Mik looked at the message Ivan sent him. Not bad, really. Not bad at all. Ori was certainly an angle he would use. He had a reputation, after all. And it wasn't like he was gonna say anything that wasn't true.
Can't damage the brand, right? He didn't owe Ryker jack shit. He was just out for some fun. The Lady was out and about in spades tonight. This was a powder keg. He was curious to see what a small spark did.
Junichi saw him coming and his face hardened. Mik laughed, holding out his hands, "Oh come on, Junichi. Don't be like that. You know I was gonna call you." He gave the smile that usually smoothed things over. It was 50/50 it would work here. The Yukuza had their fucking honor and all that bullshit.
"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I've been busy, that's all." He suddenly looked all serious, glancing around as if worried someone might overhear more than just two guys having a lover's beef. "Ok. Look. I got something for you. And by you I don't just mean you. I mean your boss. The Oyobun."
That got his fucking attention. He suppressed a smile. Honor was such a fucking weakness. Good thing he had none. The Lady with Ori's face laughed in his head. Hey, doll. I'm just following your lead.
He pulled him aside. "So I got a guy in the Syndicate who tells me shit." His words were purposely phrased and pitched to spark a bit of jealousy. What kind of guy? When do they talk?
Emotions kept people from thinking clearly, right?
So, anyway, "The Syndicate are looking to make a deal for some merch. No idea what. But it's serious shit, from the people involved." All true enough.
But now was the spin. Not a lie. Never when giving out info. The brand, ya know? "But here's the thing. Maybe you have one of your guys pass by the Spider's lair and see who sitting in her nest? You have ears on the ground. See who it is. Someone with silk threads to those in power." Ok. Maybe he exaggerated a little. Ori had her threads. And there were rumors she had met the Ascendancy- though he'd never believe that she had any sway over him. So what he said was true enough- for the two-bit information broker he pretended to be.
He raised an eyebrow, half grin on his full lips. "You get what I'm saying? The Spider is playing her own game. Which, duh. But will your boss end up being another fly in her web or will he been an equal?"
Oh yeah! That pissed him off. He could tell. If Junichi had a shred less self control,- and if Mik wasn't a fucking moron- his guts would have been spilled out on the ground.
But emotions roiling and suppressed? Hahaha!! Already he could imagine the story growing in Junichi's mind. And each retelling would make it swell larger and more dangerous
The Lady smiled at him and he couldnt help it. He felt warmth.
Fuck, but he loved playing the game!
Can't damage the brand, right? He didn't owe Ryker jack shit. He was just out for some fun. The Lady was out and about in spades tonight. This was a powder keg. He was curious to see what a small spark did.
Junichi saw him coming and his face hardened. Mik laughed, holding out his hands, "Oh come on, Junichi. Don't be like that. You know I was gonna call you." He gave the smile that usually smoothed things over. It was 50/50 it would work here. The Yukuza had their fucking honor and all that bullshit.
"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I've been busy, that's all." He suddenly looked all serious, glancing around as if worried someone might overhear more than just two guys having a lover's beef. "Ok. Look. I got something for you. And by you I don't just mean you. I mean your boss. The Oyobun."
That got his fucking attention. He suppressed a smile. Honor was such a fucking weakness. Good thing he had none. The Lady with Ori's face laughed in his head. Hey, doll. I'm just following your lead.
He pulled him aside. "So I got a guy in the Syndicate who tells me shit." His words were purposely phrased and pitched to spark a bit of jealousy. What kind of guy? When do they talk?
Emotions kept people from thinking clearly, right?
So, anyway, "The Syndicate are looking to make a deal for some merch. No idea what. But it's serious shit, from the people involved." All true enough.
But now was the spin. Not a lie. Never when giving out info. The brand, ya know? "But here's the thing. Maybe you have one of your guys pass by the Spider's lair and see who sitting in her nest? You have ears on the ground. See who it is. Someone with silk threads to those in power." Ok. Maybe he exaggerated a little. Ori had her threads. And there were rumors she had met the Ascendancy- though he'd never believe that she had any sway over him. So what he said was true enough- for the two-bit information broker he pretended to be.
He raised an eyebrow, half grin on his full lips. "You get what I'm saying? The Spider is playing her own game. Which, duh. But will your boss end up being another fly in her web or will he been an equal?"
Oh yeah! That pissed him off. He could tell. If Junichi had a shred less self control,- and if Mik wasn't a fucking moron- his guts would have been spilled out on the ground.
But emotions roiling and suppressed? Hahaha!! Already he could imagine the story growing in Junichi's mind. And each retelling would make it swell larger and more dangerous
The Lady smiled at him and he couldnt help it. He felt warmth.
Fuck, but he loved playing the game!
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods