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Good morning, Keeliai.

[ Monet's seated, her clothes neatly pressed, colours deliberately chosen to contrast the comfortable seat in front of her console, one leg crossed over the other. She hasn't found any nail polish a-turtle yet, or she'd be wearing that as well. Her tone is pleasantly pitched, and even-keeled. ]

My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I'm acquainted with several kedan who're willing to accept temporary assistance from Foreigners for tasks our gifts are more suited to handling [ i.e., with superpowers ]. This is an excellent opportunity to get more involved with the local community, and perhaps improve relations. [ a polite smile to punctuate ]

If you're interested in helping, kindly come to the office [ a location ping in the Metal Sector ] provide your name, the types of cases you're accustomed to handling, and where we can reach you if a suitable match turns up. Should you wish to be a part of the venture but under a [ her nose wrinkles, just barely: she can't believe she's about to say this ] superhero identity, that can be negotiated. Payment will be by commission, depending on how satisfactorily you complete your task.

If you have any questions you may direct them to this console. [ A short pause, for another smile. ] We look forward to working with you.

[ And with that, she turns off the feed. ]

[ooc: feel free to jump straight to action, she'll be at the office all day. ooc planning post is here, job list is here, and do fill out telepathy permissions if you have time, thank you.]

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[Kidd tucks the knife away amidst the many layers of clothing currently comprising the day's winterwear.]

I'm keen on your little agency, if you've an inclination to have me. I'm a ready hand with most weapons, and hard labour's not uncommon in the berths I've kept in my time.

Most hard labour here is spoken for.

[She gestures to the seat, searching for a file on the desk.]

Unless, of course, you'd like to work for Wayne Enterprises.

Heard tell he's quite the dandy. Can't say as I'd be happy there, if it's all the same to you.

[But it earns a smirk, the bare slight twitch of Kidd's mouth, and that seat is claimed without delay.]

[She mirrors the mild smirk, a mischievous glint in her eyes.]

And you'd be happy here?

[Kidd appears to give that more consideration than it is strictly due. Happiness isn't something native much to the Assassin types, or indeed most any breed of pirate. It's in what you bring to the deck that you can hang your laurels on. Aye, you may be pleased with a good take, or a decent rum, or a lass (or a lad, depending on which way your preferences blow) but true happiness is only ever found in freedom.

And few men are ever free. Kidd lifts a shoulder in a shrug.]

Idle hands do the devil's work, mademoiselle. I'd sooner take my bill from a fair lass like yourself than want for some other means to an end.

[Monet. Actually just laughs. Genuinely. She's not privy to the thought process though she'd have wanted to be, and instead, she picks up a small letter, sealed with wax.]

I'm in need of a courier; what say you?

I say I've done less glamorous things in my day, but I know my way around delivering messages, legal or otherwise.

[Kidd studies the letter.]

Though if aid of an illicit kind you've a taste for, it's best I don't know about it, unless the risk leads me to believe I should be asking for better recompense.

[A shrug. Honestly, he doesn't care one way or another. Money's money, same here as it was back home. It means nothing to the dead.]

These ones are legal, sorry to disappoint.

[She makes it sound like she's apologising more for the fact that there's less thrill, rather than she's more aligned to a concrete moral system.]

Money, however, is of no object. I imagine you'd like to live in more comfort here than was available previously.

[All her father's money is a universe away, but she's not skimping on good help. Well. More hard labour for her then.]

[Kidd affects a shrug.]

I've no notion or need to live like the world's monarchs. Pay me a fair rate and I'll be fair satisfied.

[Funny thing, for a pirate to say. But Kidd sailed in royal colours long before he was ever a privateer, and was a privateer long before piracy came knocking.]

Oh, fairness won't be a problem. [She awards results, and that's a good enough standard for her.] I regret I don't have employees who can testify; your own experiences will need to be enough.

[Kidd tucks the letter away in some pocket, and pats the jacket over it to smooth out the signs of carrying anything at all.]

Then tell me where you'd like this to be delivered, and I'll be off.

A small flower shop in the Earth Sector. You won't need to tell the proprietor I sent you, she'll know.

Very well.

[Kidd sketches a bow in her general direction - odd, that he could be so courtly - and straightens with a jaunty smile.]

Top of the day to you, then. I'll be back later.

I'll be waiting with your pay.

Music to every pirate's ears, love.

[He says that half-turned away from her, and lifts his hand in a wave as he heads for the door.]

[She sends Kidd on his way, and upon his return, a bag of juulans is set out, along with two cups of tea. Monet's put the kettle on to boil, and is reading.]

[He's back later than expected. That's what happens when you get jumped by a gang, cutting through one of the less... pristine parts of town. He handled it, of course, as you do, but not without a few cracked ribs, and a split lip, which he's gingerly touching as he comes back into the room.

And quite unlike a pirate, he's less interested in that than in the tea.]

Don't suppose you've a cup handy?

[Monet doesn't waste a second. She stands, fetches a small first aid kit, and gestures for Kidd to sit so she can examine the wounds. She knows what a body sounds like when it's in pain, and while she usually doesn't care, this is one of her employees, her people, and she needs them in tip top shape.]

[Kidd raises an eyebrow at this little show of... what is it, exactly? He didn't peg her as the type to care, and she's no physicker.]

I'll be fine, lass. God's honest truth. I'm keener on the idea of tea. It's been an age since I had a decent cup.

[She looks sceptical, and places it in front of Kidd anyway, and turns to pour some tea.]

There you go.

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