Electric Funeral

[Van Rolark]

Meanwhile in Van Rolark's office...

"Look lady! I don't karkin' know yet! You hired me yesterday, I cannot automaticly determine if your husband is seein' another woman, alright?! These investigations take time! Now, give me a week or two and I'll return with results, but givin' me a damn day to solve this will not provide results! Al-karkin'-right!?"

The private investigator did not bother to hear the woman's response, closing his palm to end the conversation, thanks to his InTouch Palm Commlink, a commlink and recording system implanted into the palm of one's hand.

With a sigh, he slowly slipped a hand into his pocket, producing a pouch of tobacco and rolling papers. Setting out the rolling papers on his desk, he poured a bit of tobacco onto the papers, quickly proceeding to lick the papers and roll a cigarette.

Striking a match, he placed the cigarette in his mouth, holding the match up to the end of the cigarette, igniting the tobacco. Drawing in a cloud of smoke, he directed his attention towards his office's front door, watching as someone entered the office...

[member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]

 

[Gaiseric Mosyne]

He was in a business of his own, but somehow affluence escaped him--not only influence, but profit in general, even a marginal one. It came to be that he employed a wide variety of methods, most of them new to him. It was this train of thought that led him to the offices of Van Rolark, past a disgruntled woman, and into a room with the man himself.

Gaiseric looked at the man hopefully and nodded his head, surveying the office with a tame gaze. "Hello," he spoke quietly. "I've heard about you, or at least, I've heard about your business." He stepped a little closer to the man's desk. "I'm a scavenger. I look for scrap." He stopped suddenly and dawned a quick smile.

"Well, that's my problem," he continued. "I've been doing a whole lot of looking and not enough finding. I'm not sure if you can help me with this sort of thing, but I figured that it couldn't hurt to ask."

[member="Van Rolark"]

 

[Van Rolark]

[member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]

He stared at the man, slowly exhaling a thick, grey cloud of cigarette smoke up towards the ceiling, watching as it was swept away by the spinning ceiling fan. "What?" He said, no emotion in his voice as he took one final drag from the cigarette, quickly extinguishing it in the black ash tray on his desk. "Sooooooo, what you're tellin' me...Is that you are lookin' for a location where you can find scrap? As you are...some sorta scavenger?" He asked, a slight grin on his face.

The mellow midnight breeze swept through the room through the open office window as the private investigator slowly rose from his seat, placing both hands over his desk, his gaze set upon the wooden floor.

"Alright...I'm not exactly sure how I can assist you in this situation. What do you want me to do for you exactly?"

 

[Gaiseric Mosyne]

He responded first with a cautious nod, following it soon after with a grunt. One could tell that he was thinking by the way his face seemed to be drawn inward, by the way his dark skin wrinkled and creased.

"You're a detective, aren't you?" He asked the question but he didn't give the man a chance to answer. "I figured since you investigate whereabouts and crimes and what not, that you could dig up the locations of some salvage worth having."

He coughed. "For a fee, of course. "

[member="Van Rolark"]

 

[Van Rolark]

"Forget it, this is Nar Shadaa." He spat, falling back into his chair, rolling yet another cigarette. Striking a match, he held the tip up to the cigarette, before quickly clearing his throat, plucking it from his mouth for a moment. "...Unless you can convince me otherwise. Investigatin' junk ain't somethin' I normally do. So, convince me otherwise...and I'll check it out." He said, irritation in his tone as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth.

Slumping down in his chair, he propped his feet up on the desk, staring at the man as he calmly puffed away on the cigarette, waiting for a response.

(Sorry for the short post.)[member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]

 

[Gaiseric Mosyne]

Gaiseric hadn't held much hope for this meeting, and none he had none at all. He frowned at first, realizing his failure, only to offer a good-natured smile a moment later, nodding his head just like he had in the beginning. He waved his hand dismissively, directing the cigarette smoke and the old topic out of the atmosphere, assuming that he had done all that he could do.

"Ah, well," he said. "I didn't think that you would, honestly. Thanks for listenin', anyways."

He turned his back to the private investigator and began to walk out, stopping at the door for only a moment. "Maybe I'll need something worth your, uh...talents, sooner or later." He departed after that, or attempted to, unless he was stopped.

[member="Van Rolark"]

 

[Van Rolark]

He chuckled, shaking his head as he extinguished the fresh cigarette once again. "Is this your attempt to get me to beg for work? Nah, no thanks. Get the hell outta here." He said, quickly turning his hand down to the robotic device installed into his palm as a voice came across the built-in commlink.

"Yup?" He asked, clearly annoyed.

[member="Gaiseric Mosyne"]