[Open] May intro

[kitsunami]

Who: Kitsunami, Surge (tenrectricity), and you!
Status: Open
Where: Anywhere!
What: May intro and catch-all prompts!
Warnings: Tripping people with a loser's bloodbending(?)

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JK the prompts are in the comments.

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[tenrectricity]

[ the tenrec tilts her head when it comes to how to pay him back for his services, and one eye raises in suspicion. it's especially why she listens to him about the work he has in store, it's more of a bodyguard thing, and she clicks her tongue at the thought of it. ]

Uh huh... I've kinda heard this thing before.

[ she doesn't sound too thrilled, like there's an issue she takes up with being someone like that. rather than follow up on it with azul, the girl looks to kitsunami before looking off to the side. ]

If I'm workin' my butt off to keep you safe, that's 24.... seven... that's all my time, I'll need to be paid on the hour of every hour.

[ that sounds about fair to her. especially with what she can do and how this means she has to change her plans based on his whims. despite that, she still seems unsure as her eyes glance off to the side now.

there's a bit of mumbling to herself as she reflects on eggman's choice of words of what it takes to be a hero. sacrificing mind, body and their principles. ]

[kitsunami]

[ surge seems willing enough, which is saying a lot, but she still has some reservations. kit can tell. through his bangs, he watches azul to see if he has any suspicious tells, any similarities to their previous employer that could raise a red flag for kit to see, but...

well, he does have one question: ]

... What if we want to quit?

[ kit's willing to give it a chance—they really could use the money, but he wants to be sure. ]

[octoblot]

Oh my, don't worry, I don't expect you to guard me 24/7, Surge-san! Just whenever I have reason to believe that a particular task might be too much for just myself to handle, and I can call upon your services for it. That would feel like an abuse of power if I expected you to devote all of your time to work for the Lounge and nothing else.

[At Kit's question, Azul tilts his head a little, as if finding the question strange.]

Then you quit. [A beat, before he clarifies.] Granted, I would like a two weeks notice if you do decide to quit so that I can make sure that I have backup plans to make in the event we had something planned that you are no longer able to do since quitting, but given the nature of this place, its not a hard and fast rule. Other than that, we would simply void your contract that will serve as a record of your employment here, though I ask that any private information that affects me or the business stays private. I would not appreciate competitors stealing intel on my ideas for marketing strategies and such from ex-employees, you know?

[kitsunami]

[ kit's brows furrow. from the insistence that they're only employees during designated working hours, to the reassurance that they can quit (almost) whenever they like. it all sounds like it'd be too good to be true, but when he meets azul's eyes, his gaze doesn't hold that same cockiness of someone like clutch.

he drops his gaze, then turns his attention to surge beside him, a little hesitant, but also a little hopeful. ]

W-we do need the money...

[ but it's not exactly his choice to make either, watching what surge will decide. ]

[tenrectricity]

I dunno what he means by marketing strategies...

[ she mumbles to kit, but she takes this opportunity to look at his face before looking towards azul.

same song and dance, she finds. ]

Fix the thing and I'll offer my hand in agreement, a good ol' shake.

[ because they got to see if he can do it, you know! ]

[octoblot]

Fair enough! I can agree to that.

[Azul finishes untangling the broken strings from the instrument before he crosses his arms, thinking. Normally, you would want to remove the broken strings entirely and replace them with new ones, but he doesn't exactly carry spare shamisen strings here in his shop.

So instead, he takes out what looks like a pen with a fancy stone embedded in it from within his coat here, holding it over the shamisen. He doesn't say anything, but the strings of the instrument begin to faintly glow for a moment before the broken strings lift a little, and begin to carefully reattach themselves where they were meant to be alongside the strings that are still intact. Once he's done, he stops using his magic so that he can carefully tug the repaired strings, testing it to see if it won't immediately snap upon implying the pressure before he speaks.]

... Okay. The instrument probably needs to be tuned before it will sound correct, but otherwise the strings should be good again for the time being. They won't last forever and will need to be replaced entirely with new strings eventually. But until I stock some strings specifically for items like this, this shamisen should be able to withstand any damage for at least another month or so, provided you don't apply too much force to the strings or the body of the instrument again, of course.

[kitsunami]

[ kit listens attentively to the instructions, watching azul with his beady little eyes as the strings return to their former glory... almost. then he'll reach out to accept the instrument from the other, meaning to stash it away in his satchel.

then he looks to surge. the next part is the deal, after all, and she's the leader. ]

[tenrectricity]

[ sure, how to maintain the strings is one thing, but... ]

Damn, Angel Fish, ya got somethin' like that on ya?

[ how did he do that, it just fixed itself, it's not something you really see... or maybe it's been seen and surge is just too young in this second life of hers to know. pretty cool, especially as she stares at it, but it's nothing she'd steal. she's more of someone hands on and waving her arms around would mean less damage applied to her enemies. ]

If you can do that, can't ya like flick your wrist and float someone away or somethin'...

[ it looks like it can do something of that caliber, but maybe it's only meant to fix and not break. lame. her eyes will fall to his hand then to the pen before looking back at him. ]