Post by Rensou Hiruen on Dec 4, 2011 23:33:50 GMT -5
The Saiyan bar was filled with evils, from the liquors the patrons partook in and the way the impoverished girls peddled their wares, it was certainly a place for deals of a sinful nature to be made. One Rensou Hiruen sat upon a stool, sipping sake in moderation as the man across the table laid out his plans to the Champion of Saru city.
"It's a pity, Hiruen, that you have retired," the businessman lamented, his smirk lifting to a grin as he pulled heavily upon his cigar and blew his smoke into the fans above, to spread it for all lungs to taste. Rensou shot the man a disapproving glance, he was a Saiyan warrior, and would rather not the grey haze taint his powerful lungs.
"We could have went into business, you and I, you see?" he tempted, trying to recruit Rensou Hiruen into his famed stable of Gladiators. . .this man was the former owner of Suuj and had taken on Kazuhiro Muhita, whom had also fallen at the hands of the warrior this corrupted one was trying to acquire. Rensou shook his head from side to side and tasted more sake, reminding himself to enjoy rather than rely on the drink. Everything was best in moderation, except for battle. . .that was a Saiyan necessity, like the skies to a bird.
The businessman repeated his opinion, "A pity," and then he presented the deal that had drawn Rensou to dealings with this man in the beginning. "So, you'll work at my facilities, training my fighters, recieving a portion of he winnings from bets," he finished, grinning across at Rensou.
"Twenty percent of the winnings, Hunni, and weekly pay for my services." Rensou demanded, his face suddenly serious as Hunni's bodyguard glared down at him, their armor top of the line as well as the scouters that adorned their eyes. Hunni frowned, his eyes angered at the idea of paying such a sum! A plume of smoke was blown into Rensou's face and the offended Saiyan rose and pointed an outstretched palm towards the face of the man whom had dared such an offensive gesture.
The henchman rose to action, leveling their own hands at Rensou as all three cannons began to radiate as ki energy glowed throughout the bar that had become entirely silent, all eyes on the confrontation within their humble walls. The tender dared not speak, he knew of Hunni and the last Hiruen both, and whereas Rensou was a dangerous man, Hunni commanded many dangerous men. The tender remained silent, but he began to fear for his livelihood.
Hunni knew the danger before him, and sweat began to dribble from his balding head as he stared death in the face, sure, the man had been threatened, but he had seen this Rensou in the arena!
"Twenty percent, and weekly pay." Rensou whispered, his voice commanding through anger as he bored into the soul of this coward before him, and all Hunni could do was bow his head as he affirmed the deal. "Twenty percent and weekly pay." Rensou removed his finger from the trigger as his energy swirled back into his being and turned, heading towards the door.
". . .and you start today!" Hunni yelled after him, his courage returned without death inches from his face. A chuckle returned to his ears when Rensou stopped and turned his head.
"I'll be paid today, then. . ." he laughed, menacingly as his energy flared up around his body and the bodyguards stepped infront of their employer, and a moment after a bag of zeni flew over their heads. Hunni knew best not to trifle with the man a second time. Rensou swiped his prize from the air and shot the henchmen a smirk before the doors of the bar closed behind him.
Money is money.
[Zeni, please!]
"It's a pity, Hiruen, that you have retired," the businessman lamented, his smirk lifting to a grin as he pulled heavily upon his cigar and blew his smoke into the fans above, to spread it for all lungs to taste. Rensou shot the man a disapproving glance, he was a Saiyan warrior, and would rather not the grey haze taint his powerful lungs.
"We could have went into business, you and I, you see?" he tempted, trying to recruit Rensou Hiruen into his famed stable of Gladiators. . .this man was the former owner of Suuj and had taken on Kazuhiro Muhita, whom had also fallen at the hands of the warrior this corrupted one was trying to acquire. Rensou shook his head from side to side and tasted more sake, reminding himself to enjoy rather than rely on the drink. Everything was best in moderation, except for battle. . .that was a Saiyan necessity, like the skies to a bird.
The businessman repeated his opinion, "A pity," and then he presented the deal that had drawn Rensou to dealings with this man in the beginning. "So, you'll work at my facilities, training my fighters, recieving a portion of he winnings from bets," he finished, grinning across at Rensou.
"Twenty percent of the winnings, Hunni, and weekly pay for my services." Rensou demanded, his face suddenly serious as Hunni's bodyguard glared down at him, their armor top of the line as well as the scouters that adorned their eyes. Hunni frowned, his eyes angered at the idea of paying such a sum! A plume of smoke was blown into Rensou's face and the offended Saiyan rose and pointed an outstretched palm towards the face of the man whom had dared such an offensive gesture.
The henchman rose to action, leveling their own hands at Rensou as all three cannons began to radiate as ki energy glowed throughout the bar that had become entirely silent, all eyes on the confrontation within their humble walls. The tender dared not speak, he knew of Hunni and the last Hiruen both, and whereas Rensou was a dangerous man, Hunni commanded many dangerous men. The tender remained silent, but he began to fear for his livelihood.
Hunni knew the danger before him, and sweat began to dribble from his balding head as he stared death in the face, sure, the man had been threatened, but he had seen this Rensou in the arena!
"Twenty percent, and weekly pay." Rensou whispered, his voice commanding through anger as he bored into the soul of this coward before him, and all Hunni could do was bow his head as he affirmed the deal. "Twenty percent and weekly pay." Rensou removed his finger from the trigger as his energy swirled back into his being and turned, heading towards the door.
". . .and you start today!" Hunni yelled after him, his courage returned without death inches from his face. A chuckle returned to his ears when Rensou stopped and turned his head.
"I'll be paid today, then. . ." he laughed, menacingly as his energy flared up around his body and the bodyguards stepped infront of their employer, and a moment after a bag of zeni flew over their heads. Hunni knew best not to trifle with the man a second time. Rensou swiped his prize from the air and shot the henchmen a smirk before the doors of the bar closed behind him.
Money is money.
[Zeni, please!]
