There was a roar as a motorcycle navigated the streets close to the starport. The level of technology was greater than what Winter was used to and that was saying a bit. She was clad in a skin fitting black bodysuit with a matching weapons rig.
Zachariah stood near the bar, a hand resting atop it while the other busied itself with the small console that was used to order drinks and food. Once finished he dragged an ashtray over, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter while he took a seat.
She moved through the pneumatic doors and gave a bit of a glance around. It was a slow day - plenty of privacy.
His drink was delivered within a few moments after he'd lit his cigarette and tucked the pack away. Fingers curled around the glass, lifting it to wet his lips before he took the first drag. The subtle inclination and turn of his head allowed him to peek toward the door as it opened.
She strode for the bar once she was content with her assessment of the place. She made no indication of acknowledging the man at the bar, but she had to figure this was the person to meet with.
The cigarette was set against the edge of the ashtray, smoke drifting up in lazy curls as luminescent eyes turned toward the woman who neared the bar. "Quiet this hour." He mused, the tone of his voice low enough to suggest the words were meant more for a personal statement than a bridge for conversation.
She ordered a beer, "Quiet is good, less ears." A credstick was slotted to pay for the drink.
"Indeed." He took a sip of the drink, it was a warm amber liquid. It was set on the bar as he turned more on his stool to regard her. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
The top of the beer was popped off easily enough. "Business. Easy enough to get away while people were busy in projects. You?"
"Business." He echoed, picking the cancer-stick back up to return it to its rightful place between his lips.
She took a deep pull on that bottle. "Black Hand?"
"What can I do for you?" The cigarette was moved to hover over the ashtray, flicked lightly to send a shower of ashes into the plastic vessel.
She nodded, "(vq) Setting up a network. Heard you were good."
"Rumors can be misleading." He whispered in reply. "However, in this case you can be assured they're correct. I am good." What might come off as arrogance to some was simple fact in his eyes.
She chuckled, "Gonna need better than good. Gotta look out for my chummers."
"Trust me." He paused, appearing thoughtful. "Better yet, don't trust me. That's a foolish move to make. Trust in my ability. You won't find anyone with the connections I have in Rhy'Din."
She pulled a datastick from her pocket and slid it over. "Keep us in mind if you need a hand."
"Likewise." The datastick was exchanged for a similar one that he removed from a small pocket hidden in his coat.
She accepted the exchange and slid it in her breast pocket. "We're waiting on additional muscle, should be ready to roll soon."
"How soon is soon? Days? Weeks? Months?"
"Days, weeks on the high side, Got one out on a mission at the moment."
"Mmhmm." The drink was scooped up for another sip. "When is he or she due back?"
"No ETA, Humanitarian thing he does on the side."
"How many people do you have now? Including him."
She murmurs, "Seven accounted for."
"Not a very large operation you've got running." He mused, setting the drink down. "How many are you hoping to have?"
"Just in the process of gearing up, though one is a drone rigger. People are trickling in, so we don't have an upper number... yet."
"Mmhmm." He nodded slowly, flicking another spray of ashes into the tray. "How many jobs have you taken in the city? If any at all."
"I've taken a couple here and there, small stuff."
"Well. When you're ready for larger scale jobs, don't hesitate to give me a ring." He pointed at the pocket that held the datastick he'd given her. "I know people who can set you up with what you'll need once the ball is rolling."
She nodded there, "Copy that."
He nodded to her before slipping from his stool. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment to get to."
She nodded, "Of course."
He drained the last of his drink, stabbed the cigarette into the ashtray, then nodded to her again. "Have a good one."
"Stay frosty." She went back to her beer.
With that, Zachariah turned toward the doors, which opened upon his approach and then stepped out, disappearing down the street.
(Live RP between Winter Moon and Zachariah Crows)
Zachariah stood near the bar, a hand resting atop it while the other busied itself with the small console that was used to order drinks and food. Once finished he dragged an ashtray over, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter while he took a seat.
She moved through the pneumatic doors and gave a bit of a glance around. It was a slow day - plenty of privacy.
His drink was delivered within a few moments after he'd lit his cigarette and tucked the pack away. Fingers curled around the glass, lifting it to wet his lips before he took the first drag. The subtle inclination and turn of his head allowed him to peek toward the door as it opened.
She strode for the bar once she was content with her assessment of the place. She made no indication of acknowledging the man at the bar, but she had to figure this was the person to meet with.
The cigarette was set against the edge of the ashtray, smoke drifting up in lazy curls as luminescent eyes turned toward the woman who neared the bar. "Quiet this hour." He mused, the tone of his voice low enough to suggest the words were meant more for a personal statement than a bridge for conversation.
She ordered a beer, "Quiet is good, less ears." A credstick was slotted to pay for the drink.
"Indeed." He took a sip of the drink, it was a warm amber liquid. It was set on the bar as he turned more on his stool to regard her. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
The top of the beer was popped off easily enough. "Business. Easy enough to get away while people were busy in projects. You?"
"Business." He echoed, picking the cancer-stick back up to return it to its rightful place between his lips.
She took a deep pull on that bottle. "Black Hand?"
"What can I do for you?" The cigarette was moved to hover over the ashtray, flicked lightly to send a shower of ashes into the plastic vessel.
She nodded, "(vq) Setting up a network. Heard you were good."
"Rumors can be misleading." He whispered in reply. "However, in this case you can be assured they're correct. I am good." What might come off as arrogance to some was simple fact in his eyes.
She chuckled, "Gonna need better than good. Gotta look out for my chummers."
"Trust me." He paused, appearing thoughtful. "Better yet, don't trust me. That's a foolish move to make. Trust in my ability. You won't find anyone with the connections I have in Rhy'Din."
She pulled a datastick from her pocket and slid it over. "Keep us in mind if you need a hand."
"Likewise." The datastick was exchanged for a similar one that he removed from a small pocket hidden in his coat.
She accepted the exchange and slid it in her breast pocket. "We're waiting on additional muscle, should be ready to roll soon."
"How soon is soon? Days? Weeks? Months?"
"Days, weeks on the high side, Got one out on a mission at the moment."
"Mmhmm." The drink was scooped up for another sip. "When is he or she due back?"
"No ETA, Humanitarian thing he does on the side."
"How many people do you have now? Including him."
She murmurs, "Seven accounted for."
"Not a very large operation you've got running." He mused, setting the drink down. "How many are you hoping to have?"
"Just in the process of gearing up, though one is a drone rigger. People are trickling in, so we don't have an upper number... yet."
"Mmhmm." He nodded slowly, flicking another spray of ashes into the tray. "How many jobs have you taken in the city? If any at all."
"I've taken a couple here and there, small stuff."
"Well. When you're ready for larger scale jobs, don't hesitate to give me a ring." He pointed at the pocket that held the datastick he'd given her. "I know people who can set you up with what you'll need once the ball is rolling."
She nodded there, "Copy that."
He nodded to her before slipping from his stool. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment to get to."
She nodded, "Of course."
He drained the last of his drink, stabbed the cigarette into the ashtray, then nodded to her again. "Have a good one."
"Stay frosty." She went back to her beer.
With that, Zachariah turned toward the doors, which opened upon his approach and then stepped out, disappearing down the street.
(Live RP between Winter Moon and Zachariah Crows)