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Zhavi · **08-15-2014, 02:11 PM**

Freedom, indeed. The freedom to be backstabbed by those you relied upon. The freedom to be cut out and left for dead.

But she smiled at him, cheerful and reassuring. "Best y'hire out wi' someone what's known fer bein' independent." She thumped herself on the chest. "There's some ye can reach through me what wouldn't listen t'ye if I bore yer colors."

Zhi wasn't known for being involved in the sort of plotting that wound up in betrayal. She was strictly neutral.

She inclined her head. "I was thinkin' -- could be if ye've obstacles what need removin'. . .I could point them out t'her first."

Such had been her intentions for her own personal problems -- once she'd established the woman's capabilities. If Inessa were to whet her appetite on Nero's issues first, well, all the better.

***Nero*** · **08-15-2014, 03:54 PM**

Nero frowned at the suggestion. While he did have some rivals, he would rather eliminate them in a way that didn't leave their guts splattered over the walls; not to mention that if he did use Inessa for such things, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't destroy their valuable products. This was all just conjecture, though; Nero had no idea how Inessa operated in her hits, but leaving as few things to chance as possible was preferable to throwing caution to the wind.

"It's not that I don't have people I'd like removed," Nero said, raising a skeptical eyebrow, "but my gut instinct tells me that that vigilante you've got guarding you is the kind of person who spells the word 'subtle' with five Qs and a number." The smuggler pursed his lips. "But I suppose we won't know until we try, will we?"

Nero placed a hand on his hip. "There is perhaps someone you can loose that attack dog of yours on. A Miqo'te; red hair, red tail with a feather duster on the end, incredibly jittery. You might know him. His real name is some obtuse thing I can't be bothered to remember, but a few people on the lower docks know him as Red Reeve. You know, Limsa Lominsa, a den and haven of artistic talent and creativity," he said sarcastically.Â

"He's a small time dealer in somnus, not really worth noting, but I've no idea how he stays supplied; he couldn't be growing the plants himself and none of my associates are fessing up, so they're either lying or there's a third party shipping the stuff into Limsa Lominsa without anyone else knowing. If your cat friend pulls out his intestines, he won't really be missed." Red Reeve was a pitiable wretch, to be sure, but mercy was nice while it was convenient, and in this case, it wasn't.

Nero folded his arms again, a habit that didn't seem to be going away any time soon. "Now, if you want to make some extra coin, get me his supply, or better yet, get me the names of who's supplying him." A steady stream of somnus could be very profitable indeed. "I guarantee it'll be worth your while. You get to see the kitty vigilante in action and possibly make some extra coin, I get to figure out if she's worth using and possibly some valuable product." He shrugged. "Win-win."

Zhavi · **08-15-2014, 04:13 PM**

Yeah, this guy she could make a profitable partnership out of. She snickered at his remark about subtlety, but didn't otherwise comment.

Not until he mentioned Red Reeve. Her eyebrows went up, and she whistled. "Smart move." Low enough on the chain to not really matter to anyone who themselves mattered, but still a reasonably good target for Nero. Zhi'd pulled product from Red on rare occasions when her usual contacts went dry or went low on account of jack activity. She didn't have enmity with him, but if he was a stepping stone she was more than willing to step up off his body. Besides, he had some black marks with Yayabuko, and by helping to get rid of him maybe it would help her squirm back into Yayabuko's good graces.

"A'right, I'll take his number. Meanwhile, if yer interested in all sorts o'fun things come runnin' hither-skither, I'm gonna run some questions through town afore I introduce ye t'any more brokers. Wouldn't do t'have ye puttin' yerself on someones shit list afore ye've a chance t'get started, fancy?"

Besides, he would probably blame her if someone took a shining to stamping out his business before he had a chance to get started.

"I'll be off t'collect Hara. Where d'ye want t'meet?"

***Nero*** · **08-15-2014, 06:54 PM**

"The Missing Member sounds decent enough," Nero said. It was out of the way and smaller than the Wench, but public enough to guarantee that Inessa wouldn't try to do anything. Hopefully, anyway. It was anyone's guess how unhinged that Miqo'te was, but then Nero had only met her yesterday.

