Post by Jade on Nov 14, 2018 3:10:03 GMT -5
Among the fine architecture, the wonderful sights and smells of Micqueot, Cheri fit in like another cog in the grand machine that was the city. No one paid the well-dressed woman a second thought as she walked down the street, stopping occasionally at a storefront to look through whatever wares were on display. Certainly no one thought it strange when she stopped to converse with a certain shopkeeper, or when she was handed an envelope from that same woman, only to return to her supposed business of window shopping. What cause would they have to question when she entered a café a few blocks down? Perhaps the locals would think it strange when this woman they couldn't recall seeing before walked to the counter, handing that envelope over to the man working the counter, and was then led into the back - but then they would return to their hot drinks and conversations, and she left their thoughts..."You must understand, I do not often take... 'These sorts' of jobs."
Cheri watched the woman across from her closely as she spoke. She didn't need to know all of the details of the job in question; the way she had been contacted, the way she had been lead across the city in this manner, the way two men were sitting at a table in this cellar across the way from them, so clearly paying attention to the negotiation while making it seem like they were enraptured in their own game of cards... "I like to operate as a free agent, and that means not inviting the World Government to put a bounty on my head."
The woman seated across from her... Well, it wasn't that she wasn't pretty, but more that she was dressed in such a way that she was clearly trying to downplay it. The woman had bright orange hair that had been hacked short, which was now only peeking out from underneath her almost shapeless dark beige hat, and brilliant green eyes; shorter than Cheri herself, perhaps a little under average height. Her face seemed intentionally dirtied a bit, especially when compared to her almost pristine-white smile. "We certainly understand that, Miss Gelato, and more than that - this is hardly the first time that we have contacted you and had... Let's say, similar conversations regarding your particularities."
"Which begs the question," the pink-haired woman responded, "of why you would contact me again when I have made it so clear to you that I have no intention of sticking my neck out for you?
"Well, to be quite honest with you..." The woman shifted in her seat, glancing over at the two men seated further back in the cellar before focusing her eyes back on Cheri. "I'm not sure if you heard about it, but an officer of ours was recently taken into custody, alongside a lot of his personal fighting force. They were an odd lot, to be sure, but they were a few of our stronger members out here in the North Blue. So we-"
"Need me to fill in as extra muscle?"
The woman laughed. "You have an impressive track record, Miss Gelato! Someone with your kind of talent is hard to come by." She leaned back in her seat, putting her right arm over the back of the chair. "Look, I know this is a hard sell for you. But don't you want to help a worthy cause?"
Cheri glared at the woman a moment longer, and then abruptly stood, knocking the chair she had been sitting in to the floor with the movement. "Your cause, as worthy as it may be, is no concern of mine!" The two men let their cards scatter as they began moving toward her- But with a gesture from the woman still sitting, they stopped, exchanging confused glances.
"You have your own pain," the woman said, speaking slowly as if sounding out the words, "and we would not want you to risk making that any worse, Miss Gelato. All I ask now is that you listen to what we would seek to accomplish, by making you our ally - if just for a little while." When Cheri made no further move to leave, the redhead continued. "Of course, we would also make sure that you are compensated for your efforts as best we can. We aren't exactly a wealthy operation, but we can do our best to see that you are-"
A low hiss filled the air as the temperature around Cheri dropped, a thin fog beginning to roll from her legs. "Cut to the chase."
The other woman shifted in her chair again as the room actually got colder. "Right. A certain man on the island is the target." She gestured to the men again; one of them turned and hurried off somewhere Cheri could no longer see. "He's been on our watch-list for a while now. Monsieur Reynard, a local businessman and one of the 'social elite'. His inherited vineyards are responsible for a particularly expensive sort of wine, popular throughout the world - but our concern is his engagement with, and hand in operating, the slave trade in Micqueot."