Logs:Settling Debts
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| RL Date: 6 August, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, Biron |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: On the hunt for a hitman, 'Reanne' (Jo) comes calling to settle an old debt. |
| Where: A small cothold Outside Crom, High Reaches area |
| When: Day 19, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Biron has made a good life for himself. Biron has a good family in his lovely plain wife and the two boys that she bore him. Biron owns a small cothold just outside Crom with herdbeasts to tend and other homemade ways for them to make an honest living. Biron of Ninerock cothold doesn't have to look to card-cheating and heavy gambling to put food on his own table anymore. All his debts have been paid, and all of his tabs were settled. Or so he thought. Biron is finding it hard to keep his grumbling from being audible from the dark-haired woman sitting across from him at his dining table in his home. He takes in the tailored black leathers she wears and the roughened quality of her skin. Dark eyes that used to show a weathered soul was more guarded and calculating than before. The look on her was a far cry from the girl he had ran into from Greenfields many turns ago. "It's been a long time, Reanne," Biron states, the first statement he could get out since his wife brought her into his home. He had discretely told her to take the boys outside and to remain there until the woman was gone. With glasses of ale between them, "Never thought I'd see you again." "I was in the area," 'Reanne' (otherwise known as Jo) replies as she picks up the filled cup, the convict rider studying the older man just as much as he is doing her. "Remembered fondly my friend whom I helped out from under the heavy load of gamblin' debts owed. Thought I'd pop on by'n check up." Biron wasn't smiling then, and with her drudging up an unpleasant past, he's certainly not smiling now. Showing an outward calm as he drinks his ale, "That was over ten turns ago," he lets her know quietly. Gruffly. "Haven' gained a single debt since. Since. Appreciate the stop-by though, but it's really not necessary." "It's not?" Jo is quick to challenge, her outward calm matching his. She doesn't touch her ale. "Last I recalled, I was the one that took care of that 'debt problem' out of the goodness of my heart, no less. Or, at least I took care of the man found at the source of yer debt problem. While in the area, the memory suddenly hit me that I had did a big'n noble thing for ya back there. When no one else would lift a single finger for ya but the young passerby girl from Greenfields." Biron frowns heavily, but the look he sends is a resigned one as he cuts the pleasantries short. "Don't look so young now, so, what do you want from me?" Jo cuts to the point as well. "It's time to collect on that favor owed me," is her simple answer, palms pressing down on the table surface between them. Something said isn't agreeing with Biron, his jaw tightening as he lights a heavy stare onto her. "I would've paid you then," he counters sardonically on the favor. "I remember you not taking a single mark from me for your 'noble and honorable' efforts as well." "'N I remember sayin' that it's not marks I deal in," is Jo's quick counter. "Ya had a problem. I took care of that problem with ya well aware of the price for it. Ya have no problem anymore. Time to collect." "What do you want, Reanne?" Considering the man across from her for a brief moment as Jo slides a hand away towards her chair's armrest (and within range of her hidden knife, presumably), "There's a problem that needs takin' care of back in Greenfields," she explains with a bare nod, her face impassive. "Much like the problem I took care of for you, all those turns ago. I was told through sources even then that yer not exactly a maiden when it comes to this sort of work." The smile is barely there, but detectable. "Likely why you've just happened upon me then, with me so down on my luck and desperate?" Biron can put two and two together fairly quickly despite his age. He's not denying what her sources revealed, either. Desperate times had called for desperate actions when you're hungry. When Jo merely smiles at the rhetorical question, it's obvious the man is racking his brains for a way out and finding none. "Once I take care of it? Then what?" he asks. "Run," comes from Jo with a touch of sarcasm. "Don' get caught. Don' worry 'bout havin' to clean up afterwards, either. Rather, there's a story I want it to tell. A story like yers," she nods towards him. "Poor man just had one too many gamblin' debts. He was in over his head. Ya know the rest, havin' actually lived it yerself." Biron mulls over the instructions like a man that has tasted rancid meat, but he nods once. "You want someone to see him," he makes out without it being a question before grunting. "Trying to attract someone, Girl from Greenfields? Your real target, maybe?" The smile is only slightly colder, but Jo answers, "Perceptive, aren'cha, old man? I knew ya'd be the right one for the job." She gets to her feet then, signaling an end to the brief meeting. "I'll send a 'lizard to give ya the details," she says, straightening up her rider jacket. "I doubt we'll meet again after this. Girl like me likes to keep her distance from messy scenes, see. Don' go straight back here'n I'll make sure yer compensated for yer trouble." She turns and heads for the door before he stops her with his words. "I know how to play this," Biron growls low, irritated, "but after this, are we squared? There any other favors floating out there that I owe you, Reanne? If the aim's not to see you darken my doorstep ever again..." Jo turns an amused look over her shoulder at him, letting the pause linger before she answers back, "Oh, I doubt ya'll ever see good ole' Reanne ever again," seems to be her slick promise, the wink after it seeming ominous. Perhaps he'll miss that slight emphasis on the name. There's a soft snort and then she's heading out the door, calling behind her, "Nice life ya build up for yerself, Biron. Glad I had a part in it." Biron moves to stand in the doorway, watching his Reanne walk off down the long winding dirt road to whatever place she'll haunt next. There's relief that his wife was smart enough to stay out of sight from the dark-haired woman, and his mind is already working over the brief details given about this job. As much as he didn't want to do it, after this he was done having to owe anybody ever again. He had a feeling that if he shirked on this one, he'd be seeing more of 'Reanne' than he and his family would want - and owing a favor would become the least of his problems. As much as he had done well for himself in the last several turns, it was obvious to him that she had done well for herself, too, from that scrawny-looking girl with the quick smile and quick reflexes. |
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Faryn (09:30, 7 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
God, I keep being reminded that Faryn thinks Jo feels dangerous but is ultimately good, or at least ultimately harmless. Like she thinks of most people, in fact. I suppose what one doesn't know...
Edyis (09:38, 7 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
This sent chills down my spine. And Ditto Faryn.
Alida (00:10, 8 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
Alida...would understand in enough ways. She has a few debts others owe her that she's socked away for darker days...though for Alida, it's more a point of honor and pride (and a little business). ;)
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