"Get rid of Red Reeve," Nero summarised tersely, quietly congratulating himself on the slight alliteration, "and find the source of his product, and I'll wait there for the results. And do be careful with where you take your attack dog, yes?" The smuggler sniffed. "One wrong move and she might try to slaughter the whole city."

The smuggler turned to leave, pushing open the double doors of the warehouse. The dawn had given way to an early morning, as the gulls screeched in the harbor and the cries of dockhands loading and unloading vessels echoed through the docks.

He turned back to Kink, gesturing into the city. "And I just realised, I hadn't introduced myself this whole time." The Hyur gave a slight bow. "Captain Nero Lazarov...at your service. Sometimes," he said cheekily, flashing a grin.

Zhavi · **08-18-2014, 02:27 AM**

"Aye, Cap'n Lazarov," Zhi repeated dutifully, walking out after him. She leveled a wink towards him, "cheeky lad, are we?" Her laughter would trail behind her as she set off in search of a killer.

___

The killer wasn't home. Zhi had both hands on the top of the bar, her head sinking between her shoulders as Tenfingers idly rubbed down his side of the bar. It was already shining, but the man obviously held some pride. Behind them the lasses who were within his employ were completing various tasks. It was a wonder the place was kept as relatively spotless as it was, considering how very busy it could be -- the prior night being a solid example.

But now, it was mostly empty. All the better to plague Tenfingers with questions.

"Seemed t' be heading out," he told her, cautious. There was a short delay before he added, "don't be bringing any o' your problems into me bar."

She looked up, disbelieving. So, the rumors circulating about sir Unre-blimmin'-lenting taking her by the throat had even reached him, had they? She tipped her head back with a groan and turned away without responding but for the back of her hand in a sloppy farewell.

She moved out of there like there was a goobue on her tail, or something particularly unfriendly with a particularly sharp knife. Both were as dangerous to her, most days. She took a gander 'round, asking questions about the Hara woman and receiving a few likely answers; eventually she narrowed it down to an entrance. She hung out, keeping herself discreet and unremarkable.

It was hard to imagine Lazarov being particularly happy if she wound up sitting on her ass for bells waiting for Hara to show up.

Such was life.

LiveVoltage · **08-18-2014, 01:00 PM**

A military man, Hyur male, with short brown hair, Light blue eye's and somewhat pale skin, dressed in Maelstrom red approaches kink who appears to be looking for something.

The man wasnt too tall. Barely looked as if he was five foot, but he was quite young and was somewhat fair skinned.

"Excuse me miss, you are kink correct?" The young man inquired. "Make no mistake, I am not 'ere to harass you or anythin', but a certain cat by the name o' Inessa told me to introduce myself to you. I am Nicolas, Inessa's insider in Limsa Lominsa military and her policin force and she asked me to make myself available to you and point you to where she might be should you need to seek her out."

Zhavi · **08-19-2014, 12:08 PM**

"Could be I am," Zhi said. She didn't like that people were finding her on the street so easily. Could be it was time to play another alias. Could be it was time to make herself harder to find, what with enemies at the gate. She looked away from the man, back into the city. "If I knew someone what was lookin' fer Inessa, would ye be able t'get a message t'her?"

LiveVoltage · **08-19-2014, 02:03 PM**

"Better." Nicolas stated. "I know where all her spot's are that she frequents in Limsa Lominsa and La Noscea in general. In fact, she told me about you under extreme trust, description and everything. I didn't know who you were before Inessa told me about you."

Nicolas reaches into his crimson coats pocket and pulls out a large folded piece of paper and extends it as an offering towards kink. "On this map are a location of safe havens Inessa frequent's whenever she travels to a different area in Limsa. I wouldn't dare to betray Inessa's trust about you so will you trust me, after all, im putting myself in more heat then Inessa aiding her."

Nicolas was nervous talking to this woman. He spoke clearly but it was clear that he was slightly shaking from this interaction. Nicolas wasn't good with people save Inessa but that was a unique relationship between the two of them that allowed them to speak to each other freely.

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