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"Fuck yeah, you wanna make, I wanna make...Shuri here wanna make, but she gotta diaper, so that covered." A smirk, and then she continues. "So I done hear a bunch of shit gone down while I out, but I hear to tell you...ain' none of it official. Ain' none of it permanent, 'less I say it permanent."

theree's some mutters and talk then one says "Bianci says your weapons slow down is killing our businesses, and a few of us do deal in it. She says it wasn't supposed to be forever... so you saying she was right? The weapon restrictions aren't permanent either?"

Tweak was about to say something more, but pauses, and sighs. "That got left up in th' air, an' that my fault. I blame it on girlchild here, but she clearly perfect, so can't do that. So...th'weapon thing be fuckin' complicated. Look...somebody been tryna undermine Flamefree by underminin' her an' us, right? 'Member 'bout th' guns somebody order, an' they fake th' Consortium mark on it, make us look like we sellin' cheap ass gear t' th' mortals and riskin' ignorance? Well, 'kay...so there be politics involved. I gotta figger out how t' get you weapon-workers some work without we be underminin' shit on th' county or...fuck it, on th' kingdom level. 'Member, peeps out there be watchin' us t' see what we become." A pause. "What you think we should do?"

'How about we beat the holy living shit about anyone who furking recreate our mark?" Symond of all folks speaks up, "Let it be that if any of us find out who doing that, wahtever Bluetooth do, blue tooth do, but we WILL protect our trademark and those faking it will end up with a whoel consortium out after em?"

Tweak had already gotten some nods of sympathy, but Symond's comment seems to be one thing NO one can argue with

Tweak, with the baby at her breast like somekind of steampunk Madonna, considers. "If it a childlin', they get a chance t'fix things...but otherwise I got zero problem with what she sayin'."

Even Bianci 's loyalists can't argue with that, or the amendment. Tweak is feeling more confident now. She's lost some status, but it looks like more and more are returning to her.

"What some of th' other rules they done cook up?"

"Well, there's Bianci's...tripple form thing where if you want to..." It turns out that a lot of Bianci's rules are pretty cleverly worded to slowly leech power away from Tweak, though they have just enough benefits for others to amke them go along. The big news? while She was away, bianci had a vote where she managed to get herself assigned 'treasurer' for the Consortium

"So she handles the dross inventory" one explains "Someone had to handle it so...she took it on. She seems pretty fair about it" "Yeah, but skims a bit off the top and you furking weapon types get it FIRST....over we toymakers" "Oh cry me a river!" "How about I pop your nose and make you bleed a river..." "You and waht army.."

Tweak makes short work of tossing the triple-form thing, but her eyes get wide at the last part. "Treasurer? Th' fuck she treasure-izin'?"

OOC: Flip last two around 🙂

((Yup.)) "Greasemonkey been s'posed t'handle that. An' ain' she or me doin' any 'skimmin' of nothin'." Tweak sighs, "You gave her control of th' fuckin' dross. Gonna bet she done cooked the books a'ready...records prolly show profits when ain' actually nuthin' left."

She deftly switches Shuri to the other boob.

Symond glares at some of theo thers "I got 'overruled'"/A few squirm at Tweak's tongue lashing

"Greasemonkey, you got run over by a fuckin' tank, powered by bigots. Ain' on you."

"You got a tally of what be in there afore she took it?"

"I sure do" Symond says "Down to the last furking sprocket"

One female boggan says "Some of us who supported Bianci weren't in it for the weapons, we were just afraid..well, at least she took boggans in, you see?"

"You ain' got rust fer brains, after all." Tweak nods, then looks to the group. "A'ight...thems what still wanna get in bed wit' Bianci-bitch or Franzy-pansy, you better go do it...but I gonna tell ya, I gonna win this bitch. One way or nother. An' if they done drain our dross, it gonna get replenished out they pockets...an' they supporters' pockets. We clear?"

Nods of agreement is the POLITIEST way they agree. Mentions of anatomical applications for tools in delicate places are given ... it would appear that the third of Co=Op support Bianci had has shrunk to the point where maybe only a quarter of the consortium is sticking with her.

"A'ight. Now, I gotta tell ya, th' weapon negotiations gonna be hairy. The coop exist 'cause th' nobles allow it. They might say a condition gonna be we only makes weapons for them. I ain' lovin' that...but I also ain' lovin' you gun-crafters bein' hogtied, so I gonna see what I c'n do. We gotta sort out th' dross sitch. What else? I listenin'." And she does seem ready to sit and listen for a while, adding, "Somebody pass me a fuckin' cookie."

The cookie comes up before the ideas do, but a few do arise "How about we only maintaing the right To NOT make weapons for anyone as a start" "Thought that was a given?" " iwant to make sure the nobles know that" "Could have the nobles bid against each other for first service" "heh" "Sometimes you just wann furking make something price be damned" Some nods "We gotta be able to make weapons for ourselves too!" "hear hear" "Even if we dont' sell it, if I can't use a roomsweeper 180, they sure as hell can't"

"Personal use...competitive bids...right to refuse...." Tweak nods. "Greasemonkey, you takin' notes? My hands kinda full."

"YEah yeah yeah...same as it ever was" Symond seems to be sassy and confident again, full of lip, but doing the job

"Watchit, wench, or you be on diaper duty." A sneer, but she also seems back in control.

Indeed, a grumble of respect seems to indicate both Master and Journeyman are happier with the turn around they've managed today. Shuri, unaware that she has made this all possible, is full, thanks..and now.. going to sleep! Attention and being fussed over, and a full meal that she will eventually turn to diaper leavings. And a nap! what more could a baby ask for?

Tweak sorts herself out and puts Shuri up on her shoulder, patting her back rhythmically. "A'ight...naptime for this sprocket. I kickin' alla you t' th' curb. I send word when I get news, but you wanna come by an' bitch 'bout shit afore then, do it. I be here."

Agreements are made, and some agree to do just that...slowly they filter out...arguing with each other all the way, but one or two says "Beautiful furking baby makes my sister's look like puke. Smart too..." Only to add "Good to have you back" or the likee. When they're gone. Tweak feels a hand on her ass, and onlyone man does that and lives. Necropsis "Trust you to remmeber how to crack the whip. let's sset her down... I'll change her next fucking diaper...probably gonna have toxic waste n shit"

She grins and nods. "This shit ain' over...you wanna know Bianci an' Franz be plottin' an' plannin' right now. I hopin' li'l chica here gonna keep peeps on our side. Way t' rock it, Greasemonkey, take five." She and Nec head out of the Forge and to their room to set Shuri down for a nap.

Symond smiles as they go, turns to the now empty room "She's baaack! In your furkin faces!"

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