Driftfleet Inbox

[bryces_pup]

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IC Catch-all Inbox for Riona at driftfleet. Be sure to mention the method in your subject line. A time frame/reference would be swell, too.

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nuh-uh!!!11!

[bryces_pup]

[No worries, Fiona. She had a feeling this was what she was getting at earlier.]

I don't recall there being any rules about family betting on you, no.

[It's illegal underground stuff. They're not exactly known for their rigid guidelines.]

[goodjob]

And if I split the profits with you, who gives a fuck.

[And here we are.]

It won't look like I got inside knowledge. It'll look like I'm your dumb sister with more cash than brains.

[bryces_pup]

I doubt they will, so long as we're not making runaway profits off the whole thing. [Which will mean spacing out fights, which is what Riona's been doing anyway. Mostly for her body's sake.]

...though that is going to mean marginally acting like we get along and maybe even liking each other. Are you willing to do that?

[goodjob]

Oh, c'mon. I can do this in my sleep. Haven't you read my file?

[That was a slip of the tongue. A moment too late, she remembers that they don't have files here.]

Whatever. Yeah, I can do it. I'll play dumb to up your odds, won't split the money 'til we get back. What ship're you on?

[bryces_pup]

Er...

[You know what? This is Fiona; she's not gonna ask.]

Sounds like a plan. I'm on the Blue Fish. Which, as forewarning, the ship has recently had a lot of locks installed. You'll need to let me know when you're coming aboard so I can let you in.

[goodjob]

Eh, it might be better for us to meet at a bar beforehand. Get our stories straight. What d'you usually do before a fight?

[bryces_pup]

I make sure to eat a few hours before the fight. Then I'll do stretches and warm up. Maybe knock back a drink or two if I'm feeling jumpy.

[goodjob]

Huh. What kinda food?

[bryces_pup]

Usually some meat and vegetables. The trick is not to eat anything very heavy. It'll slow your movements... not to mention what may happen if you get struck in the stomach. [Projectile vomit isn't fun for anyone involved.]

[goodjob]

Makes sense. I'll make some food before your next fight. You need anything else? Training or... gear, I dunno. Least I can do if I'm gonna make a buck off your ass.

[Weird to say about your clone tbh.]

Or your fists. Whatever.

[bryces_pup]

[The offer is unexpected and... touching. Wisely she decides not to point that out. No point in ruining a good thing.]

Are you sure? I don't expect you to have to do anything in return. We're both profiting off this, after all.

[goodjob]

Yeah, but I'm profiting off you without putting any work in to earn my keep. [Her tone is decisive, if a little cold.]

[bryces_pup]

All right, if you insist. I don't need equipment or anything, but I won't pass up a meal. Thank you, Fiona.