[center][h3][b][color=ec008c]JURI HAN[/color][/b][/h3]
Level 5: 24/50
Location: Mafia Town
Word Count: short
Points Gained: 1  +3 +3
New EXP Balance: Level 5: 31/50[/center]
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Juri’s idea of applying for a job was finding the nearest local criminal underworld boss and appearing in their office unannounced to offer her services. She thought it made an impression. If this ‘Mafia of Cooks’ place really was just a restaurant then that sucked, but she could always figure out a way to make money off chumps somehow. But she was hoping to get back to Fixing. 

After a little snooping, she had a pretty good idea of where to go. The average [url=https://i.imgur.com/K1QN4Ag.png]mafia goon[/url] (each one hundred percent identical to the next) was neither very friendly nor articulate, but they did know where their bread was buttered [i]and[/i] what was good for them. It quickly became clear that their headquarters lay not on the island itself, but atop the giant plate suspended overhead. Getting there was another story. The water spout was not an option, but Juri was nothing if not resourceful. Her search eventually turned up a cannon that launched her straight to the top, where she landed in front of the mafia [url=https://i.imgur.com/O8PMR5c.png]headquarters[/url]. Juri rolled into a crouch, dusting herself off with a snicker. With only a couple guards posted, getting inside was as simple as convincing them that Juri had business with their boss, and to stand on the two buttons that opened the door. [b][color=ec008c]”Idiots.”[/color][/b] She muttered under her breath. Once inside, she found a sleazy mafia-run casino complete with a fully-loaded bar, and deeper within lay an honest-to-God throne room for the mafia boss himself.

The [url=https://i.imgur.com/e6MRyJG.png]boss[/url], seated on his throne, didn’t seem all that impressive at first glance. He looked shorter than his goons, though he made up the difference with a very tall toque, but he did sport a fancy jacket and mustache. To either side of him stood a statuesque bodyguard with a tommy gun, so similar in appearance that the two of them -the left [url=https://i.imgur.com/RwkyQlg.png]black and red[/url] and the right [url=https://i.imgur.com/8nnrkAn.png]black and white[/url]- that they could’ve easily been twins. The boss did keep a pair of giant cleavers close by, though, and his gaze was surprisingly intense as he eyed the newcomer up and down. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” he told her, his tone suspicious. “What business do you have with the Mafia?”

Juri had been thoroughly unimpressed so far, but seeing the boss, the look in his eyes, and his bodyguards have given her some hope this might not have been a complete waste of time after all. [b][color=ec008c]”I go by Spider.”[/color][/b] She said. [b][color=ec008c]”I’m new in town, thought I might poke around a bit. The pizza’s okay but the security could use some work.”[/color][/b] She said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder from where she came from. 

[b][color=ec008c]”Anyway…”[/color][/b] Spider set a hand on her hip and leaned forward, taking a few steps towards the throne. Probably until she provoked a reaction from the bodyguards. [b][color=ec008c]”I got in here. I can probably get anywhere on this island. You need a Fixer who can get anywhere..?”[/color][/b] She pointed at herself and grinned. 

“You like Mafia pizza? Hmm…” Evidently Juri had accidentally said just the right thing. The boss narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, stroking his goatee. “A spider, eh? I can think of a few ways a spider might come in handy.” A sly smile crept across his face, and he clapped his hands together. “Very well. I’ve already got a job in mind, so let’s see what you can do. Make Mafia proud…and Mafia will make you rich.”

Juri shifted her eyes to the side. She hadn’t actually stopped to grab a bite of pizza on the way in here. [b][color=ec008c]”...Yeah..!”[/color][/b] She managed. She’d probably end up trying it later.  [b][color=ec008c]”That’s what I like to hear.”[/color][/b]