#fenixtj

"An' you don' wanna let 'im," Tweak says to Bianci.

"Step down, Stoolbung"

Bianci orders the goblin in question, "This toothless bitch is just braying"

She doesn't tell Nec to stand down...she knows she doesn't need to, because he's not an idiot.

Indeed, the gun is back in the spider's belt, "Shame. I woulda likeed t fuck up a green bi...Stoolbung? Seriously fucklee? God your parents hated your ass"

"Teeth still plenty good here. So's th' brain. An' if yer brain was workin' hundred percent, you'd'a never thunk of takin' the Co-op's treasury, or assume th' leadership. Cuz oh boy, bitch, that gonna come back an' bite you HARD if'n you don' fuckin' step down yerself."

A glance around...quick inventory of how many crafters, how many visible weapons, how many exits....

"Someone had to, you were all mombrained" She sniffs "I got my focus, eyes on the prize. Why not me?" 13 crafters , 6 of them Goblins. They out number the boggans and nockers now

"Why not you? How 'bout, A, my girl here be th' one I left in charge of shit, B, you violatin' th' weapons ban way afore it time to, an' C, will you fuckin' look at th' amount of green in here? I mean, FUCK!" She looks around the group. "I ain' sayin' I ain' never had a friend what walk on th' crazy side like you shits...but what th' fuck you doin' in a legit operation? My girl Penny Dreadful ain' no way she ever sink that low! This bitch promise you somepin big? Cuz I gotta tell you, ain' no way she ever gonna be able to deliver all th' goods."

"Not with you robbing em"

She accuses Tweak, "Shipments stolen? How am I supposed to make good with that drek?"

"Th' fuck you talkin' 'bout?!"

Baltasar whispers to Tweak "I'm not sure, but I think the goblins aren't as under her control as she thinks" but he silences as she asks

A little nod to Baltasar.

"I had deliveries made, they vanished. I want to furking know who you're using to make a liar out of me? My rep! MY name, you jealous old twat... you're shitting on it"

"First I be fuckin' hearing about it, you whacked-out wench! You tell Greasemonkey 'bout this?" She nods to Symond.

Symond raises a brow

"That snot nosed kid?" Bianci sniffs "Right. You left a girl to do a woman's job"

"She at least as much woman as you, bitch. She one hella crafter, an' she do her damn JOB. Even when some fuckers do ever'thing in they power t' undermine her. So, you ain' tell her, an' you assumin' I behind it? Th' fuck kinda thinkin' be that?"

Symond stiffens straight and defiant at Bianci.

Bianci hurmphs "Right... so the weapons you claiming you didn't steal em? Great, because we gottanother furkin shipment, and that gets taken... I won't get you dross I'll give you hell. Why should I bend for you? With goblins joining I can make the co-Op bigge than ever, so let's have a vote."

"Oh, you shippin' weapons? An' they gettin' intercepted, so now we don' even know who got 'em? WELL AIN' THAT FUCKIN' PERFECT!!!"

"Bitch, you jus' prove you a incompetent distributor! Strike one."

Bianci hisses

"You submit anythin' to th' Bes-Din while I outta action? Any new patents in the pipeline?" Tweak demands, an inquisitor.

"What? No . We're testing them in the field first"

"Oh, you incredible bitch...uncontrolled tests? Strike two!"

"An' I hear you allottin' funds unfair-like! More fer weapons, less fer ever'thing else. Wanna deny it?"

A call from one of the other nockers "My transport plans got backburned..."

"STUFF IT, Ajax!" Bianci hisses at him "It's not where the demand is!"

Tweak gestures See?? towards Ajax.

"Screw demand! We fund creativity, bitch! I done funded ever'thing from aerial vehicles to fuckin' cuckoo clocks what curse! Strike three, bitch, you out! I wan' th' treasury funds returned, NOW."

"AN' I be wantin' yer records. Any missin' funds, an' I gonna take it outta you."

"Or what? You ccan't win a vote.. you ccan't out gun me... and I aint' giving up..."

Nec turns his head, "Who dat?" Glancing towards a shadow

"Awww, bitch...." Tweak folds her arms and shakes her head. "Don' go there. You really don' wanna take me down that road, cuz you gonna end up under th' fuckin' wheels."

Then she turns to look where Nec is looking. "Who?"

"Hey, you're not supposed to be here, I told you , we'll get the next shipment to you..." Bianci snaps at the figure

The sidhe lord steps out, he is beautiful, save for the strands of skin that have coated his left eye. That if nothing else would show his house... if he didn't have the banner of the snake and tower along his vest. "A bargain is a bargain, Bianci. But I do find this conversation..fascinating"

Tweak manages to tear her gaze away from the sidhe to glare at Bianci... "You. Fuckin'. IDIOT!" She is seething.

One goblin runs to him, carrying something, a weapon "Take a look at this, you'll buy twenty"

The balor takes it and looks, grinning. It looks like some some sort of mortal gun but with a reinforced barrel... almost like instead of bullets it was meant to shoot shrapnel and ping spread.

"Nicely done, Bianci" He admits, then looks to Tweak "Now now, I pay good dross"

A wild look to Nec, and she whispers, "Go. Now. B."

Nec mutters "Yeah bitch, I leave your ass here and go find me another baby mama." he does not like this idea

Symond pokes Tweak and whispers "That gun style... nothing chimerical about it..takke a look at the other ones like it. Something furking ominous about...you could load raw crude material in there. Stone, lead..." A swallow "Cold iron"

"Fuck..." Whispered, then she takes every ounce of chutzpah and folds her arms before strolling closer to look at the prototype in the sidhe's hands. "You like that shit, huh?"

"It's useful... now, before you get too upset, let's talk price. How much for you to stay quiet about this?" The Balor asks

"You ain't paying HER shit, I head the co-op!" Bianci snorts

"Oh, you fuckin' don't, an' you fuckin' know it, bitch." Over her shoulder to Bianci. "He done figger'd that out, too, cuz he ain' no fool." A dismissive gesture at her, and she refocuses on the gun-bearing sidhe. "Pay off? Huh. " She appears to think about it.