Good times and a green suit.

[Raron]

"Business?"
Tarsus slowly lowered his bulk into the chair. Settling into it he was suprised that the delicate looking thing held his weight without so much as creaking... she was getting better and better at metal work all the time. He still remembered her first chair effort... he had to go to the hospital to get the metal fragments removed...
He rubbed the side of his chin as he relaxed. It was good to be in the company of sane individuals... for the given value of sane. He spent his work times dealing with people who saw the world different... very different from other people. Sure Boots saw it more differently but he liked the way she saw the world.
"Business is good. Clients are behaving. Had some disagreements about billing but we worked out the details to my satisfaction."
He looked at the cake and reached down to his left leg and pulled up the hem of his pants. It revealed a knife handle stuck into the side of his boot. Pulling on it he revealed a knife that only received the title of knife in his hands. In most it be called a short sword. It was a double bladed knife with a stright blade on one side and a serrated blade on the other. With a sudden movement he brought it to bare twice upon the cake next to him. The piece fell into three equal pieces. He took on and held it out toward Boots, and held the other one out to their new aquintance. Even out loud Tarsus was not ready to call him friend.
"I had some issues here or there. Meet some two of the major players on the other teams. The new one and the old one."
His way of refering to meetings Rook and Adeline.
"And another junior player of the old team."
His way of refering to meeting the young angel in the cafe.
"So far things are civil all around and I would like to keep them that way. It will help if you keep busy and stay away from my office."
Basically telling Boots to stay out of the conflict things might heat up and heat up hot. His piece said he turned one studying eye towards Boots's neighbor. For a while he looked at him as he reached into his coat and pulled out a cigarette and lighting it took a long drag. As the smell of tobacco and sea salt filled the air he asked.
"And what do you do youngster?"

[enkashi]

When Tarsus told her to keep low, it was good reason - Last time she went into a situation, guns a'blazing so-to-speak, three assassins had attempted her life for... her deeds in that incident (referring of course to the occasion in which her last hoverboard ended up with about sixty bullet dents and insane structural damage. Golly, it took her weeks to fix all of that...)... she knew she aught to obey. Making trouble was a talent she very much possessed. Her main saving grace was that she usually managed to stay out of it, for her choice of hobby kept her off the street.

"Mkay, Tarsus!" she squeaked from around her fork, and wiggled her tail cheerfully as she enjoyed the piece Tarsus cut for her so precisely. He was... pretty good with that knife. Her face lit up when she tasted her cake, and she bounced once, holding it in her mouth before gulping that bite down with a squeak of joy to take another. As 'sus asked the feline what he did, she was in her own little world - already doing as Tarsus said for her to do - being busy.

[Rook]

Ivan was so far removed from the context that he could not have deciphered what Tarsus was referring to if he had thunk on it all night, one thing that was painfully obvious, he was talking about St. Lucent's political system, or at least he had been, for a moment.

But what was he referring to? He supposed the new one could have meant the Council, because technically, it had come after but it seemed odd and far fetched to call it 'new'.

Perhaps...

No. He couldn't. Our 'team' is small and far removed. We could through supreme effort to be discreet. With his fear, came indignant anger.Who is this person?

He was brought out of his reverie by Tarsus's question, and for a moment his mind blipped,like an old computer, searching..searching.

"I...I work at Aurora Industries, as an asistant".

of course. of course he did. Diddn't half the city work there? As assistants? There was no need to go into detail. Ivan was relieved.

He gave a shy, boyish smile. "I just started last week, heh, it sure beats the hell out of that pizza route".

[Raron]

The grin on Tarsus's face vanished and for several seconds after the young furre finished speaking he stared at him intently and then instantly broke into a wide grin, the expression seems to say "alright, I don't buy a thing you said but I am willing to go along with it for your sake". The saurian proceeded to do just that.
"I can imagine, never had a delivery route myself... had other job oppertunities that came my way."
He smiled to himself, a genuine smile, as he thought of old times and friends that had come and gone. His life had been long and hard and sometimes he wondered if it was all worth it. In balence he thought it was.
"Oh, here is my card by the way"
Pulling out a small rectangle of paper he tossed it to the furre in a perfect spin. It said simply.
Tarsus Ridge, Repairman for hire.
You have a problem, he IS the solution!

On the back was his phone number written in a neat, controlled hand writing.

[enkashi]

Boots finished her cake, and offered her plate to collect any other empty plates there were, then wandered off, her tail wriggling and smacking against the counters gently with soft 'floof' sounds, even the tip wiggling. Boy she was in good spirits. And why not? Her favoritest person in the whole world was visiting, and she got to meet someone new, all in the same day! This day was turning out to be a treasure burrito - junk in the morning, friends in the after noon, all in a pizza crust and slathered with win.

What a funny thought! Boots couldn't help but giggle a little, her form waltzing (cough) gracefully through the kitchen as she set to making the pizza batter. In seconds, she turned a (cough) immaculate kitchen into a trainwreck of white dough, but one could certainly say something for her entusiasm - she wasn't cooking so much as waging war on her batter... but this was, of course, how she did things - Tarsus would know that after all the time he'd known her, it was simply how she operated - with all of her being.

Boots used average materials for batter - off-brand cheapo flour, nameless spaghetti sauce, bottled water, interesting cheese, slightly soft mushrooms, peppers, onions, etc, all used in chopped up ammounts that went into the sauce, cooked on the side until they caramelized into the spaghetti sauce. A heavenly aroma wafted violently into the senses like a brick from that room, and, covered in flour head to toe, Boots looked in on her houseguests.

"It'll be about ten minuites, guys! How do you want it? Spicy, stuffed crust, sauce crust, thin-crispy, downtown style, fancy pants, or Oh-My-God-What-Is-This-Madness?"

[Rook]

Repairman

Ivan thought he had some kind of knack about that, the word seemed to stick out, and when it came into his mind and nested there, the image of a fat guy with a utility belt and a lunchbox was the furthest thing from his mind.

But where?

Whispered in an alley in one crude meeting or another, sneered on the street corner, or perhaps there had been a bar at some vague point...but Ivan was Foundry and he had been chosen because he knew when not to lie to himself.

This man was dangerous.

He kept his cool however, displaying amused distaste as Boots mentioned the pizza, he looked up at her and smiled "I don't so much mind the Cinnamon sticks for nomming, if that'd be okay with you".