✧ unexpected complication

[quicksilverwings]

[This was supposed to be an easy con. Well, easy-ish.

Taking down the entire IPC is a bit of a far-off pipe dream for Wing and his team (he's still marveling that he's ended up with a team, some days), but particular nasty individuals within or working with them is fair game. Just, you know, make sure picking them off is few and far between.

This was supposed to be a relatively routine takedown of a shithead of a mark. But there's been a wrench thrown into the works--one that the mark refuses to refer to by a name, and it leaves Wing seeing red. A slave.

This fucker has a slave.

Wing maintains his perfectly polite facade, the one meant to lure the target in, so that Wing can lure him into acting against his own best interests, too blinded by what he has to offer. Wing's all smiles, but for anyone really paying attention, he's seething.

Once the mark has left the room--he'll be out for a while, if a couple of Wing's teammates have anything to say about it--Wing makes his way over to get a better look at that slave.]

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[takesitall]

[The clothes...he changes, and pulls the jacket back on. He needs that extra weight right now.

Once he makes his way down to the main room, he just sort of stands around again until he hears Wing asking a question.]

...tea. The bastard drank coffee and it stank.

[quicksilverwings]

[A nod as he sets the laptop down and hops up.]

So, for future reference, is there any particular kind of tea you like? Or will any kind do?

[takesitall]

...Mama talked about chai, and we had it a few times when we could find it. I don't know if you can get that off Signonia, though.

[quicksilverwings]

[He hums, thoughtful, then nods as he looks in the pantry.

Where was that blend with cinnamon anyway...]

I'll see what I can do.

[takesitall]

You don't have to. You're already doing too much for me.

[quicksilverwings]

... Too much?

[Shit, did he overstep or something...]

[takesitall]

I'm not really worth this much effort, you know. I'm just an Avgin slave.

[quicksilverwings]

[... Oh.]

You're not a slave anymore. We just haven't made it official yet.

[As he gets the water for that tea started...]

All I'm doing is showing basic decency.

[takesitall]

You're letting me stay here and making me tea. You gave me clothes. That's more than basic.

[quicksilverwings]

Okay, well, it's still just being a decent person. Which is something the bastard clearly wouldn't have known if it put him in a headlock.

[takesitall]

If it didn't make him money or give him status, he didn't care.

[So. Yeah.]

[quicksilverwings]

[Gesturing as if to say "and there you go!"]

My point stands.

[takesitall]

If you say so.

[He just curls up on himself.]

How long can I stay here?

[quicksilverwings]

However long you need to, though probably at least a few months minimum. We need to make sure you can evade the IPC, get your new identity established, make sure you'll be set afterwards...

[takesitall]

[Softly:]

Why? Wait, did you read his files on me?

[Do they know about his "luck"?]

[quicksilverwings]

... No?

[takesitall]

Did your hacker friend?

[quicksilverwings]

... I'd have to ask. I feel like he would have mentioned he did if he had, though.

[takesitall]

So none of you know? About my "blessing"?

[quicksilverwings]

What "blessing"?

[Okay, water has had more than enough time-]

[takesitall]

Gaithra Triclops blessed me with impossibly good luck.

[quicksilverwings]

Huh.

[Significant, for sure, though he's not sure what to say to that. So, mostly, he's left blinking owlishly while the tea is steeping.]

[takesitall]

If you doubt me, get me a coin.

[quicksilverwings]

I mean, I'm not doubting you, necessarily, I'm just not sure what to say to that.

[He'll go ahead and dig out a coin from his pocket anyway though.]

[takesitall]

[He'll take the coin and start flipping it. It lands on heads every time.]

I'm just amazed that you didn't save me because of it.