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Maya Jacobs is Felicia Hardy (crossyourpath) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-06-06 12:52:00

Entry tags:

felicia hardy/black cat, kenzi

Who: Felicia Hardy and Kenzi
What: ENTIRELY LEGAL DISCUSSIONS OF LEGALITY
Where: Felicia's fancy fancy penthouse
When: June 6th
Rating: Low, possible language cause yeah them.
Status: In Progress

Felicia had a fangirl. A kickass thief fangirl from a world with Fae. And said fangirl had mentioned a heist. It sounded like a hell of a lot of fun not to mention it was to get something for Bobby. And she was pretty sure there was no one out there at all who didn't think he was kickass incarnate. So honestly she'd jumped at the chance much as Tony had sort of grumbled and most likely decided not to think about it. It was probably better than going to galleries and museams with her.

So she'd arranged a bit of a planning session with Kenzi. Dressed normally however, she'd decided to leave the Black Cat where she was for now. Besides which, for Bobby or not they had an irritating number of law enforcement and freaking feds in the city and she wasn't planning to push her luck. At some point Jules or Booth would give up on looking the other way and try to arrest her for the cat burgling.

Really though, good luck to them prosecuting Felicia Hardy.

She'd decided on her place, Tony had done awesome things with her security and she was pretty sure he'd never actually turn her in, Avenger or not. Pretty sure.

Mostly.

Nah he'd miss her too much.

Coffee. Coffee was a heist planning requirement. The caffitierre was making happy burble noises and Felicia leaned back on the sofa waiting for Kenzi to get there. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-06-11 12:57 am UTC (link)

Felicia was dressed normally. Kenzi was...well. She was dressed normally for her. Decked out in a very Kenzi-esque outfit, the twenty-two year old eagerly made her way out to the penthouse that Felicia Hardy had invited her to. Normally, Kenzi would try to play this sort of thing cool. Business was business. They'd work out a plan, figure out the right time to hit up whatever poor idiot they were conning, and then they'd come up with a fair cut for both sides. Done deal. But this? It wasn't just business. It was business with a comic book legend who, quite appropriately, was also famous for her reputation as being a burglar. A cat burglar, if you will. It wasn't every day that Kenzi got to run a con with the Black Cat, so the process of containing her excitement was veering dangerously into the impossible territory.

It didn't take a lot of looking for Kenzi to find Felicia's place and, when she did, the excitement that had been specially reserved for Miss Hardy was quickly taken over with awe at the sight of her extremely expensive, extremely upper class penthouse. As Kenzi stood outside, taking in the sight of Felicia's home, she couldn't help but wonder :what the hell do I gotta steal to score digs like this? Not that she minded her own living quarters. Sure, it was all simple and plain and boring compared to Casa de Hardy, but the room and board were free and it was a solid roof over her head. Considering her street background, that was a lot more than she once had. No complaints from the Kenz. Really! But that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate an impressive home when she saw one.

After the initial amazement ran it's course, Kenzi swept her way over to the entrance. There was a buzzer at the door, so she tapped a finger to it. Once the button was pressed, Kenzi bounced back a step and looked to the door. She kind of felt like one of those kids who had been selected to visit Willy Wonka at his chocolate factory. Do not touch the candy or irritate the Oompa Loompas, Kenzi thought to herself, reaching up to sweep a strand of green streaked hair from the side of her face.

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crossyourpath
2013-06-13 09:05 am UTC (link)

Felicia was exceptionally proud of her apartment. And her neverending money. Lawrence had been good to her, she couldn't deny it. She didn't need to steal or anything but really, since when had that been the point. She'd never needed to steal. But it really was in her blood, even before anyone had decided to mess with her genetics. And it seemed to her it was in Kenzi's as well. She really did like the younger girl. She'd go far here and Felicia approved very much of having a partner in crime.

She opened the door and beckoned the girl inside. "Nice outfit." she said by way of greeting. "Coffee, wine, ridiciulous overpriced champagne to toast joint ventures?" she offered.

She was curious as to what the deal was with this heist. Bobby had asked Kenzi, which okay, niggled a bit at her not being asked first but the kid seemed to have made friends with the grumpiest man in the world so she wouldn't take that from her. Nah, she'd do the job for Bobby and then they could work out what the cut was gonna be between them. She didn't generally believe in 50/50 but she might be willing to bend on that, just this once.

