd gotten the message this time and the currently untouched one released his grip on the woman. She didn't hesitate to run for it. That of course left the final uninjured thug without a hostage. The talons upon the bird woman's feet clacked with irritation. She wanted to hurt him badly but knew that it wasn't right. Letting the larger feathers in her hands float to the side she called on some of the smaller ones at her forearms. These were only about the size of knives instead of daggers. With a quick impulse the feathers stabbed the man in the knees. "By the way, when you get out of prison? Don't come back here." Still keeping some feathers at the ready in case they managed to overcome their fear Siren fished through their pockets till she found a cell phone. 9..1...1 It rang for a moment before an operator picked up on the other line. "Five males, confirmed muggers and probably rapists, lacerations on the hands and one with blown out knee caps. Pearl Street between 6th and 7th. Send a van to round em up." With that she hung up and dropped the phone.
Gold eyes shifted to Nightlight first as she held out her hand for the girl to take once more. Then they shifted upward as the sound of Sir Fredrick caught her attention. Another child, seemed to be around Nightlight's age. "We better leave before the policemen arrive hunny. See if the new girl wants to come with?"
