[Jacinthe is a simple woman, all be told. A socialite who longs for nothing more than to ensure that all goes her way, from her various parties to her every battle. And she's certainly a tough customer as well; she may not have been a trainer for nearly as long as some of the people taking part in this competition, but Jacinthe was a serious competitor. She knew how to command her Pokemon with the grace expected of an elite, and she had every intention of winning the Z-A Royale so she could encourage those around her to follow her lead. And her every whim, but when your every whim is a delightful party with friends of all kinds, who can truly complain? Certainly nobody in her earshot ever has, after all!
It's why Jacinthe is so puzzled and confused about what happened at one of her recent gatherings. Honestly, she's quite lucky that someone knocked what she was about to eat out of her hands and onto the floor--impolite party manners couldn't be excused, but Jacinthe had seen Lebanne's face going a color she'd never seen before, and...
(The ambulance hadn't told her anything, despite it being her darling retainer who had suffered the most grievously. She hasn't received any updates on her situation either, and...)
...That's not going to stop Jacinthe from trying to live the life she's always wanted, but it's certainly put her in quite the mood! No need to sour things for the public, of course; her staff worried after her (and her optimism that everything would be okay when it VERY CLEARLY was not), of course, but that was fine! Jacinthe could work with this, they just had to find who did it. Which is certainly easier said than done; Emma, who has gladly taken the case (read: has been paid to help) has told her that this will take some time, and though Jacinthe has provided her all of the pieces she can to put this puzzle together, it seems as if this case is one tough nut to crack! She's been advised to stay out of the public eye for a bit, which means no parties. Which means not seeing her friends and only seeing the staff members who have to keep delivering the news that Lebanne still hasn't come home, and...
No matter! Jacinthe also has access to everything she gave to Emma--she's not sure if it's purely distrust that motivated her to keep secondary copies, but it perplexed her deeply. Poison...surely she can't have been that rude of a host to Corbeau and his retainer, right? Not even at this party, but during her lovely tournament she let him battle to his heart's content, and while she would have loved to see that strength for herself, fate had very different plans.
If Jacinthe's being honest with herself, she doesn't like the idea of a dear friend having hurt her so deeply over something as simple as a poor tournament. And truthfully...she's been doing her best to ignore the anger building in her, the one that's trying to connect dots and sees red, because if someone has hurt what's hers? She's not letting that go easily. No, no, not at all.
The SBC themselves have been little help, her dear friends worried for themselves and seeking protections. And truthfully, Jacinthe had as well, but it seemed as if there was no proper way for her to do so, which confused her deeply. But she's stayed in Lumiose, trying to ignore everything in favor of continuing to live and keep the SBC from acting rashly in her honor.
What she doesn't expect is a summons from the Rust Syndicate. Or rather; Corbeau himself.
She hadn't been sure of what to make of the call; the servant (he's just like her, right? he employs those to help him.) seems nervous about calling her, telling her that she needs to come alone and come promptly to the headquarters. A saner, more rational person could see this as the trap that it was, but Jacinthe, oblivious as ever, sees this as an opportunity.
After all, if Corbeau did do this or had one of his servants do so, she could expose him easily and frankly get rid of his influence in the city. But, a distant part of her reminds--he's powerful as well. Sure, he wasn't born elite, but he's living proof that anyone can climb themselves up to the upper echelons with hard work and true determination. He even helps people around town, or so the rumors go!
It's a win either way. She gets closure, or she can pay him for protection; after all, he's only just below her in rank. He's strong, and she has plenty of money. Perhaps she can even offer a temporary truce to sweeten the deal, but Jacinthe is getting ahead of herself. Her friend wants to see her, and she intends to do just that.
Unfortunately for her (but fortunately for Corbeau thanks to the lack of prying eyes), she seems to have dressed up in a much less...socialite outfit for the day, her servants insisting on a disguise so she could make it in without drawing attention. Of course, the second she gets inside, she has to take the frankly ridiculous hat and hood hiding her hair off so she can actually let it breathe. Gah! She's never doing that again.
(She's also ignoring what feels like almost...chilling glances from the servants in Corbeau's employ. It's fine. This is just to be a discussion between friends.
...Why does it feel like she's just walked into a Pyroar's den, then? Her pulse spikes, and it takes all she can to stay in the elevator with two of the servants and wait until it opens.)
Once she's up there...she has to admit, this is a much classier look than she was expecting! Darker, of course, but Jacinthe saunters in with a bright (forced) smile on her face as she sees Corbeau at the end of his desk there.]
Ah, dear Corbeau! It has been far too long since we last spoke! How fares...
[...
This isn't right. Something's missing, no--someone, and in a perhaps surprisingly perceptive motion, the cheer disappears from her expression when she sees that a certain servant of Corbeau's isn't with him. That's...it sees her words stop for a good couple of seconds, before she tries to recover.
Her heart isn't in it, though, and feels like it's sinking.]
