Apr 09 16:56:19 109 PA - Breif Bout With Greed
From Chronicles
Apr 09 16:56:19 109 PA.
INSIDE THE GATES
Jokin is coming back into the city. Much of his weapons having been checked, though he still has his pistol on his hip. He's dressed for business though at the moment, a heavy array of borg armor attached to his various bionic limbs, as well as worn more traditionally on the meaty parts.
Gabriel is enjoying glorious freedom of movement and the feeling of weather rather than air conditioning. His armor is gone, left somewhere that he's likely trying to forget, with his waterproof clothing slapping quietly against his body. His expression is more contented than it has been in months, many months. At the moment, he seems to be speaking with a young, but matronly woman off to the side.
Jokin detaches the faceplate, and helmet now that he's safely inside the gates, holding them in his fleshy hand. He offers a polite nod in the direction of Gabriel as he nears, though doesn't otherwise interrupt the conversation he's having.
The older man finishes up his conversation quickly, though it's clear in the way that he waves a hand to the woman that he's going to be back. Some bouncing steps start to carry Gabriel in Jokin's direction. "Jokin!" he calls across the busy lanes. "Got a minute?"
Jokin does stop as he's called out to, "Sure thing." He says, moving out of the flow of pedestrian traffic as the old guy bounds towards him. "What's up?" he asks.
Gabriel brings the conversation back to a safe part of the road. "You been out killing deer, or just out hunting?" He asks this with a smile, nodding his out the gates. Then, to be more serious. "Have you been keeping up with the Tolkeen news?"
"Out doing a bit of practicing actually." Jokin replies, "But I'm a bit behind on the current news." He answers, "Why what's up?" he asks.
"I've got a diplomat leaving the city, needs to be escorted to his destination through some rather significant Coalition-controlled territory," Gabriel explains. "I already had a team, getting ready to get up there very soon. But... I don't know the circumstances, but I seem to have lost my heavy element. You're plenty heavy... interested in action, fame and reward?"
"If the pay is right, sure." Jokin replies at that, "And I've plenty of heavy weapons and the like yeah." He adds. "What're the details of the job? When's it start? How long are we going to be gone, etc."
Gabriel can't help but offer only a shrug at some important details. "The escort is from Tolkeen to Free Quebec, and the total number of folk like us that they're expecting to be involved, assuming that for some reason we decided to travel as a lump, is about thirty. Beyond that, there are no specifics. I don't know when he plans to leave, and the 'how long will we be gone' depends on exactly how long it takes us to safely get him there. Pay is also unspecified. However, seeing as how it's a high-ranking diplomat from one very important city traveling through dangerous territory to get to an important, ah... country? I would expect it to be reasonable."
Jokin laughs a bit, "So you're taking on a job to go to Tolkeen without actually knowing what your paycheck is going to be? And yeah, I talked with Bart about the job. He's supposed to get ahold of me when he gets more details about it." He says with a nod.
"Yeah, I'm taking the job. I'll be quite content if all they want to do is cover my expenses," Gabriel says matter-of-factually. Doesn't bother him. "I'm happy, and I've got nothing but time for the important stuff. Laugh all you want." He smiles, allowing time for laughter. "Bart's dead, which is why our partnership in leadership has narrowed down to just me, and also how I have lost my heavy unit." The last information is laid out flat on the conversational ground. Whether or not tears have been spilled over the man's death would be a good question for a very powerful psychic to consider.
Jokin shrugs his shoulders, "That's what Juicers do." He comments, "Good to know though, so yeah, if you can find out the pay I'd like to know. Hate to get to Tolkeen and find out the pay's shit and say no to the job and all, but otherwise I'm still interested."
"Okay, have it your way. Not going to beg." Gabriel shrugs, then starts to slowly fade back toward the young woman. "But if someone else comes along to fill your billet in the meantime, they get it. I'll catch you around later, I guess. Maybe over coffee or something. Good luck with the practicing."
Jokin shrugs as well at the weird old man, then continues along on his way.
Gabriel the weird old man steps off, calling again that he'll be in touch. A few seconds later, he's once again speaking with the woman.
