[Church Blackburn]

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A white-haired young man sat alone at the bar in the Hibernacula, spinning a shot-glass on the counter idly as he gazed about the crowd. He was sitting sideways on the bar-stool and leaning one elbow on the bar as he surveyed the people around him. Not only were his cheeks flush from the consumption of booze, but if one looked closer they would see his pupils so dilated that his eyes looked almost black in dimly lit room. He wore a tight white T-shirt that hid nothing and stylish distressed back jeans that hung low on his hips, paired with a thin black cord around his neck and black fingerless gloves. Had he had wings, perhaps people might have thought he was cosplaying a slutty fallen angel.

Despite the fact that he was obviously indulging himself, he was here for a reason beyond overhearing juicy gossip. As it stood, he had insufficient means to protect himself should the need arise. It was an issue in the past, but he had heard great things about the engineers in this city and hoped to remedy the situation. Although thinking up a concept for what he wanted had been easy, he lacked the necessary skills and tools to actually build it. Thus, he had put out some feelers for a good gear manufacturer. The most promising lead had led him here to a hidden nightclub. Now he ordered another shot and smirked as he scanned the crowd, awaiting the woman with an eye-patch and long purple hair. With such an Interesting description, he couldn't wait to meet her.
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Bakiri Retsu

[Bakiri Retsu]

Burn it all down

As far as first meetings between villains went the Hibernacula was a pretty safe bet to ensure nothing went wrong. Well, violently anyway. The club didn't exactly stop clients from scamming each other. That just came with the territory. Retsu didn't need anyone to do that for her though. Her reputation preceded her. Sure, she'd been scammed before but it wasn't like anyone that wanted to try could ask them how they did it. Not unless their quirk involved Necromancy.

"Yo," Retsu greeted the person she was there to meet as she sat down sideways on the bar stool next to him, one arm leaning on the counter as she got settled. Gesturing a waiter over she ordered a sazerac and gestured for Church's next drink to be put on her tab as well.

"So. Ah heard ya were lookin' ta make a trade?" 

She leisurely looked around the place as she talked, not bothering to look him in the face just yet. He'd yet to prove any of this wasn't just a waste of time. That wasn't to say she wasn't taking him seriously however. Despite the safety provided by the club her other hand was resting on her thigh in a way that wouldn't arouse suspicion but put it very, very close to the concealed hilt of Temper. She wouldn't strike first, not in Elias's den, but she'd strike last if Church did. Of that she'd make sure.

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Church flicked his gaze over the woman as she approached before flashing a smile in greeting. She looked about as spicy as he had imagined from the description, and for a moment his gaze dropped to her hips as if half-expecting to see twin pistols strapped there.
"Correct." Church leaned back on the bar counter seemingly without a care in the world as he took up her offer and ordered another drink. Although it came off as natural it this point, he kept his defenses down and his body relaxed, unworried about leaving himself exposed in order to seem as nonthreatening as possible.

"I'm looking for someone that could make me a certain gauntlet, and I was told great things about you." Church explained, keeping it fairly vague as he sipped his drink. "I have the concept design, but I lack the skills for the rest, obviously. We all have our specialties." He added with a giggle and dismissive wave of his hand. "I could pay in cash, or other ways... depends on what you fancy~"

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Bakiri Retsu ,

[Bakiri Retsu]

Burn it all down

The less he seemed to care the more it put Retsu on edge. The mix of casual confidence and the admission that he knew a fair amount about her put her on guard. Was it confidence in his own skills or the Hibernacula's security? Had they been elsewhere and had he not been a client she might have been tempted to find out. 

"A gauntlet? Naht somethin' ah've gotten commissioned fer before. Ah'm assumin' ya ain't lookin' fer a regular one then?" The closest she'd gotten to working on a gauntlet before was attempting to miniaturize pistons on a prototype exoskeleton and affixing it to the required plates. Even so she didn't doubt for a second that she could make whatever it was that he was looking for. Retsu could count on one hand the amount of people she considered her equal much less her better when it came to her craft .  

"That we do," Retsu agreed with a slight squint. Something about his posture made her feel like he'd just subtly insulted her in a  way she couldn't quite figure out.  Just what was he implying? Speaking of, his next words carried some implications too.

"Well, y've got me at a loss," Retsu lied. "Ya seem ta know so much 'bout me but ah 'ardly know anythin' 'bout you." She lied again. While she didn't quite have any form of in depth knowledge she'd be a fool to show up to a meeting without having put out some feelers in advance. They'd given her frustratingly little info but she'd been able to piece together a picture nevertheless. How accurate it was, well, that remained to be seen. "What else 're ya offerin'?"

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Church sipped his drink and unsuccessfully tried to hide a smirk at the woman's expression. Occasionally he ran into people like this one, the sharper ones that didn't fall for base-line tricks. Not that he bothered changing his body language, frankly he was more relaxed this way and it freed up his mind to think past the booze.
"No, it's a bit irregular..." Church gently lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in the air as he spoke, ".. I need it to be able to shoot the user's blood from each finger. Doesn't have to be too far, and comfort doesn't really matter as much as being discreate." He finished, casually taking another sip of his drink and watching her face to gauge her reaction. Would it be disgust? Challenge? Who knew? That was the best part of dealing with humans.

"I'm a jack of all trades," He answered, lowering his voice slightly as he continued. "Stopping a heart, sniffing out intel, locating the lost... honestly the list of what I wouldn't do is shorter." He shot back the rest of his drink and absently balanced the glass on his knuckle with an amused grin as he returned his gaze to her. "There's got to be something you need."

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