"We'll have a drink and you can tell me just what it is Bobby's talked us into, sound like a plan?"

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-06-13 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Not only did Felicia compliment her magnifique attire, but she was already dishing out the tasty goods? The cat lady just earned herself two more points in the category of awesomeness. "Mmm. Coffee." Normally Kenzi would have aimed for the champagne (especially after Felicia had gone off and declared that it was overpriced, which meant that there was a very good chance that it was the fanciest of the fancy), but the scent of coffee brewing had already kicked a solid caffeine craving in. "I am not gonna say no to coffee."

The inside of Felicia's penthouse was just as extravagant as the exterior was. Kenzi followed her in, examining her surroundings on the way. If this place had belonged to anyone else, Kenzi would already be plotting away at figuring up how much she could slip out the door with her before she left. But, out of respect for a fellow thief, Kenzi had already decided to keep her sticky fingers in her own pockets during her visit. It was her way of showing Felicia respect.

Even if a lot of the stuff in this particular penthouse looked like they'd be worth more than a handful of shiny, shiny money.

"Aye, aye, Captain," Kenzi replied, yanking her attention back over to the blondie. "So how long do I gotta crash course my way through the apocalypse to earn myself a place like this one? Cause I gotta say..." Kenzi turned in a circle and whistled. "Very nice."

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crossyourpath
2013-06-16 08:27 pm UTC (link)

"I have some remarkably rare coffee I import in if you want to try some. It's from Indonesia?" she suggested feeling like maybe she should further expand on the coffee and its...process. But Kenzi was worldly and stuff, she'd have heard of it. And dammit if it wasn't the best coffee out there. And she had it already brewing. Who would turn that down in favor of instant? She busied herself in the kitchen as Kenzi looked around the place seemingly impressed at what she'd accumulated.

"Honestly, this doesn't take much. A few heists of the right things, black market them and you're golden. And I know the right people to deal with. But truth be told. I got this place the easy way. Christmastime Singing Bauble granted us all wishes and I wished enough money to permit me to live in the style to which I was accustomed. Its all about the wording with stuff like this. Be super specific with your words. One guy ended up with a sandwich cause he didn't believe in it. Apparently the most awesome sandwich ever but yeah. Sandwich."

Until the next bauble sprung up though, Felicia was more than happy to help her fellow thief out. Set her up some pretty awesome jobs, help her with contacts and stuff. She didn't need the money per se, she did the work cause she enjoyed it. And it made Tony twitchy which would never fail to amuse her.

"So talk to me?" she said, as the coffee finished brewing. "What's Bobby want done? Once we do that we can see what's out there worth taking?"

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-06-18 12:03 am UTC (link)

Remarkably rare. Remarkably rare was good. It meant expensive, which in turn meant that it was probably some seriously good shit. Or it was just overpriced because it was made by rich people, but whatevs. Money was money and who was Kenzi to say no to someone who so clearly had more than her fair share? "I love Indonesia," Kenzi declared, hands dropping to her hips. "Hook a girl up."

Felicia had mentioned that she was into the bigger acts of thievery when they had chatted before. Kenzi wasn't surprised. She was Black Cat. The difference between her and the feline themed burglar was that Kenzi usually set her personal bar a lot lower. Wallets. Jewelry. Cars and pieces she could move quick. Stealing for survival eventually turned into a force of habit, but the fact of the matter still remained. Subtly worked for her. The best thieves, after all, were the ones who didn't have a reputation. They were the ones the world didn't even know existed at all.

Except for Felicia. Felicia got a get out of jail free card on that one because of the whole thing where she was awesome, stylish, and oh so generous with the delightfully expensive caffeine.

"Christmas...are you trying to tell me that you got all of this because you rubbed on magical Christmas balls?" That so did not sound right. Wow. "Uhhhhh, you know, as much as I like the idea of being able to wish my way into luxury, I don't think dishin' out a handjob for old Saint Nick is really my thing." Even if a place like this was temping. Or, hell, an awesome sandwich. Kenzi could get behind the worlds best sandwich.

