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Jᴀᴄᴏʙ Fʀʏᴇ "I'm no criminal. I just do as I please."

 

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[redrighthanded]

good

Harley said she wants to run a train on me as well
I think that means she wants to see a bunch of people line up to take a turn on me
so if you want to be part of that, I'd be pretty happy about it

[assassin_daddy]

You mean queue up? How very civilised.

Can we get back in the queue after our turn?

[redrighthanded]

I think you definitely should
though if you want you can pick when you get to take your turn

[assassin_daddy]

Well, you know me. Always eager to go first.

[redrighthanded]

you got it

I'm glad you were my first guy, you know
still feels kinda like a struck a home run on the first try

[assassin_daddy]

I didn't know I was. But I'm glad you feel like that. I'm not sure I'm a "home run", whatever that is. Maybe more a "run home and don't tell your mother" sort.

I know I wasn't quite myself when I hit on you in the middle of the road like I did. Never regretted it though.

[dezza]

[ It's the next day when she swings by, and she's glad to do it. Maybe it's a little fancy for her tastes (because of the absence of the scrap piles and half-severed limbs of Omnics for decoration, for instance), but she gets in there, inhales as she starts to poke around looking for this Frye bloke and picks it up. That after bite of sweat and blood, dirt that never quite got out and then she sighed out.

Finally. Home.

It's a bit more digging around before she finally sees pointed in his direction, his office. She bangs on the door frame, sticking her head in and clearing her throat: ]

You that Frye fella?

[ And true to her word, she is as she said. Big. All seven feet that had to stoop to fit under the door frame. Spikes jutting from her forehead, another foot of spiked hair and an ill-fitting hoodie to ward off the cold that only just barely fit across her broad shoulders. ]

[assassin_daddy]

[ If she thinks the Arena is fancy, it's a good thing she's not been to the cleaner, future-style gyms others have set up. The Arena is a no-nonsense sort of place and hes a no-nonsense sort of bloke, and the very fact he doesnt put up with shit means that the giant of a woman who comes into his establishment is clocked immediately by the staff.

No one gets in her way, but Jacob is alerted to her presence before she gets anywhere near his office. Which means anything sensative is stowed away and he's up, watching the rings below from the glass window that overlooks the main body of the warehouse.

He was expecting her anyway, but he wasnt expecting so much of her. He has met tall men, Hellboy is a good head taller than her again, but women that height are...

Well. Hes old and wise wnough not to stare openly anymore at least.]

That's me. And you must be the Queen? How are you settling into the place? I'm sure you're finding it very different from home.

[ They spoke, he recalls, albeit briefly, on the network some weeks ago. But if she did go around to the Eagle, it aas when he wasnt there. ]

[dezza]

[ They ain't bloody common, that's for sure. Even for Junkers, she's still taller than most. Not all. But most.

But he handles it well. Doesn't stare, and frankly, she notices that more than she does the staring, because everyone always does. Annoying as often as it's amusing. So colour her impressed as she ducks and walks in the room. ]

Too right it's different. But been worse, been better.

[ Comes up to the chair opposite his desk and leans her hands on the back of it. Knows there is no point trying to sit in it, unless she feels like being squished up, and uncomfortable. ]

But that's me. Sorry 'bout the delay. Got me a contract in the meantime. Fucking hell, they don't just spit and shake on it as far as deals go, do they? Took forever to get it done.

[assassin_daddy]

[ There's few people in the city shorter than Jacob Frye, and so he tries not to be surprised by things like height. He turns further when she settles at the chair, needing to in order to see her and not face her with his blind side. He doubts shes a danger to him, but he needs to see her to make a real judgement of her now she's in the flesh. ]

That's how I think of it. There's a lot here better than what I know, a lot that's worse.

[ He gestures her to sit on the desk, if she wants. All the paperwork is tidied away, there's nothing but plans for Fight Night left out. ]

No, it's not as simple as all that. What's worse is trying to get out of one, or so I've heard. But I don't hold with how they do things- if you sign up with me, cash us put in your hand. Not your dom's.

[redrighthanded]

remind me to teach you about baseball sometime

I've never regretted it either, babe
even when I had to go fetch you off the top of a table in the middle of a party

[assassin_daddy]

[ And the memory of that hits him like the express from Edinburgh. ]

....oh fuck

Shit. I did stand on a table and make an arse of myself. And embarass you.

I am so sorry I did that Hellboy. Christ.

[redrighthanded]

you didn't embarrass me

it was kind of cute really
you had a lot of feelings you needed to get out, that's all

[assassin_daddy]

From what I can remember I was off my face, out of my mind and out of order.

But... if you've forgoven me for it, I'm glad.

I dont think I've stood on a table since. Thank fuck.

[dezza]

Now that's what I like to hear.

[ She gives him a big wide grin, taking up his offer. Sliding the few more steps to set herself on the edge of the desk, hooking one leg up. ]

Now, look. I prefer to talk it plainly. This ain't my first rodeo where Arena battles go. Like I said, this is how we decide who rules, and I fight for my throne every few seasons. So I done this. A lot. Run them. A lot. Won't tell you your business, and if you want me to prove I ain't talking shit, well, I can do that too.

But I can do more than just have a good fight. I can get a crowd keen. Hyped up. Willing to spend, bets, booze, whatever you want.

[redrighthanded]

I forgave you for it right when it happened, babe

you could stand on a table again if you want
maybe this time doing something other than shouting about stuff

[assassin_daddy]

[He clearly approves of this concept of plain talking- so he lets her continue once she's comfortable, moving closer to the desk but no sitting down, he instead leans a hip against the opposite side and listens, nodding as she makes her points.]

That's why I wanted to talk to you, Miss. If you can get arses on seats- proverbially, we don't have seats- then I want you on staff. The pay is agreeable, and obviously, you can supplement it by taking part in Fight Nights and the prize fights we run.

But I want to see what you can do first. Not that I don't believe you, but it gives me an idea where you're best placed with who I already have, and all that dull management business. How does that sound?

[assassin_daddy]

perhaps I might. Got any tables at this orgy of yours?

[redrighthanded]

pretty sure there will be
maybe I can find a different way to get you off it

[assassin_daddy]

Have you got any ideas? I have one or two.

[redrighthanded]

I was thinking how you standing on a table might put you at the right height for me to suck you off without having to lean down

is that one of your ideas?

[assassin_daddy]

Well it wasn't but it very much is nowadays I think you might be right. I look forward to finding out for sure.

[redrighthanded]

put that on the list then

c'mon and tell me your ideas
you thinking about that time at Oswald's party?

[assassin_daddy]

That was a good night. Although I wasn't thinking about that to begin with. I was thinking of dancing.

Not that I'm much good at that. But after a few drinks, it doesn't matter.

[redrighthanded]

I'd love to dance with you
Juno seems to think I'm pretty good these days