Logs:Business Meeting
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| RL Date: 8 July, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Leo, Omer, Andrai, Vijays |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier lends his skills to the Vijay cause. |
| Where: Some bar shack around Tillek Hold |
| When: Day 13, Month 3, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions |
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| As promised, Aishani does pass along a time and place once it's arranged; some dive shack of a bar in and around Tillek, and under cover of darkness, of course. It's raining, because that's the way of things around these parts, but the roof doesn't leak too much, keeping the few patrons dry. There's not many - just a couple of older men drinking alone, and a pair of young men standing at a table over their glasses. They resemble one another, dark and tall, though only one has something of the goldrider's look, leaning toward slender and quick, constantly alert. When H'vier arrives at the bar, he doesn't look particularly rider-y, dressed in the sort of clothes any man might be dressed in, though they are chosen to make himself look just that little bit more broad. His beard is not quite so neatly trimmed as usual, either. All probably in the name of making him seem more intimidating. The bronzerider's path leads him to the bar, his gaze wandering past the few occupants, lingering on the pair of younger men for several moments, before he's ordering himself a drink. As soon as it arrives, he turns to approach the pair wordlessly. The younger men seem to know what to look for, at least, in terms of what sort of guy might be coming - by the way the taller, leaner of the two straightens away from his drink with a word to the other, he's figured out H'vier's who they're waiting for. The first person, at least. As the rider-who-doesn't-look-like-a-rider approaches, he holds out a hand. "Leo," he says. With a nod to the other guy who's hunched over his drink still, "That's Omer. Shouldn't have too long to wait." Even as he says it, he glances back to the door, one eye on it always. Probably good that H'vier has arrived before the other one. He nods to Leo as he shakes his hand, grip firm but not overwhelmingly so. Another nod is given to Omer, though his attention stays mostly on the one doing the introducing. "Havier," he offers even if these two might know perfectly well who he is. "Anything I need to know before we have company?" Leo's grip is firm in return; though he seems to have his own wiry strength, yes, he is likely thankful H'vier doesn't see any need to crush his hand. Omer just grunts and drinks. Not much of a talker, but that appears to be Leo's job anyway. "Bartender and the others'll clear out after he comes in. There's a few guys waiting outside. Not too many, but enough so if he decides to bring drinking buddies, we'll be fine. If not, there's probably not much need to do much to scare him. We'll just make sure he understands that he should take the deal offered." He lifts his glass to tilt the rider's way. "Questions?" he asks, after a drink. The bronzerider's gaze shifts toward the bar and then briefly toward the others drinking when Leo mentions them, but all he does is nod before his gaze is back on the other tall man. H'vier lifts his glass in kind, saying before he follows suit, "Ain't here to ask questions. And I'm sure it won't be hard to tell if you need a little more done." "No, probably won't be too hard. This guy, I think he's making himself out to be more of a hardass than he actually is. The theatre might be good enough." Leo shrugs, none too bothered either way. He's obviously more of a gregarious sort, but he seems well used to being around people more like his cousin (presumably), so the lapse into silence and waiting doesn't precisely bother him, but there is a faint glaze of boredom there in his gaze, like he's got better things to do. But fortunately, his prediction is correct: within less than twenty minutes, an wide shape of average height comes in from the rain and up to the bar. As he's served, one of the older men packs it in for the night, while the other moves closer to the door. A few more shapes slide in from the storm, quick and quiet. H'vier has a dragon to talk to in the silence, at least, so he doesn't much mind the waiting, either. He seems alert enough that maybe he's not chattering away with the bronze the whole time, but he manages to finish his drink, at any rate. When the man finally does show up, the bronzerider only gives him a precursory once over before his gaze is shifting to the other shapes coming in from the storm. He stands tall, at attention, and only grunts a quiet sound of his dissatisfaction with the expanded guest list. Leo gives the extras a long look as they come in and peel off to the side instead of following the man - as they shake