tushanshu_logs | semi-open ; bro strider catch all for random recent shit

_{[ Right. So Bro had done his whole vague, evasive act and gotten a few people's attention for whatever reason. Something about a free gift and possible money opportunity.

Whatever.

He had other motives for each of them, but for different reasons he didn't wish to entail right away. That is all going to be discussed later. Call it fine print.
He's got by his side a little crate with a sheet over it and he seems casually lounged by a table.
The guy is still wearing what appears to be pajama pants with some sort of colorful print resembling the shapes of various Muppet characters, but not in explicit detail. Really. Only somebody as analytical as him would probably find their colors and shapes similar.

The odd thing was the fact he was wearing a polo shirt as usual. His hat has gone missing— the scattered freckles on the bridge of his nose a little more obvious now without the dim shade of his cap bill.

He seems to be waiting— drawing idly in the mean time.
A peculiar puppet is seated upright by his side. Just chilling. Hanging out. It almost looks like it has its hands folded neatly on the table, but that can't be true, right?

Anyway! He's the guy that left the note. Better go see what's up— or maybe the scene is too obscure you opt out. ]}

Edited 2014-01-15 04:53 (UTC)

[Remembering his peculiarities about time, about being on time, Bryn arrives at precisely the time written on her note.

It's still blighting cold outside, so when she does arrive it's bundled up in pants and thick boots, and triple layers up top. She pulls the hood down from her coat when she steps into the Metal sector cafe and immediately looks around for Bro.

Interestingly enough, it's the puppet she recognizes first, well before she catches sight of Bro. It's just a strange shape compared to everyone and everything else in the cafe so that's what grabs her attention first. Her attention which, to be honest, is a bit unfocused because she's not used to being up so early, lately. Bryn wanders over and takes a seat across from him. Her expression is curious, but she has to say first:]

Morning. There's a good blighting reason we're here so early in the day, right?

[She runs a bar, Bro. She stays up late and sleeps in late. Luckily the bleary look on her face can be solved with a strong cup of tea?]

No.

_{[ His immediate response. Bro doesn't bother to look up from the little pad of paper he is sketching on. There's a silence before he pushes the pad of paper away from him and off to the side, resting his wrists on the table. ]}

Actually seeing who gave a fuck.
if you gave enough of a fuck— a big enough fuck— then you'd make it here.

_{[ There's a half grin. ]}

Nice to see you care enough about my bullshit.

[Bryn can't really say she appreciates the early hour as some sort of screening process, but since he's talking about his own stuff, she can let it go. She'd probably do the same in his shoes, whatever those shoes happen to be and whatever it is he's up to.

Signalling to a waitress, she groggily orders a pot of tea and rests her elbows on the table.]

Well that's me. I care about everything, even other people's bullshit. Must not be too much of bullshit though if you care enough to put us through a hoop or two.

Are we waiting for others or do I get to know what's on your mind?

Nah. We can go ahead. I can bet that you'll take their time getting here.

_{[ Bro mimics her and rests his elbows on the table, and even goes far enough to put in chin in his hands. He flashes a big, brief grin, but it goes away. ]}

Several things on my mind.
First off: hey, howdy– how the fuck are you? Seems like I haven't seen you much lately.
Small chat aside, I made you a thing, and you should take this thing as a marketing tool for me.

Also have an inquiry.. business related.

[Bryn then mimics him, putting her chin in her hands and grins back.]

Well, first of all, hi, I'm doing well enough I suppose. Keeping warm and keeping the business afloat. Going to have to start hiring some more help soon I think so I'm not stretching myself thing.

Two, I'm intrigued. What kind of thing did you make and what kind of marketing did you have in mind? What kind of inquiry, for that matter?

[COLOR HER CURIOUS AND A LITTLE EXCITED FOR FREE STUFF?]

[As someone who is accustomed to receiving all kinds of letters from his adoring fans, Barnaby isn't too fazed by how shady the note sounds. No name, no details outside of some free gift and job opportunity, and improper spelling on top of that. Riiiight.

To be honest, the only reason he stops by is because he wants to find out who's taping weird notes to his door, preferably so he can get them to stop. Since he has to eat anyway, he figures he can just pick up breakfast at the cafe. (Maybe if it's good enough, he can take Kotetsu here another time.)

Even with those intentions in mind, Barnaby arrives at the designated time. And then, he sees him -- well, the hideous puppet first, and then the man beside him, and suddenly this all starts to make a little more sense.

He approaches the table, but doesn't sit down just yet.]

You're the one who left the note, I presume?

_{[ Bro glances up from whatever it is he seems to be intent on sketching.
Oh, fuck. it's cite perfect hair guy again. Honestly, he wasn't expecting him to show. If somebody wasn't going to show, he thought it would be Barnaby.

Bro closes his sketchbook and pushes it aside. ]}

Possibly.
What makes you think that?

_{[ Really, he is curious. ]}

You're the only face in this cafe I recognize, and since none of my neighbors received such a note, I assumed it was probably from someone I'd interacted with before. [Even if he only saw Bro once over video, he tries to keep a sharp memory about these sorts of things.]

Furthermore, someone with their own business would be more likely to contact other foreigners about a money opportunity, which once again points at you.