For as long as Corbeau has known him, the man has been unflinchingly predictable. He is a man who remains stalwart in his beliefs and thoughts regardless of what challenges he faces. He is a man of principle and honor, and one Corbeau has come to rely on more than he ever would have thought possible. He's also an exceptionally skilled trainer and one who can fend for himself; Corbeau had barely batted an eye when the man said he had a lead he was going to look into, because Philippe would - and should - have been fine.
And yet it's been days and there's been no contact. The entire Rust Syndicate is unsettled and uneasy, and it isn't just because their leader is. Corbeau may be in charge, but many of their older members once served Philippe. He is the backbone of the Rust Syndicate, and for him to vanish into thin air is infuriating. Who would dare mess with him? Who would dare mess with the Rust Syndicate?
Corbeau has eyes and ears throughout the city, and the most he's managed is tracing Philippe's steps. The man hadn't intentionally hid information from Corbeau, but it isn't as though he'd given him many details on just what he was looking into, only that it had to do with the recent troubles befalling members of the Z-A Royale. Jacinthe's latest tourney had ended abruptly due to one of these incidents, and from the reports he's received, it seems her retainer is still in the hospital recovering. Philippe's last known location was clearly following the trail left in the wake of this attack - and the Rust Syndicate is (rightfully) wary of the woman herself.
Jacinthe is nothing to scoff at. Oh, sure, he'd dismissed her as an airheaded, dumbass rich kid at first - hard not to, given her general demeanor and insistence on everything going her way - but that's not all she is. With money comes power, something Corbeau knows all too well. He's worked his way up this far and he knows the extent of his own reach throughout Lumiose, so clearly hers is even greater. Old money like that can reach places even he can't. And with Philippe having vanished entirely... well, might as well start with the woman herself and either rule out her involvement entirely or lead her into the Arbok's den.
Truthfully, he's surprised when she agrees to come and makes her way in willingly. Surely she can see that this is a trap set for her... but maybe without her retainer, she doesn't have any others jumping to defend her. Hardly his place to question his good fortune, so he'll leave it for now.
Golden eyes watch her unblinkingly as she glances away from him, to the spot where Philippe should be standing. It is empty now, of course, leaving just the two of them in the room. The other members of the Rust Syndicate wait outside, Pokémon at the ready should it turn to a fight. Not that he'd be in too much danger if it does; Poison does fare well against Fairies, after all.]
No sense in friendly banter; you want to know why I called you here.
[It isn't a question, he's certain of that. Corbeau pushes his glasses up, eyes narrowing as he continues.]
Philippe is missing. [Not information he'd like to hand over, but information that can be found if one were to look hard enough anyway.] Last time we had contact with him, he was looking into matters involving the recent attacks on members of the Z-A Royale. More specifically, your organization - the Society of Battle Connoisseurs.
[He lets that hang in the air for a long moment; let her put the pieces together and realize the danger she's in if she doesn't tell him what he wants to know.]
Tell me what you know about his disappearance.
[...Though given her reaction, he has a feeling he already knows the answer.]
[The room feels colder, icy almost. It feels as if a draft has more than entered the room--no, it feels like a Blizzard, those yellow eyes so cold and different from the distant, but at least entertaining air he's shown. Corbeau cuts to the heart of the matter with an ease that almost makes Jacinthe flinch, and in truth, something in her face has begun to neutralize as she stares at him.
She doesn't like this. She doesn't like his tone, the unearthly cold that's letter her know just how much danger she's in if she doesn't answer properly. But she tries to run everything through her head that she knows of him, trying to rationalize it all as he spells everything out for her. Phillipe was looking into what happened with her society--in truth, she hadn't expected the Rust Syndicate to get involved at all, and she wouldn't have wanted to put her dear friends in danger like this! It's better to leave the business of police work to actual police, rather than those who think they know better about the order than those trained for it...
It's strange, how her face doesn't even know what to do in this situation, and it's likely obvious as the seconds tick by that she's...thrown, thrown by all of this. She finally manages to speak up after some time, but...]
I...had only contacted Detective Emma about the situation that happened. [Her tone is still friendly, but it seems to have chilled just the slightest bit in kind as she realizes how little control she has over this situation right now. And she hates not being in control, she stands with her back straightened and her hands clasped in front of her--closed off. Watching him like he watches her.] If someone else was looking into matters of the Society, then I had not been made aware of such things at all--nor have I even seen hide or hair of the man. I would think that my dear servants, they would have at least let me know of such a thing...
[The cheer is forced. So, so very forced, but it's all she has to fall back on. But she's being truthful, and though her heart aches for what she can only imagine is a heavy blow to himself--]
At minimum, I suppose I owe my servants a very strict talking to tonight. But...when did Phillipe start looking into these matters, my friend?
[Corbeau watches as her posture tightens almost imperceptibly. She recognizes the danger she's in now - if she wasn't fully aware of it before, anyway - and answers with the practiced ease and grace he'd expect of her. The answer is what he expected as well, though some part of him had hoped that this would be easier. No, it makes sense - she doesn't know, which is why she willingly walked in here on her own, because she hadn't realized the danger.
He exhales, finally breaking that unblinking, Seviper-like stare.]
