#fenixtj

A blink. "I'm always willing to play! But you're a professional. I figured you'd want to work for solid payment, not just something I'd love to do any night of the week... I'm just a busker. I've seen your work, and you could have a shop with lines down the street and a 3-year waiting list. I kinda expected to be on hold for a while to earn something like this."

"You forget. I heard your gift. Satyrs have a gift of pan. " A lookat her "You, however, can direct taht inspiration to anything. That's a talent I can use on some..private endeavors of mine"

She takes a moment. "I would, but... please don't be offended - I don't know you that well, and I don't want this to sound like an insult. But just to be straight - I'm on the up and up now. I will only use my ability for the cause of good." Firm, yet blushing a bit at how silly it sounds. "Nothing to influence mortals - or fae folk - to do things- well, unless it was a life or death - or Escheat-willing, or rescue..." She ducks her head, realizing that she's somewhat rambling. "God, it sounds like I think you're trying to recruit me to the legion of doom - and I DON'T think you mean anything like that... but just had to put that out there." A nod. "And if that means we can't work together, ..Well, that's what it means. No hard feelings..."

"The Legion of Doom?" A pause "That's.. a very old reference. The bubbling building that comes out of the swamp , sort of looks like Darth Vader's helmet? And inside The supervillains are gathered ready to destroy the superfriends?"

She laughs a bit, ducking her head. "Sorry. I know I sound silly. But if I were willing to compromise on this, then my tattoo... it'd be meaningless, you know?"

"That doesn't mean I wont' play, and use my inspiration. But I draw the line if it would really hurt anyone."

"No no, I'm not offended, I rather like the idea. Mind you, I'd rather keep my hair but other than that, rather flattering. Supervillains are.. proactive." He says "But it's okay. I also take cash and respect your boundaries"

"I might have a 'good cause' for you to use it in... " He says

"Like, if I'm short on cash, I may lean a bit towards hoping for feelings of charitable intent. But causing a distraction so someone can pick their pockets? It's all.. y'know, levels. Maybe the Escheat doesn't forbid it, but it's still wrong. Maybe if I had a group of orphans to feed and it was downtown NYC and shoppers with diamond studded Gucci handbags... Yeah, it all depends on the situation." Curious. "Tell me more?"

"Robbing people" He nods "Though in this case, the people would be high ranking members of a drug cartel that no one can touch. Take their money, and you hurt them far more than you do taking out their flunkees. It' something I've been setting up for awhile"

A small laugh. "I'm in. And I would do it anyways - even if you turned down my commission. Addiction is hell. But if you really did want to put it towards a commission, all the better."

"Oh , if we do this right it's like ten minutes of work for you" A beat "It also could get you shot. So you see why I consider it even?"

A hard swallow. Then a moment's pause only, and she nods. The old Piper only cared for herself. She'll be better, and continue to be better. "I'll help."

"I'd also like to not bother Jessica with this... discretion ..as a noble she might feel a need to defend you... keep you from doing it at all." A sigh "She's funny that way."

This Piper considers. "I'm not a subject of Fenix, so I don't think I would need to tell her."

"Sounds good. Look I don't normally do the work before the pay, but I'm not sure when I'll have this set up. How about i do the tattoo in the next few days, and then when I find out the best time for your 'repayment' I let you know. Coudl be a few weeks but you seem good for it. If not? you pay in cash with a bit of interest. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll help you out, or $150 an hour, and I'll add dross if you use Quicksilver to speed it up - fair's fair, after all. Probably better, I'm sure I'm a wimp and the longer it takes, the more likely I'd wuss out and have half a sketch on my shoulder."

He offers his hand "Good"

She takes his hand in her smaller one and shakes. "Deal!"

Firm grip, and he nods after the shake and looks at the pattern again "Mind if I play with this just a bit?"

"Not at all. I know where my skills lie, and art - other than the audible kind - ain't it."

"Oh, I had been meaning to ask around, and you're as good a local as any... do you know if there are any trods here, or in the nearby area, that go to the bay area? I figured it's worth a shot, it's at least closer than Bergen County."

A nod "I can work on this, " A nod "yes, with the " (Name of image redacted to drive Catnik crazy) " and the " (Name of other component) will go well with it.. but I might be able to get a wavey sort of effect, a shift.. mmm? Trods? Well...there's one but it opens rather rarely.. this isn't FIrnost after all"

A nod, and she shrugs. "Figured it was worth asking! A road trip up the coast isn't the worst thing either, though I was hoping to bypass Monterey."

"I've hiked a few hitches in my time." A small grin.

"I know a trod that opens about once a month. I'll tell you about it after the job. It will take you not far from here to there."

A nod, and her smile fades, looking distant for a moment. "I'd thought of taking the trip with someone..." She gives her head a small shake, and is all smiles again. "Sorry, that's neither here nor there. But if you think the job will be in the next week or so, I'll stick around, granted that Fenix will put up with me that long. Otherwise, I'm just a trod-hop away even if it IS through the Chieftain's living room."

"Go back to Rivervale. Siv is hoping you will, she has been looking for you. She came by even before I started the beer. We have cellphoines now. I can contact you"

A lazy salute at what sounds almost like an instructional order. "Aye aye. I'll go find her." Leaning over to scratch her cell number onto the margin of one of the pages.

He makes a note of it, and enters it "As for me... I am having one more beer then heading to my shop"

"When did you want to carve me up? I'm free whenever, before I lose my nerve."

"Oh hell with it.. talk to Siv and see if she's good with waiting another 3 hours and I'll do it now"

A swallow - he called her, alright! "Okay, I'll see if I can't scrounge her up before you finish your beers." And, goes looking...

She finds Siv talking to Jonas "I know she's on the short side, but sure we didn't over LOOK her..."

A wave to get her attention. "Jonas, Siv - hey! I was worried you'd gone back to the Vale already!"

"Wanted to bring you along for morale support" Siv admits "if you were willing"

"Of course, since it's kiiinda my fault for tippin' the folks off anyways." A sheepish look. "Though, any chance you'd want to wait until later in the day? I had a potential appointment with Mr. Duff."

"You're getting ink done?" Siv says with a smile "is it a superhero symbol? Because you were totally my hero"

A laugh, and her cheeks pink a bit. "I might have to be a superhero to not run off squealing once the needle hits. If you gotta get back though, I can catch up later. I don't want to keep you. Though, moral support always welcome.."

"You're going with me to help me with my rents, least I can do is g owith you as the violently STAB the needle through your flesh and pump liquids under the torn surface of it"

Exagerated INNOCent look

Her face blanches a few shades paler. "You make it sound so much better..."

"Still, versus facing up to the Grimhand and Mountain? I'll face the needle!" She teases back.

"POint.. come on, Duff's said to be the best.. if he were in El Norte he'd be charging like 300 and hour" SHe looks at JOnas "Jonas, hope you don't mind a wait..."

"No worries, I need to see someone myself" He says and nods "See you when you get back here"

And Siv takes Piper's hand in hers "We're off to pop your dermal cherry"