Am I wrong?

_{[ He's so impressed at your deduction skillers there, Barnaby. Really.
He puts his chin in his palm then gestures for him to sit at the seat across from him. ]}

You're right.
Just wanted to hear it straight from your mouth.

Really nice of you to make your way out here.
Are you needing money or just wondering what kind of fucking asshole leaves notes on people's doors?

[Barnaby does sit down when prompted, although he's only planning to stay if he decides this is worth his while.]

The latter was admittedly a concern of mine. I'm willing to hear what you have to say, though.

[It's not that he's strapped for cash so much as he knows he has fewer resources than back home, and he needs to keep an open mind about these things if he doesn't want to get caught in a financial bind in case one of his jobs falls through.]

Sorry. Leaving notes is a habit of mine.
If you ever get one, guess this shed a bit of light on who it's coming from.

_{[ It's a pattern, really. A lot of vague, texts, notes... Bro actually didn't do so well with person to person interaction. ]}

Anyway, I called you here specifically.
I think you should model some of the clothes and accessories I've been working on.
Making shit like this isn't precisely my forte— I prefer to make other things, but I believe that right now, stuff like this is going to sell.

I know you were interested before.
Consider me your private tailor, as it were.
I'll make for you whatever the fuck you want, at no cost.
I only ask you spread the word around and bring me more business if you do that.

[Dryly.] I'll remember that for the future.

[Barnaby isn't quite sure what he expected to hear, but Bro's offer actually sounds pretty reasonable. Interesting.]

So, in other words, an exchange of services -- you provide the clothes, and I act as a round-the-clock model and marketer, so to speak.

_{[ So this chick wanted to fight. Cool. Bro is quietly thrilled to pieces over this. He's been antsy for quite some time now and has been aching to have an itch of his scratched— which is beating the crap out of somebody... or having the crap beat out of him. He figured a place with trees and branches to pivot off of would be an interesting arena for them to fight. It was all in good nature, really. Bro was just used to waking up at the asscrack of dawn and meeting his little brother on the rooftop for a dual.

An epic dual.
Usually over apple juice or cereal or something.
Bro really went out of his way to give Dave a hard time— but to him it was only strengthening him for the absolute worst.

Anyway.

Bro has emergency supplies tucked away safely in his sylladex should this girl somehow decide to break the rules they have set up. According to that other guy, she seemed pretty terrifying. Bro wasn't particularly fussed— he was well aware he probably wasn't the strongest person on this turtle, but he wasn't going to go easy on her either.

Somehow, he knew she wouldn't do the same.
He stands in a small clearing just a small distance away from any housing places, shifting his weight back and forth for her to arrive.

It was unusual for him to be out in the open like this. Typically Bro would perform an ambush attack.
Maybe he should have done that. ]}

Edited 2014-01-15 04:52 (UTC)

[ Annie doesn't take long to get out there, and she's not exactly the most intimidating figure to see. That she ended up layering hooded sweatshirts today doesn't do her any favors in appearance, one of them sized too big for her and only managing to emphasize how slight she is.

When she arrives, her stride and body language are confident. Hands held loose at her sides, expression just as flat as when she'd been talking to him. She looks him over, assessing. It's probably impossible to tell that she's excited about this prospect. It's been too long since she's had a fight that wasn't life or death-- not that she's going to assume that danger isn't present here. The weight of the seemingly plain silver ring on her finger is one that reassures her.

If he somehow turns out to be a real danger or if he lied and was going for something more than a match, he'd be dead before he hit the ground. ]

Hey.

[ She's just so eloquent in her greeting, too. ]

_{[ Oh, okay. Here's the girl in the flesh. Yeah, that Reiner guy wasn't joking— Annie set off a vibe of terror. It wasn't to say that Bro was precisely scared or nervous, but he can usually know when a person is dangerous.

He dusts off his gloved hands. ]}

Hey.

_{[ wow equally eloquent. ]}

I'll properly introduce myself after I kick your ass.

_{[ He didn't sound aggressive or violent. Actually, is voice was really low and actually kind of .. gentle sounding.
His fists go up and he steadies his ground. ]}

Ready?

_{[ no chit chat or nothing. Straight to the chase. ]}

Edited 2014-01-29 21:39 (UTC)

[ Annie brings her hands up to guard, assuming a practiced stance as her focus narrows on him. This is, of course, not to the exclusion of her surroundings. It never paid to be careless or underestimate the possibility that it wasn't just a single opponent that she had.

There's something interesting about this man, but she doesn't have time to puzzle it out. She was going to get exactly what she wanted out of this whether he intended good or ill. ]

Yeah, go for it.

[ She'd let him come for her first. Better to establish a baseline against an unknown enemy, after all. ]

_{[ Right. No flash stepping. It was going to be difficult, considering that was his preferred method of movement. But this was his own challenge brought on upon himself. It was going to help him improve, with a crutch, so to say.

Bro carries a stance similar to a boxer, but he begins his footwork in a weaving motion to his side, as if wanting to circle Annie.

His umber eyes never leave her eye contact, his black spectacles catching glare and reflections to the trees around them.
He continues to move and weave his feet, but when he goes in for a jab at her upper arm, his movement is quick. ]}

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