off coats and hoods, he relaxes a touch. "Ours," he offers over a quiet breath, from behind the glass he drains afterward. The target in question has his drink now and is too interested in it to pay much attention to who's around the bar, to the way that the 'tender makes himself busy with some glasses near the grimy curtain that leads to the back room. Making like he's going for another drink, Leo heads up to the bar; Omer straightens and nods to H'vier and trails after, none too quick though. Other old guy? He's gone. At the bar, Leo puts his glass down forcefully to get the guy's attention, then giving him a toothy, sharp smile. "Evening, Andrai. Thought we'd give you another chance to consider our generous offer." The man snorts and says nothing for the moment, just looking at Leo, then over his shoulder, around the bar. The single word makes H'vier relax a touch, just noticeably to anyone observant enough for those sorts of things. He watches Leo for a moment, but only follows once Omer has trailed after the other man. The bronzerider, leaving his glass behind, crosses his arms as he settles into a vigilant sort of stance a few paces behind Andrai. While his boss for the evening begins the conversation, H'vier studies the man, which means he's staring intently at him if he happens to look back his way. Across the room, some of the men spread out - a couple sit at the table by the door, one in front of the door, while the other few take up positions surrounding. Their attention is likewise on the bar and on Leo, though the other man and the bronzerider that accompany him are watched as well - all part of the team, so to speak. As the bartender slips under the curtain to get the hell away from whatever this is, Leo leans on the rough bar casually. "Take the deal, walk away, keep making money," he says easily. Andrai snorts again, now eyeing H'vier, the room. He shifts on his stool. "Less money. And what're you going to do if I don't?" Leo takes a moment. He too looks to the big bronzerider, then the shorter, wider man. "You think we need you?" Another sharky grin. There's little attention given to the other people now since they're, apparently, on their side of whatever this is. So H'vier focuses on Andrai, eyes narrowing slightly when he's looked at in kind. The bronzerider glances at Leo, though, instead of answering the shorter man. Whether he intends to move or not, he's playing the part of the big guy that listens to certain people. He doesn't need to go making a lot of his own decisions if Leo's the brain, after all. There's some back and forth between the two men that doesn't seem to get much of anywhere, but the upshot seems to be that most people running... certain operations in the area have agreed to levy a percentage to the Vijays. This particular head of operations has failed to see the benefit, apparently. Eventually, when the lot of the Vijay thugs have begun to close in, Leo makes a big show of disappointment in the whole situation. "I guess it's good to know why you might need protection," he says, a bit sadly, backing off and holding up his hands. What happens next isn't on him. Omer snakes out toward the door, clearly aware of his part - and Leo looks to H'vier, a touch apologetically. Up to him, now. The other traders also look the bronzerider's way, expectant, looking for a cue. Well, Leo might sound a little sad about the man not being very smart, but H'vier? He's grinning in a way that Andrai probably shouldn't like very much. The rider is going to enjoy this. He won't even mind sharing with the traders because, you know, the more the merrier when fun is to be had. The good thing about fun, too, is that it's not rage. It's a lot easier for H'vier to stop when Andrai is only wishing he would finish it off instead of actually doing it on accident. Andrai does, in fact, look worried now. He looks from Leo to the bronzerider and back, though he puffs himself up like he's going to be able to manage this. He steps away from the bar slowly, hand on the rickety stool next to him. He's probably so worried about how pleased H'vier's looking that he doesn't notice the two other guys lingering nearby. One, the shortest of them, but the biggest, points out helpfully, "We can hold him up if he won't get up." Andrai's now the guy with his hands up, telling Leo, "I'll talk about it." Leo, examining his nails in a very Aishani-like way; "After." Too late! There's a nod from H'vier to the 'helpers'. That would be splendid. But when Andrai starts to break, the bronzerider looks just slightly disappointed in the few moments before Leo's decision. It's that simple little word that's quickly and eagerly followed by a big, closed-fist undercut to the man's gut. Another follows before he's had any real chance to recover, or react, but then H'vier steps back to give him a moment so he'll be able to see the fist coming at his face perfectly