After stopping to tinker with an object that looked like it would be worth a great deal of money, Kenzi joined Felicia in the kitchen. She propped her elbows onto the counter across from her and watched her prep up their java. "He's got a list of stuff he needs. Dunno what it's for, but dude is all in on the whole apocalyptic shindig, so the level of importance is prolly up there. He tossed a list at me and I did some research." Kenzi tapped a hand down against the counter, the other going back to reach for a piece of crumpled up paper she'd tucked away at the side of her outfit. "Check it out." She dropped the paper down onto the counter and flattened it out. A black painted nail pointed to set of names. "All notorious for carrying this kinda weird crap. Believe it or not, freaky hoo-doo shit is a big hit with these elite sellers. People can't get enough of it."

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crossyourpath
2013-06-19 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Felicia was more than happy to spread the coffee love. Was it a little mean to leave out the pooped out of a cat part? Maybe. But everyone judged it on that. No one that just tasted the stuff hated it. Besides which they cleaned it. But even so she could hear Tony in her head all judgey about her coffee. When did it become a thing where she was judged by someone like him. It just wouldn't do.

Stupid superheroes.

Rubbed on Christmas balls though. Uncool Kenzi. Uncool.

"Gah don't say it like that!" she said giggling. "Its...they're sort of like baubles, and they sing, and you say a wish to them and they do this crazy disappearing whoosh and your wish shows it. It kind of rocks. But yeah essentially, thats what lead to me having more money than even I know what to do with." She was never gonna complain about the life she got to lead just by being here. Nor would she complain about how things had gone for her, unexpected as it was. Things could be good here, even if it was in a creepy ass Stokholm kind of acceptance way and Kenzi would figure that one out herself.

She finally finished the coffee and handed the product of her labors to Kenzi and leaned in to look at the list once it was dropped on the counter. List of names. Felicia pulled out a little palm held computer and started to search for the various names. Google was a thieves best friend. "This guy Colby. He's big in stocks. Super rich, nothing dodgy about him at all. Like clean. Which means he's deeply suspicious to me. He's based out of Topeka. We'll start with him"

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ex_the_kenzi392
2013-06-19 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"Okay, what cartoon did these balls - baubles - fall out of and how do I get one?" It sounded like something that was a little too good to be true. From the perspective of a person who knew well enough that nothing in life was ever free, Kenzi was having a little bit of a hard time believing that she wouldn't have to pay a high price for whatever magical wish fell out of the happy, wish-granting, Christmas balls that Felicia had gotten so rich off of. What did whoever sent them out get out of it? Warm fuzzies for doing the displaced a solid? Nuh-uh. Nope. There was a catch. Some kind of tiny print hidden underneath all the fancy showmanship that they didn't want their wishers to see until it was too late. Had Felicia? "And for a fun follow-up question: are you currently in possession of your soul?"

Mmm. Caffinated goodness. Kenzi gratefully wrapped her fingers around the mug that Felicia passed over and breathed in the delicious smell of it all. "Yum, yum, yum," she said in an almost sing-songy sort of way. She took a small taste and, almost instantly, followed it up with an appreciative nod. "That is some good shit."

Felicia was right. The squeakier their record, the dirtier they probably were. That also meant that they were pretty good at what they did, so Colby was one they'd have to tread carefully around. She had kind of been hoping that Felicia'd pick him. If they were going to go all out, Kenzi wanted to be challenged. "So I'm thinkin' we hit 'em up with some kind of duo act," Kenzi started, "then we use everyone else to sorta get a lay of the field. Figure up everyone else while we keep Mr. Colby here nice and busy."

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crossyourpath
2013-06-21 03:44 pm UTC (link)

It was a fair reaction and not far off the one she had had originally. But nothing had exploded, she believed very much that she still had her soul and she was supermega rich. She wasn't complaining. And the wishes had meant Tony had his business, his inventions and thereby his sanity. "I don't know how to explain it and I really do still have my soul, but there it is. That's one of the weird and wonderful things about Apocacity USA."

Felicia took a long sip of her own coffee relishing the taste as ever. Cat butt or no cat butt. It was still the greatest coffee ever. "Its ridiculously rare, goes through a whole...process to make it taste better. Totally worth it though." she said by way of explaination before focusing again on Colby.

"That was my thought. Play the guy, guy like that, fast cars and hot chicks and we got him. String him along, get the others onside and there it is."

It was the perfect plan. Okay so Tony would glare about the hot chicks bit and her participating in it but hey, maybe it would spark him into actually admitting proper feelings. "You in the mood for a roadtrip Miss Kenzi" she finally asked with a hint of a devilish smile.

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