| Taste the Hypocrisy; attn: Impact | |
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| WilloWisp | Fri Feb 21, 2014 10:00 pm Post #1 |
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"Sugar, we've been through this before," Amour said, her voice gaining a tart undertone. "I can't do more than 500 bits." Doing business was always such a pain when the sellers wouldn't play her game; she had had an order of leather sitting here for weeks and the darling little bastard (it was in the eyes) refused to give her the rate they had agreed upon a month ago. "If you're not going to play ball, I'll just find someone who will." before he could respond and ruin her mood any further, she turned up her nose and walked off. She could come back once he had worried himself to death; her businesses were the biggest buyers of his products, he couldn't afford the lost sales. She didn't really like Manehattan, truth be told; the city was far too big and not very well-kept; the stink of industry was everywhere, and if it wasn't the stink of industry it was people who reminded her unfavorably of her birth parents. She rarely came here for anything that wasn't business, and even then she would much rather send someone else. Still, it wasn't all bad, she thought, her eyes wandering. Too bad she couldn't really indulge here; yet another reason to dislike Manehattan. Maybe she could open something up here… She sat down at a bench, letting out a long sigh and using her magic to even her hair out. Might as well get back to the task at hand… |
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| Ajaxis | Sat Feb 22, 2014 3:32 am Post #2 |
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It had been a very long time since Impact had walked along the dark streets of Manehattan like any normal pony would. Ordinarily, if he were to visit at all, he would navigate it by flying or by running along the expansive skyline that currently loomed over the rest of the city. Yet, here he found himself, walking about with no particular destination in mind. He was about to spread his wings and head off to don his armor and then see if he couldn't find some application for the durable dragonscale suit in some darker, dingier corner, when a vaguely familiar mare sitting down on a bench caught his eye. He didn't turn his head, or slow down, to attract attention. What he did do was continue walking right by the bench, then double back, making frequent but very brief glances through the shifting crowd. Yes, there she was. Paramour Touch, she who would be obeyed in Canterlot's Red Light district. This was, however, not Canterlot's Red Light district. Far from it. What was a Canterlot elite doing all the way out here? Did she even have any real influence, here? Impact passed by the bench again, doubled back again, and decided to sit down on the side of Paramour where he would be momentarily obscured by her moving her mane. He knew this was dangerous, but how much could she do to him in public without causing trouble for herself? Quite a lot, probably, but it couldn't hurt to try for some 'repayment'. Until he would be baring his teeth at her, so to speak, he deigned it a safer route to imitate a polite and inquiring stallion. See how she reacted to that, in a gutter of a town like this. "Rough night?" He asked her, quite casually. Edited by Ajaxis, Sat Feb 22, 2014 3:40 am.
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| WilloWisp | Sat Feb 22, 2014 9:00 pm Post #3 |
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"Sweetie, you don't know what rough means," Amour said, shaking her hair out again. It always left her feeling a little odd after going between magical essence and hair. "Nothing rubs me the wrong way more than a cub that thinks he's a lion." she shot daggers into the air at no one in particular before pulling herself inward again. She was more than ready to just go home at this point, but there were things more important than enjoyment, even if her daddy didn't believe it. For now, though; she should get back to the task at hand. She got up, nodding at the pony who had asked her the question. "I'm sorry honey but I have some business to attend to," she said, giving him a gracious bow. The salespony was probably already blubbering… that made her feel a little better.
Edited by WilloWisp, Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:49 am.
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| Ajaxis | Wed Feb 26, 2014 1:34 am Post #4 |
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Impact smiled, nodded in turn as she walked away from him. He waited for about fifteen seconds, before getting up and moving in the same direction. She was specifically having trouble with someone, then. Perhaps a troublesome client, an irritating businesspartner? It didn't really matter, whatever her problem was, Impact predicted it would soon be the least on her list. If, that is, he didn't muddle things up, or worse, start locking lips with her on impulse, like he had the last mare he'd chased down. Impact kept his eyes trained on Amour's as she returned to whereever she had come from, waiting for an ideal moment to close in. |
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| WilloWisp | Sat Mar 1, 2014 8:41 pm Post #5 |
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It wasn't quite blubbering, but he was clearly concerned for the well-being of his business. "Been doing some math?" she said gently, announcing her presence in the most casual way. The Red Light district was at least half if not more of his sales margin; she already knew his figures to the bit. Always helped to have a little insurance when she knew she was going to have to negotiate prices anyway. He looked up with a startled look on his face, before putting on a depreciative smile. The perfect expression for a little cub… "Oh, mistress," he said. "It appears I was… in error, with our pricing." "I thought you might be," Amour replied, a smile creeping on her face. "Well then, are you willing to accept 100 bits, as we agreed upon?" "100! But you said-" "I have been shopping around, and I can find better prices," she chided him, drinking in his look of shock. He desperately wanted to refuse her, she could read every ounce of thoughts on his face, but instead he smiled. "Yes, of course. one hundred." She smiled and brushed him with her tail "I appreciate your cooperation, sugar," she said, heading off. All wrapped up with a bright new bow… She had time to go find a nice place to eat before the train left for Canterlot again. |
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