02-20-2018, 08:55 PM
Ryker bowed his head. "I appreciate the offer, madam."
The accompanying smile leered momentarily before the flicker of emotion faded from sight. "I appreciate the gesture, though. In thanks, allow me."
He pulled a wallet from his pocket. It was an older model bought straight off the shelf. Nothing special. He slipped his own name and contact to the woman across from him and waited patiently for a similar exchange from her. Meanwhile, he glanced across the room.
If Amengual stood out in the bar, the Japanese were just as obvious. While Moscow was hardly a city without foreigners, Ryker included if he was being technical, they were the only Asians in sight. Yet for the most part, they drew little attention other than from the boys at the pool table. They all knew one another. That was obvious, though Ryker was unsure of the connection.
He went to his feet. "Thank you for the conversation, madam. I look forward to future arrangements. If you would excuse me, I have business to attend."
He waited a moment longer for any farewells and made his way to the pool table.
He very clearly interrupted the flow of conversation. One of the Russians looked up from mid-shot, and pulled his cue close to his body defensively. Ryker blinked flatly, curious what the boy thought he would do with his distaste at being interrupted. The second russia didn't notice his presence yet. Not until one of the Japanese men turned to regard him. Ryker bowed his head.
The Yakuza adhered to a code of ethics that Ryker found archaic and obsolete. Yet, as he had with Yun, he understood that people were more amenable to his bidding when they felt respected. It made getting what he wanted all the easier for everyone involved. His pride did not pay the price forever. In the end, they always complied. Even Ascendancy deferred to his wishes in the end.
The Yakuza, however, were particularly sensitive. For a gang of criminals, they were surprisingly strict with their code. They wrote their own justice. Their pride was wounded by the slightest offense. Treachery was met with swift retribution. For these reasons, Ryker forced the words from his lips and addressed the Waka gashira formally.
He did not offer a hand to shake, aware the Waka gashira likely preferred distance to be kept. Ryker had no objections to this habit. He would not bow, however customary. He did lower his head a mark, however.
Edited by Ryker, Feb 20 2018, 08:57 PM.
The accompanying smile leered momentarily before the flicker of emotion faded from sight. "I appreciate the gesture, though. In thanks, allow me."
He pulled a wallet from his pocket. It was an older model bought straight off the shelf. Nothing special. He slipped his own name and contact to the woman across from him and waited patiently for a similar exchange from her. Meanwhile, he glanced across the room.
If Amengual stood out in the bar, the Japanese were just as obvious. While Moscow was hardly a city without foreigners, Ryker included if he was being technical, they were the only Asians in sight. Yet for the most part, they drew little attention other than from the boys at the pool table. They all knew one another. That was obvious, though Ryker was unsure of the connection.
He went to his feet. "Thank you for the conversation, madam. I look forward to future arrangements. If you would excuse me, I have business to attend."
He waited a moment longer for any farewells and made his way to the pool table.
He very clearly interrupted the flow of conversation. One of the Russians looked up from mid-shot, and pulled his cue close to his body defensively. Ryker blinked flatly, curious what the boy thought he would do with his distaste at being interrupted. The second russia didn't notice his presence yet. Not until one of the Japanese men turned to regard him. Ryker bowed his head.
The Yakuza adhered to a code of ethics that Ryker found archaic and obsolete. Yet, as he had with Yun, he understood that people were more amenable to his bidding when they felt respected. It made getting what he wanted all the easier for everyone involved. His pride did not pay the price forever. In the end, they always complied. Even Ascendancy deferred to his wishes in the end.
The Yakuza, however, were particularly sensitive. For a gang of criminals, they were surprisingly strict with their code. They wrote their own justice. Their pride was wounded by the slightest offense. Treachery was met with swift retribution. For these reasons, Ryker forced the words from his lips and addressed the Waka gashira formally.
He did not offer a hand to shake, aware the Waka gashira likely preferred distance to be kept. Ryker had no objections to this habit. He would not bow, however customary. He did lower his head a mark, however.
Edited by Ryker, Feb 20 2018, 08:57 PM.