PALM READER ID #: M104688358 "Gamagori Ira speaking, fourth year at Honnouji Academy. Please leave a message and I will get back to you when I am able."
[The feed filters in dark at first, the lens adjusting to the dim light of an affluent office and focuses upon its hardhearted, but professional executive.]
3rd ranked, Gamagōri Ira. I am Mishima Kazuya. I've heard of your accomplishment in the Pageant, but my interest is not in such superficial things, your prowess is what intrigues me. For that I am looking for someone who could fulfill a role for me during the upcoming festival.
I'm in need of a bodyguard.
That is unless that musculature of yours simply is for mere display.
[Gamagori is in his usual Goku Regalia. All white, silver, and black. He seems to have taken this call while outside as well, opting for a short break during some volunteer service on the streets of Ceres while the festival nears it's beginning. He's in a fine mood but the video gets nothing but a serious expression from him, his eyes slimming at that title, 3rd Ranked, and at the dimly lit severe looking man who's called him.]
[How did he get his number... though he supposes there were various ways. Many who watched him on that stage have already found ways to both find him and get under his damn skin. How annoying.]
Mr. Mishima, it's a pleasure. I'll ignore the obvious question and instead inquire about this job instead. [The obvious question being how the fuck you get his digits, yo. No, instead he'll consider it. A job? Well, he's yet to take on his new interests yet. He has a job but is still... inbetween them. But the offer is a little suspicious coming from an Elite, so he'll continue.]
A bodyguard for the Festival alone? Do you have enemies then, Mr. Mishima? Or are you just a paranoid man? I assure you, in either case, my musculature will prove far more than sufficient, though is nothing but shrink in the shadow of my resolve.
[The social media of this planet was practically in a storm over the winners. His information had leaked only brief, but he was enough of a trash-collector to fish out the details from the pile of twittering gossip.
Not that he cared much for such tripe, but he had found himself pausing the feed when Mr. Gamagori came to the stage. His stature was a rare one in this overly flamboyant world, one that struct an intrigued cord with him.
His hands fold, noting the man's irritation with being solicited so abruptly. Nothing that thorough compensation couldn't smooth over.]
I'm a transplant much like yourself, Mr. Gamagori. In my home-world I did not make it a habit to make public appearances due to the high threat of assassination attempts and pitiful glory-seekers.
Their numbers were endless and due to the mandatory nature of this festival my hands are tied to leave myself exposed. It is not unreasonable to take stock that who would dare to assail me are here and will take advantage of this opportunity.
I expect you not to merely be my shadow, but to simply come when I call. You will be paid for the duration of the festivities, 2.5 bytes an hour.
[That's 408 hours for 17 days, equaling up to 1000 bytes or more easily said, 1 silver byte. This man doesn't screw around when it comes to his welfare.]
[Which really can be taken how ever this man wants. But his time was worth more, not just because he had to be wiser about money here, but because he had other people to look over. He wasn't only being paid for his time after all, he would be paid for taking away this time from other endeavors Gamagori saw as personally important to him.]
[So he wasn't just lowdown brute after all, Kazuya could appreciate that. It was often he hired useful idiots simply for their lack of awareness and general disinterest in snooping in his business, but it never hurt to hire muscle with a brain.]
Then I shall ask for your full presence on the date of a certain informal tournament of bloodsports I'll be attending. I'll have use for a, heh.. waterboy.
[Something tells him this was a bad choice. Perhaps he should've asked for more... Well, it's temporary and will be short lived, so no issue. Gamagori nods.]
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3rd ranked, Gamagōri Ira. I am Mishima Kazuya. I've heard of your accomplishment in the Pageant, but my interest is not in such superficial things, your prowess is what intrigues me. For that I am looking for someone who could fulfill a role for me during the upcoming festival.
I'm in need of a bodyguard.
That is unless that musculature of yours simply is for mere display.
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[How did he get his number... though he supposes there were various ways. Many who watched him on that stage have already found ways to both find him and get under his damn skin. How annoying.]
Mr. Mishima, it's a pleasure. I'll ignore the obvious question and instead inquire about this job instead. [The obvious question being how the fuck you get his digits, yo. No, instead he'll consider it. A job? Well, he's yet to take on his new interests yet. He has a job but is still... inbetween them. But the offer is a little suspicious coming from an Elite, so he'll continue.]
A bodyguard for the Festival alone? Do you have enemies then, Mr. Mishima? Or are you just a paranoid man? I assure you, in either case, my musculature will prove far more than sufficient, though is nothing but shrink in the shadow of my resolve.
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Not that he cared much for such tripe, but he had found himself pausing the feed when Mr. Gamagori came to the stage. His stature was a rare one in this overly flamboyant world, one that struct an intrigued cord with him.
His hands fold, noting the man's irritation with being solicited so abruptly. Nothing that thorough compensation couldn't smooth over.]
I'm a transplant much like yourself, Mr. Gamagori. In my home-world I did not make it a habit to make public appearances due to the high threat of assassination attempts and pitiful glory-seekers.
Their numbers were endless and due to the mandatory nature of this festival my hands are tied to leave myself exposed. It is not unreasonable to take stock that who would dare to assail me are here and will take advantage of this opportunity.
I expect you not to merely be my shadow, but to simply come when I call. You will be paid for the duration of the festivities, 2.5 bytes an hour.
[That's 408 hours for 17 days, equaling up to 1000 bytes or more easily said, 1 silver byte. This man doesn't screw around when it comes to his welfare.]
Does that suffice?
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Double it, and I'll agree.
[Which really can be taken how ever this man wants. But his time was worth more, not just because he had to be wiser about money here, but because he had other people to look over. He wasn't only being paid for his time after all, he would be paid for taking away this time from other endeavors Gamagori saw as personally important to him.]
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Clever man, never settle for less.
[So he wasn't just lowdown brute after all, Kazuya could appreciate that. It was often he hired useful idiots simply for their lack of awareness and general disinterest in snooping in his business, but it never hurt to hire muscle with a brain.]
Then I shall ask for your full presence on the date of a certain informal tournament of bloodsports I'll be attending. I'll have use for a, heh.. waterboy.
Have we a deal?
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[If you call him waterboy, so help him...]
Yes.
Understood, sir.
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[Not that you'll be needing a name so far as he's concerned from here on out. Waterboy, slaveboy. They both have nice rings to them.]
Meet with me on the first day of the festivities outside the teleport depot at Tanagura's main gate.
There I shall personally assess you.
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Understood.