Yomojo

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
"Work at a place called The Grapevine. Lovely little place for brands like you an' I to hang out and have a good time. Great people, great drinks, and even some pretty decent music once in a while. Should swing by some time, I guarantee you'll love it. Besides, can't just sling claims'a bein the best Waltzer in town 'round without bein' able to back it up."

She had been taught that the easiest way to hide the truth was by telling a different truth, and she does in fact work at The Grapevine. Waitresses once in a while. Besides, she couldn't just come right out and tell every stranger that approached her that she was part of a criminal group. It was supposed to be a semi-secretive faction, after all.

"Who knows, might even be able t'indroduce ya to a Goldie. There's a coupla regulars that're a part of the Boys."

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
"It'd be hard to've been here so long if I didn't provide for myself. Especially since I'm not the kinda gal to just stay at home, lettin' some sugar daddy take care'a me."

Lucy was glad that the conversation was going as it was. As fun as it would have been to mess with the kind of person she had first assumed this man to be, she could always appreciate just having a simple conversation. She wasn't sure where his previous question was going though. She sure didn't look like a street bum, she knew that. He probably wasn't saying everything that was on his mind, but then again, who did? Not that she'd be one to judge, anyways.

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@Patches
"Hun, it's the Grapevine. Y'know they serve food there, right?" Lucy said with a sly grin. Wingate really was quite the interesting person. Man, how different would her life have been if she'd had a mom like Wingate?

Lucy stood herself up from the table and turned to leave. "But yeah, feel free t'come early. We can do a bit a socializin' before we hafta do business. It'd be nice to catch up." she threw over her shoulder at the older woman as she strode away.

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~I love my job~ was the simple thought floating through Lucy's mind as she sauntered through the streets of New Wickborough towards the Grapevine.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
It was Lucy's turn to scoff now. "Our gifts? You mean as casters? You know that ain't a rare thing around here, right? I mean, you must've had to register yourself when ya came in here. Wouldn't be a registry if it was a secret or anythin'. Also, why'd ya scoff at the Golden Boys? I know a couple'a Goldies, tend to be decent fellas. Mosta them's casters too, far as I know."

She didn't feel the need to mention yet that she already had a job. Not that it was the only reason she put down his offer. ~What kinda guy just comes out and says that to a gal he's just met?~ she thought, giving an internal laugh at how ridiculous this man continued to be. She was glad she had come over for the chat, these light spots of comedy were always nice to come by.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
Letting out a snort of laughter at his near outburst, Lucy comes to a conclusion of what she thinks about this man. She turns to fully face Mazone and chuckles.

"Well, if ya lookin' for work, and you're as good a bladesman as ya claim, there's a couple options. Police force is always lookin' for more recruits, if you're a square. Could also look into the Universal Machine, if you're looking to be one of them weird tech-folk. But my main suggestion would be to ask 'round for a group called the Golden Boys. Mercs for hire type'a deal. Somethin' tells me you'd fit in with 'em."

The plain tone of her previous offer transitions smoothly into a tone of casual conversation, Lucy relaxing somewhat around Mazone. After all, a man so ridiculous probably wasn't much of a threat. Or at least, not immediately.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
"Nah, just what brings ya to New Wickborough. Y'seem like a stranger in a strange place, was just wonderin' if ya needed a friendly local to point ya where y'wanted to go. You're walkin' around with an air of intention, so ya must want somethin'." Lucy responds simply, and casually glances over to Mazone with a plain expression, apparently bored of the subtle back-and-forth they've been having.

The sudden directness of his tone, no matter how casual he wanted it to seem, surprised her. She wasn't really sure what to take of his words, either. Was there boastful truthfulness in there? Was he being sarcastically self-deprecating? Or was he just making fun of her? Nothing showed outwardly, of course, but Lucy began to re-think her image of the man beside her.

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"Tomb indeed, Ms. Ipswich." Lucy replied, serious facade lasting but one more second before she broke into a wide, grinning smile.

"Ugh, I can never keep that up too long. But can ya blame me? This could be big, Winnie, like real big. 'Course I can't know for sure, but somethin's tellin' me that this is the big one. The one to blow it all open. And we get to be right in the middle of it." Lucy intones as she practically squirms with excitement, before calming herself again.

"Ah-hem. But I am glad ta hear that you're in for it. This'll be the best decision you've made in a long time, trust me on that. Hope you ain't busy this evenin' by the way, 'cause you got an appointment at 8 tonight at the Grapevine. You know the drill, just gotta make sure everyone's on the same page and whatnot."

Lucy leans forward, resting her chin on her hands, elbows up on the table, and looks pointedly at the school teacer sitting across from her. "I trust you'll be there?"

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
Lucy notices the intentional pauses, the distinct and purposeful creation of tension. She lets him have it, for a second, and then smirks, twirling around with a surprisingly playful flourish, taking one of the coffees that Mazone had ordered. Without looking at him, she continues the conversation.

"Eh, just a common name from some common parents livin' in a common place. Nothin' exciting. You, on the other hand." She turns her head slightly, looking at him out of the corner of one eye, "You look like somethin' exciting. So, what brings ya to this fair city?" She then turns her head back to the coffee, taking a sip.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Afro Samurai
Lucy smiled warmly at the strange man, a hint of intent visible in her eyes. She was excited to meet this strange new arrival, and knew that whatever happened, it'd probably be interesting. Standing up, Lucy walks over to the dark-skinned man, sitting beside him and leaving her half-drunk coffee and half-eaten bagel on the table behind her.

"Can't help but stare, but I'm sure you understand. Walked in here with a purpose, don't take too keen of an eye to see that. Bit of a foreigner too, by the looks of it. And when ya single me out like that, well, I can't help but come an say hi."

She smiles sweetly at the man, invoking a young child excited to meet a new friend, but keeping enough edge in her eyes to let the stranger know that trying to take advantage of her would end poorly.

"Lucille Barlow, pleasure to meet'cha. What do they call you?"

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"Well you're lookin' as fabulous as ever, Ms. Ipswich. But that's enough pleasantries, it's time for business." Lucy says, putting on a mock serious facial expression and tone of voice.

"I got some intel from a couple'a friends that there's a whole friggin ruin, filled to the brim with stuff like this. The shame is, these friends don't know a whole lot about what exactly they got into, and are havin' a heck of a time tryin' to figure it out. They knew I knew you, so I've been sent to see if you'd be interested in a bit of translation work. Needless to say, you'll get your fair cut, but I get the feelin' you'd be tempted to help for free. So, whadaya say, Winnie?" Lucy again raises the expectant eyebrow.