Canaan can't trust her senses (fortheliving) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-12 11:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, canaan, gin ichimaru |
Who: Canaan, Ichimaru Gin
What: Catching up, discussing their latest 'accounting jobs'.
When: Today!
Where: A coffee shop somewhere.
Ratings/Warnings: PG. This is seriously the cleanest talk two assassins have ever had.
Status: Complete!
Canaan was as aware of Gin's presence in town as he probably was of hers. She hadn't tried to contact him, though, not even on the net, because she liked to be extra careful when it came to those kinds of things. It felt like her past had somehow followed her here, especially now that Yachiru was in town.
This meeting, though, wasn't about catching up with old work acquaintances. It was about the fact that her handler had called her up with another assignment, the second her body had switched back to it's rightful place. Her newest job involved killing off the leaders of a new gang in the area and closing up shop on its drug operations. The gang had made plenty of enemies since it’d started designing new drugs, and one of them was a japanese crime syndicate she’d worked with before.
She had a hunch she wasn’t the only one working this job. Gin was probably going to be ‘closing their accounts’ soon, too. It couldn’t hurt to work together, so she'd set up a meeting at a small coffee shop.
If there was one thing Gin liked to do, it was closing accounts. While he usually worked alone, it made more sense to combine and conquer for a job like this. After all, that name Yachiru slipped to him, was one of the heads of that syndicate, and they tended to be really difficult to stop dead in their tracks if they were organized. Chop off one tentacle and another one was there being all wavey and woogly and "let me at your daughters" and all sorts of stuff that Ichimaru Gin was pretty sure Kurotsuchi Mayuri found entertaining on the pages of a hentai manga.
What? That guy was smart as hell but he was still a freak.
Gin made his way into the coffee shop, smile plastered on his face, looking around to see where Canaan was. He hadn't worked with her for a while, so it was nice to catch up on "who killed who" chit chat every now and then.
"Howdy," he said in flawless English, as he approached the table and then gestured toward a chair opposite of her. "That seat taken or can my butt park on it?"
"Your butt may park on it," Canaan replied, with a grin. She couldn't help it, Gin's mannerisms and general demeanor were catchy. Even though she knew he was probably made of steel somewhere underneath all of that.
"Can I buy you a coffee? Tea? They have nice cookies here, too."
Nah, no steel. Just carefully designed rage with a side of wanting to have fun, sometimes while making people bleed. Because, to Gin, that could be fun and rewarding too. More so when the person doing the bleeding really deserved it. Dun dun dun!
Gin's butt met the seat of that chair and he immediately slouched into it, both hands folded over his tummy, smiling from ear to ear.
"Thanks, Canaan-chan. I wouldn't mind no green tea...jus' not if it's poured on me. Cuz ouch."
"I'll make sure not to drop it on you."
Canaan smirked as she got up, almost like she was secretly plotting to do just that. Or perhaps she was remembering another time that she'd spilled tea on someone. Either way she returned with tea in a big paper hot cup and managed not to spill it on him as she set it down on the table.
Her own was filled with coffee, black. She took her seat again, then got herself comfortable, "So how's business been?"
"Domo ariiii~gato," Gin singsonged, moving his hands so they were around the cup without touching. He didn't take a sip yet, preferring to let it cool off first. "Ahh, it's been ok. Nothin' special. It's almost like they kinda sent me out on an extended vacation, with only a few accounts that needed tallied up an' filed away. How's it been for ya?"
"I thought living here in Orange County would give me a lot of accounts to work on, but it hasn't been as busy for me, either," Canaan agreed, with a nod of her head. This latest job she had was like making bank, really. It was a huge job, the kind she'd expected.
She tapped her finger against her cup a few times, then grinned, "Though I did just get wind of one gigantic account that might need someone with my kind of skills."
Thanks to Yachiru, Gin did have a big job lined up but he was usually reluctant to discuss it. Canaan was nice enough though, that they could talk shop a little bit. And, after all, she didn't spill any tea on him, only got smirky like she was thinking about it! That's bonus points in his book.
He smiled and was actually, genuinely interested in what it was, "Really? Wha's that?"
"The word is that there's a new set of businessmen in town," She replied, lowering her voice just a bit.
She kept her behaviour casual, just in case they were being observed, "They've come up with this new designer item, something that might even give your bosses some competition. They are also annoying everyone they come into contact with. That's dangerous in a town with this many accountants."
"Huh. Tha's something ta think about, innit." Gin's smile went down a notch as he thought that over, thinking it sounded similar to the person he was assigned to dispatch. He picked up a napkin, making it look like he was picking pieces of it apart. After stopping for a sip of tea, he started to talk, all while tracing a fingertip over the top of the table. He was really moving strips of paper into a rudimentary kanji for his hit's name, to see if she recognized it. And it was a lot easier than writing it down and having someone find it. A simple fan of his fingertips would cause it to scatter, without any evidence at all.
"It'd help if people would pay their bills on time an' not ignore them late notices," he said, pleasantly enough. There was a shrug of his shoulder. "But they jus' keep trying ta push their luck."
Canaan's eyes looked down towards the table, distracted by the movement of his finger, and then trying to puzzle together the kanji he was making out of paper. It did look recognizeable, though, and she grinned slowly, nodding her head in agreement with his words.
After a long sip of coffee, she added, "They'll just keep pushing their luck until they run out. Maybe they'll pay more attention to their situation if two of us show up to close their books at once."
"I like the way ya think," Gin replied, with what looked like a wink. It might be a wink. It's hard to tell with him. "Not only will accounts payable get what they're owed, but you're right. Other late payers are gonna think twice if everything's gettin' liquidated. Ahhh, I really love accountin'. It's boring when there's one of them economic slow downs, but when business picks up? It's real satisfyin'."
"Liquidating everything is one of my favorite things. I can't imagine anyone else I'd want to do that with."
Canaan grinned. Gin's enthusiasm was hard to ignore. Like so many times when she'd been around people with that kind of energy, she just soaked it in and went with it, "When do you think we should get started?"
Well he did have the laid back persona down to a science and the smile either put people at ease, or really just creeped them out. It was like he was perpetually amused at some secret joke that only he knew about.
"Ohhh lessee what my schedule's lookin' like," Gin thought outloud, letting his head droop back so he was staring up at the ceiling. His entire body seemed like it was one big overcooked noodle. "I think sooner's better'n later. But we probably wanna go watch the accounts for a little while an' see how the money's movin', before we start makin' any deductions. What'd ya think?"
"I think you're always good at following the money and watching all the new accounting trends," Canaan replied, smirking a bit more widely. She finished her coffee, then nodded her head, "We'll do it your way. I'll keep my eyes open and we can have another chat soon to see what we've both observed."
"Sounds like a plan, Canaan~chan." He downed his tea gracelessly, since it had cooled down enough to do that. He got up slowly, like it took way too much effort to move, and started to head for the door. "Thank you for the tea an' let's keep in touch through that network. We can arrange 'nother meeting that way. Bye~bye!"