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	♥ 1. Where did you come from? You may not know anyone else on the boat, but you've all got one thing in common; you're headed to Republic City. ♥ 2. It's your first day in Republic City. You might wanna get a job lined up or you'll be living on the streets. ♥ 3. You're the new person in the city. You gotta make some friends, right? Go find someone and strike up a conversation.
	♦ 4. Feeling a little crafty? Maybe you could make a quick yuan. Sell information for money or do a little threatening. ♦ 5. Vines. Vines everywhere! They're like the heads of a hydra. What are you going to do about the vines that just invaded your apartment? ♦ 6. Triads, Equalists... thugs in general. Welcome to the aftermath of losing a fight. Are you gonna go find a healer or are you gonna tough it out?
	♣ 7. You've got a job. What is it? How are you going to get customers? You better get some soon. More customers equals more money. ♣ 8. You're a bender, right? Then you better practice it. What's that? Oh, a non-bender? You can still find a partner to spar with, right? ♣ 9. It's late. Have a drink at the pub! Get to know one another. Let it all flow freely!
	♠ 10. Yeah! You've got a driver's license! Everyone else better watch out... ♠ 11. Entertainment's just rolled on into the city! Watch the ostrich-horses race or the acrobats perform. Or maybe you're one of them! ♠ 12. It's a long line at whatever vendor you're at. Make small talk with nearby civilians or try and haggle the vendor down to a better price.
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[Once she reaches a particularly poorly lit street, Slade will address her from the shadows, his voice calm yet sinister.]

"Good evening, Miss Sato. You know, it really isn't safe to be out alone at night in this city."

[Asami doesn't exactly jump, but her head does whip in the direction of Slade's voice.]

I can handle myself.

[She keeps walking. This sort of thing isn't uncommon, after night has fallen. She's lived in the city her whole life, and she's confident in her ability to protect herself. Whatever this guy wants, she can handle it.]

[Slade lets out out a short laugh before replying.]

Heh. I'm sure. ...And if not, I'm sure you can always call on your friends in the Triad to help you out.

[Asami's heart skips a beat, but she doesn't show it. Nobody knows about that but Mako.

Right?]

Last I knew, they aren't too keen on making friends.

[The level of smugness in Slade's voice noticeably intensifies. He steps into the light and draws a brown paper envelope.]

...And yet, these documents make it look like you are quite chummy.

Chummy?

[Asami's voice doesn't waver, but she turns around to face the stranger.]

What are you trying to pull, exactly?

[Slade's tone changes to one of mock indignation.]

"Pull?" Ms. Soto, you make me sound like some sort of con man.

[Slade steps in close and shows her the incriminating documents, one at a time.]

I'm simply offering an exchange of services.

Edited 2014-09-29 17:32 (UTC)

[Asami's composure starts to crack when she takes a look at the photographs. That's it. The Sting operation. If this gets out to the public, she's doomed. A dozen possibilities rush through her head in a moment. Does she cover it up? Burn the evidence? But where are the negatives? Who is this guy, and how has he gotten a hold of this?]

Who are you?

[She's not in the position to be making any demands, but she knows that cracking completely is the worst thing she can do right now.]

[Slade slips the envelope back into a pocket in his armor. A skilled eye may note that though the metal armor is even heavier than what the police wear, it makes no sound as Slade moves, nor does he seem hampered by its weight.]

They call me Slade. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[Spirits, what has she gotten herself into... Asami doesn't respond to Slade's introduction.]

What kind of services are we discussing, here?

[The rain intensifies and lightning cracks across the sky, sharply illuminating Slade's imposing figure for a moment.]

I will keep this information to myself, and I will dissuade other groups from prying into it.

In exchange, you will build some devices to my specifications. The kind that are useful for... "self-defense".

[He wants technology. That had been high on Asami's list of probable answers. How can she say no? But how can she say yes, either?]

I can't build anything for you. My factories and inventories are regularly inspected and inventoried by the police in wake of the incident with my father.

[All for the sake of making the public know that she isn't supplying the next Equalist revolution. The Sato name isn't going to live that down for a long time, after the damage caused by Hiroshi.]

If I get busted, you get busted.

Edited 2014-09-30 02:46 (UTC)

[Slade folds his hands behind his back in a soldier-like "at ease" position. Not a hint of concern can be heard in his voice.]

I am aware of the inspections at your factory. I've arranged for another hidden facility - not far from your factory - to be set up where you may work without interference. Its entrance is hidden in the back room of a Paisho den, so if anyone follows you, it will just look like you've taken a keener interest in the hobby.

[Just how many resources does this guy have? Her hands are tied here, and she has no idea how to wriggle her way out. Her mind shoots to Mako, the only other person who really knows about all of this. But he's just a beat cop, what's he supposed to do?

Finally, a thought occurs to her. Maybe she has to give him tech. But she doesn't have to give him good tech. How long will it take for him to notice the difference? Hopefully long enough for her to come up with an idea.]

I work on my own time.

[So, yes, she'll do this.]

[Slade's eye narrows beneath the slit in his mask, and he takes a step closer to tower over her.]

Your time belongs to me now, Ms. Soto. You will come to the Lucky Dragon Paisho Parlor at 10 pm tomorrow. You will ask the manager to show you to "the private game". I will give you further instruction there.

If you do not show, I assure you these documents will be in the hands of Tan-Mae-Zan Publishing by the next morning.

((Tan-Mae-Zan is a newspaper publisher known for its eagerness to spread dirt on anyone famous in Republic City. The paper is immensely popular.))

Fine.

[That's all she wants to say on the matter. Asami is still, body subtly tense and at the ready just in case he tries anything funny.

She's already not going to be able to sleep tonight.]

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Sorry for delay, was too depressed to tag the past couple days.

Don't worry about it, I've obviously been slow as molasses.

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