Summary:The Owl offers Skye a job opportunity. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Daisy says, "ooc Hrm"
The invitation had been slide under Daisy's door, by persons unknown, sealed in a simple white envelope with an embossed owl. The contents were simple: Her presence was requested at a certain location, on a certain afternoon, at a certain time. She was to come alone and would be presented with an opportunity.
Maybe she would come. Maybe she wouldn't. But Leland suspected the girl's curiosity would at least be sufficient to bring her to his door. When she arrives, a well-dressed young man, handsome in a bland and anonymous sort of way, will lead her inside. The Aerie is a lavish club, decadent in many ways, but it's quiet at the moment, the lights turned down as she's guided to a simple table for two underneath and overhead light.
A voice speaks from the darkness, cultured and smooth. "The kitchen is closed, I'm afraid, but I can still offer you refreshment, if you'd like. Simply let Lucien there know what you'd like to drink. We have an excellent espresso machine."
Daisy says, ""@emit
Nope. It wasn't a surprise that Daisy showed up. It wasn't curiousity, she just needed a job and money to eat. Living in her van, where ever she parks it, isn't a good way to go about life. But she shows, right on time. Maybe five minutes early! Her usual garb was nothing. She's already on her third outfit, cycling out every three days which soon to be ratty and torn. But she says nothing, even as she approaches the table in tow of Lucien, but pulls out the chair and sits. She's a teenager, lacking total manners. "I just want some water. Coffee makes me jittery." And Daisy with the jitters? Bad.
Nope. It wasn't a surprise that Daisy showed up. It wasn't curiousity, she just needed a job and money to eat. Living in her van, where ever she parks it, isn't a good way to go about life. But she shows, right on time. Maybe five minutes early! Her usual garb was nothing. She's already on her third outfit, cycling out every three days which soon to be ratty and torn. But she says nothing, even as she approaches the table in tow of Lucien, but pulls out the chair and sits. She's a teenager, lacking total manners. "I just want some water. Coffee makes me jittery." And Daisy with the jitters? Bad.
Daisy says, "ooc I logged Thea out."
The man steps out of the shadows. Older, distinguished, with a pair of gold-tinted spectacles resting atop the bridge of his nose. He takes a seat, his tweed suit luxurious, the smell of fine cologne wafting off of him.
"Water it is," he says, gesturing for Lucien to retrieve the girl's drink. He himself has a snifter of brandy, casually swirling it in a ringed hand as he regards her coolly.
"It pains me to see you looking so shabby. You have a great deal of potential. I'd like to help you fulfill it, if you'd allow me."
Daisy, no matter what, is always on edge. Always expecting the unexpected especially when it comes to herself. There's a time when she could possibly blow a gasket and take out the entire building, or take herself out with the many fractures that she suffers. "Thanks." She mutters to the mans back, finally looking towards the well dressed being; studying him from top to bottom, then with a lean back into her chair to 'slightly' relax. "Uh.." She looks down at herself, then up again. "Maybe I like this look. And maybe I already reached my maximum potential. How are you going to help me, eh? And what makes you think that I'm going to say yes?"
Leland Owlsley smiles, "You're far too bright to look that way deliberately, except by poverty. If it were a ruse, I'd have seen through it. You will say yes because getting people to say yes is one of the things I'm very good at," he says. "I have no interest in coercing you, though. If you genuinely have no interest, you can go on your merry way, at any time. We might even have a complimentary fruit basket you could take with you."
"However, if you stay, I will offer you opportunity. Opportunity at money. Opportunity at understanding. Opportunity at stability. I do not pretend to give them away freely. I will ask you to do things, sometimes unsavory things, although not the kind of unsavory you might fear. Your abilities are far too useful for me to invest time in your degradation. I have a need for people with talents. I am offered jobs and missions from various powers that be and I need people to execute those jobs. I think you would do well as one of my operatives."
Daisy listens. Yes, she was too smart for half of what he insisted. Poverty was a key factor in her to say yes; but she also wanted him to prove it. Put the money where the mouth is, so to speak. And to be honest? She %<u2013>has- been hurting.
The water delivered, she doesn%<u2019>t bother taking a sip, only staring at the glass as she weighs her options. In fact, there were no options. He was right. Totally right. So, a slow nod is given with the agreement and understanding. But first? Terms.
"One job." She states. "One job and I'll see how well we mesh. Sort of like a trial period." Daisy nods at this. "And if we like each other? Then sure. I'll be okay with sticking around."
Leland Owlsley takes a sip of his brandy, "Fair enough. Of course, until we've established a certain level of trust, some matters of our business will have to remain opaque. My clients expect a degree of deniability," he says. "I should have something cooking up for you in the next week or two. I may recruit one or two others to work with you - or I may simply let you fly solo. Maybe I'll even tag along for the ride," he smiles thinly. He doesn't go out in the field as much anymore, but it's amusing now and again to get his hands dirty.
"In the meantime, I can provide an advance on your fee sufficient to improve your wardrobe and secure you lodging in the short term. I do have rooms here, if you'd like, but you're not required to avail of them. I wouldn't want you to think I'm trying to tie you down."
Daisy was alright with that. In fact, it was pretty fair. It almost seems as if the business itself were concluded, though wary, Daisy accepts everything as it was. And says nothing to that fact.
"Alright." She mutters. "I can deal with that. But.. if it's all the same to you, I have a place to stay.." Okay, she doesn't. She's just shacking up with a dude. "And.. well. Thanks, I guess." She was definitely going to take the money. "Do me a favor and call me Skye? I.. really don't go by Daisy. I wiped her off the face of the earth for a reason." And he had that info. He shouldn't. Maybe he was that good.
Leland Owlsley nods, "I am used to people choosing their own names. You may call me Leland or you may call me Owl. I have no particular preference," he smiles. "And worry not, I'm not interested in your past, young lady. Only your future," he says with a thin smile.