"Well, last time I sent her to prison, she promised to, and I quote: 'Turn my asshole inside out'. So...maybe?" Esmerelda smirks, before frowning. "She can't fly, no, but she can form ice from her hands to use as projectiles - she's shot people out of the sky before. It depends - do you think you can move fast enough while carrying me? I can't fly anymore." She explains.
"Oh, definitely!" He nods. "I know a bunch of people on the fan forums who'd love to meet you."
“Well, that's one promise she won't be able to keep today – not if I can help it. As for your other question...” Azura paused as she looked at the two unconscious bikers. “Flying while carrying you won't be a problem, but my speed is limited, so I'd rather not take the chance. How about we just go up to the next floor and let the bikers try to explain what happened?” She suggested as she moved to pen the door. Hoping that they would be able to make it up before the bikers could see them.
"It appears, madame..." Lawrence tells her, as he returns from his phone call with the firm, "...That the police have obtained the secondary copy of the will, and are holding it as evidence."
"Worth a shot, I suppose." Esmerelda nods, as Sapphira whispers "Whatever we decide, let's do it now! They're inside!"
“That will definitely help expand. The larger the following the easier it will be to pull more resources. The following is available to anyone, but give special interest to young adults with important parents….or sad old adults who are sort of important business wise themselves. Your job will be to spread influence that way and I’ll deal with the harder elements….tomorrow.” She yawned.
"No - this is a backup copy that was stored in the firm's safe. Apparently the police arrived and seized it - citing that due to being a copy of what the thieves collected, it was valuable to their investigation. They had a warrant signed by Circuit Judge Milani, and didn't give a date for when they'd return it." Lawrence smiles. "There's a few things that require your attention with the company - a hostile takeover attempt not least among them, but before we abandon hope on the will issue, there was one more thing."
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"Yes, ma'am!" The boy seems totally unphased by the fact his idol can't remember is name, as he races to his room to get to work on his computer. After an eventful evening, Malady passes out with speed, bathed in the satisfaction of her victory over Ryota, even if it's not a permanent one. She awakens to the smell of coffee on the bedside table the next morning.
"I don't have a permanent domicile. I mostly just crash with whoever I'm shacked up with at the time, so I say we go to your place." Sapphira admits. "Heh, can't fault her logic." Esmerelda chuckles. "I agree - we can't go to my place. It's either your home, or we grab a hotel - the latter might be worth it in case they were ultra-careful and left a sentinel to watch the building - though I don't know if Ice and a bunch of bikers would be."(Perfect time for a crit!
Azura waited a few more minutes, in case not all of the bikers had left, or in case Ice had not left yet (and totally not because she was enjoying being sandwiched between Sapphira and Esmerelda – definitely not). Once she felt certain they were safe she signaled for her companions to get out of the broom closet. “That went better than I expected, honestly. Time to get out of here... but where should we go? They will probably be watching Esmerelda's place, in case she goes home. We can go to my pl;ace, or to Sapphira's. Any opinions?”
She wasn’t exactly in a hurry to get up, but slowly went through the entire morning routine, then took her seat, helping herself to some coffee. Today would like involve an annoying amount of work, but she was getting close to being properly established in the city. She hasn’t really thought of where she wanted to go from there, but knew she’d need manpower and influence to make anything happen anyway. She waited for that fat geek, still needing to know more about these apparent delinquents. Would that really make them good servant material? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she’d still need proper criminals to get things done eventually when she did want to go on to bigger and better things.
“I doubt they would leave someone to watch the place, but no need to take chances. Give me a minute...” After taking a quick look around to make sure they were alone Azura focused and slowly covered each of them in an illusion. When she was done all three looked like plain women: brown hair, brown eyes, plain clothes... nothing to make them stand out in a crowd. As a bonus Esmerelda's lack of proper clothing was now hidden. “There, now let's get out of here. We have 5 to 10 minutes, 15 at best, before the illusions vanish. Let's go!” She led her two companions down the stairs and toward where they had left her car.
"Let's hope he's not that big." Lawrence frowns at the idea, before answering her question. "The lawyer who informed me definitely knows - beyond that, I have no idea. It could be just him, but word could also have gotten around the firm's office - someone writing a message to only be read in the event of their violent death is the sort of thing drama-mongers love to talk about. It's also possible a policeman got access to the deceased lawyer's computer."
"Well..." The fat boy says after returning to her, some food in tow. "They're former football jocks - all their muscles are big, except for the one up here, you know?" He points to his head. "They hang out by the alleys not far from here - mugging people. They, uh, make me pay them every time I cross their street... I heard that they're trying to get the attention of one of the Big Four - get hired as mob enforcers."
Luckily, there's no one to hinder their trip outside - the three women make it to the car without incident.
“Well, they aren’t going to be brought on for thinking.” They already had committed at least some petty crimes and were trying to make a reputation for themselves. Not exactly the 1,001 and elite samurai she had around before but…..one step at a time.