well. The man probably had some grand plans about fending off his attackers with the stool - he's all ready to grab it and run at H'vier - but he's too slow to do that effectively. He doubles over as he's hit in the stomach, gasping for air - and in that moment the bronzerider steps back, he goes for what's likely a belt knife... but is mysteriously gone. Imagine that. One of the guys off to the side distracts Andrai with him so, when he turns back, all he sees is H'vier's fist. And he's down, groaning. The two that offered to hold him up scamper forward, as excited as the dragonrider is. Of course, they're about twenty. "Want 'im up?" Andrai is trying, but failing. H'vier will have to thank whoever's taking knives. They aren't exactly his most favorite thing ever. He doesn't step in to kick Andrai while he's down, that could end the fun too quickly, and after a few moments, he nods to the question. "Aye, let's give him a fighting chance." It might even be nice if H'vier didn't sound quite so asshole-y about it. He even waits for some reaction from Andrai, once he's on his feet, some indication that he's still willing to fight back before the bronzerider is barreling into him to shove him against the bar, maybe to help keep him on his feet when he aims another fist at the other man's jaw. The kids, so to speak, help Andrai up with a maximum amount of shoving and pushing, grinning at the bronzerider like he's their new favourite person. The man tries to get his footing after shoving them off - he has some pride - but the punches he aims at H'vier's mid-section are shortened by being shoved against the bar, and don't have the same force he might muster otherwise... or if he weren't hurting already. It's not a fair fight, but it's not meant to be. The hit to his jaw has him drooling red on the rough countertop, but he's awake, at least. Still. He makes a strangled sound that could be a curse. As for Leo, he's now pulled out a little book and a pencil, making notes. His gaze lifts now and again, but clearly he figures this is handled. His style is clearly more power than agility, so it's kind of a shame that Andrai isn't exactly built to take advantage of H'vier's weaknesses. But that's part of what makes it fun for the bronzerider, even if always having the advantage might not always be fun. Maybe it's partly because of the boys who seem to be having almost as much fun as him. When H'vier shoves Andrai away from the bar, following through with another fist, hitting hard enough to split his knuckles and send the man back to the ground, he does kick him now. But only once. Because he steps back as he says, "Take your shots, men." Men, of course, not boys. Andrai is still conscious, yes. But he likely wishes he wasn't, especially when the pair of maybe-twenty turn olds go put the boots to him in a practiced way. They all look a little rough, like they grew up fighting each other, then learned to fight other people. Even Leo has some wiry grace, for all that he doesn't deign to be involved in this violence. It's when H'vier speaks that he looks up with interest, then grins at the bronzerider. It fades as he looks past to the stompy twins behind and he says sharply, "Hey! Wait'll next time. Go see if Omer needs help." They are sad, but they go, reluctantly, as do many of the others. Leo doesn't offer a hand again, since H'vier's all bloody, but gives him an impressed nod. "Now this is the fun part," he says, obviously taking his own joy in this moment. He tears a sheet out of the book, bending down to tuck it in Andrai's pocket. "A reminder, in case you pass out," he tells the man, right in his ear. "Take the deal, as now offered, or... well. I can't say what I can do to help you then." He sighs, like he's real broken up about that, then straightens, steps over the prone body, and tilts his head toward the door. "Shall we? Let our mutual friend know how it went, if you like. But no news is good news." And with that, he's off rubbing his hands. "Want to see what he had on the runner?" H'vier has a briefly apologetic, sort of, look for the called off boys, but his gaze turns toward Leo as Andrai is given his final offer. He flexes his hands before finally glancing down at his knuckles, but he makes no move to clean the blood away. Maybe he likes that part, too. "Been a pleasure," is said to Andrai before H'vier is nodding his answer in a similar gesture toward the door. "They might be as disappointed as me that he didn't put up more of a fight." Maybe not, but one last barb for Andrai's benefit is good for him as H'vier lets Leo lead the way out the door. "Oh, we're all disappointed." Then out into the night. One of the kids with the boots will even give H'vier Andrai's knife, like a souvenir. Aw. |
Comments
Alida on 20:08, 9 July 2014 said...
Fight fiiiight! Dunno why I like fight scenes so much. ^^
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