He told me he planned to stay out of your hair if he could help it. [Mostly because he didn't want to get roped into some more shenanigans.] But the guy's not exactly stealthy. Strange you wouldn't have heard anything.
[Information for information. Corbeau rests an elbow on the desk and then his chin on his hand.]
Four days ago is when he went missing; we lost contact with him shortly after his last report to me indicating that he was going to begin looking into matters with the SBC.
[Which is exactly why he wanted to speak with Jacinthe to begin with. Assuming she was responsible - or even those beneath her - wouldn't do when there's still a very real possibility that it could have been someone else who caught Philippe before he even managed finding anything of interest.]
You've heard that several others in the Z-A Royale have fallen ill, vanished, or otherwise become unable to compete recently, I assume.
[She can likely see where he's going with this already, but like he said, no sense in pleasantries right now.]
[...well, unironically that first bit has somehow managed to sting worse than this entire conversation, but uh,,,]
I...I had hoped he might come talk to me, if there was a problem. He seemed like such a kind man, and someone I considered a friend...
[But that's--no. Jacinthe shakes her head as she keeps her gaze trained on Corbeau, her look shifting to open worry. For him, for herself, for everyone that's apparently been dealing with this because--]
Not...at all, actually. [...Which. Likely explains a lot--] As far as I had heard, everything had been right and merry with all of my dear friends--why, I had not even heard any of my dear members speaking of such an incident at all. Up until what had happened at our recent soiree, I was unaware that there was even a scoundrel going about in such a dastardly manner--I certainly would have upped our security measures, if this had been brought to my attention.
[Jacinthe pauses, considering her next words. She doesn't want to suspect her friend, not when he's so clearly hurting, but...]
I have our sign-in sheets for the staff, back at our demeure; I can give you the sheets for the last few days and allow you to speak to the staff.
Though, I would like to ask to be present for those conversations.
[She's willing to be generous within her means. But she's not stupid. (...so she thinks) The Rust Syndicate literally deals in poison; if anything happened to her staff members and she wasn't around for it, she'd never forgive herself.]
...Though, if I may, I do have some questions for you as well, my friend. As I assume we will be here for a while...
Might we both sit down, and discuss this?
[And as if a show of good-will, she releases her hands from where they're clutched in front of her, palms facing upward in front of her. She's brought no keystone with her, as he can likely see from the lack of brooch on her head. She isn't...entirely disarmed, but as a good hostess, defusing tension is necessary to solve conflict. She wants to start there.]
[...So this is how the elite live, huh? Hiding their heads in the sand and waiting for trouble to blow over - or being so deeply buried that they're never even aware of it in the first place. Corbeau's eyebrows arch at her words, but aside from looking mildly annoyed, he lets it slide. The important thing is that she's aware now, and it's not like her recognizing the problem in advance would have guaranteed the safety of even her own retainer, let alone Philippe. No sense in blaming her for all of this, even if that would be the easy way to do it.]
Fair enough. C'mon, this way.
[Corbeau stands, gesturing for Jacinthe to follow him. The seats on the side of the office are not exactly the comfiest - they're for meetings between him and Philippe and debtors, after all - but better this and allowing them some manner of privacy for the time being. He's noticed her lack of keystone, and doesn't intend to put her in a situation where she fears for her own safety now that the initial intimidation is over with.
Once they're both seated across from one another on the seats, Corbeau leans forward and folds his hands on his knees.]
I'll accept your offer; I need information, but there's no sense in keeping anything from you. Go ahead with your questions.
[In blissful ignorance, until they simply can't anymore and their hand is forced. It's an ignorance that Jacinthe had been more than happy to live in, her own little bubble of beautiful parties, Pokemon battles, her own personal collections and bliss--everything hers for the taking, if she played her cards right. But now her dear Lebanne was gone, and...
Jacinthe follows, and there's an unmistakable sadness in her eyes as she looks to Corbeau from across the table on that seat. Her hands fold across her lap as she straightens up a bit, and something in her is deeply reluctant to put more stress on him, but...
There's that thought in her head, the poison. The poison that she almost consumed, that Lebanne had, that she'd knocked out of her hand before collapsing--]
I know not how much information about our situation has been made available to you, but please...know that I wish to do all I can to reunite you with your dear servant. My heart aches for my dearest Lebanne, you know--if it had not been for her quick thinking, it...
It would have been me, on that ambulance.
[...]
How much awareness have you been given, of the details of what happened that fateful night? Are you...aware of the method that was used, at least?
[She forces her look to neutralize, at that. Jacinthe wants to be calm and collected, despite the bubbling rage inside of her.]
[Her words make him feel tetchy. Of course she understands - to some degree, at least - what it's like to have her right hand missing, but there's a difference between what happened to Lebanne and the unknown that faces Corbeau now. A lack of contact is already unnerving enough, but given how many enemies the Rust Syndicate has... well, there's just no telling what could have happened to Philippe. He doesn't want to start assuming the worst, but it's been days and it's hard to believe that he'd be kept alive without ransom demands if he was kidnapped. Harder still to believe that he wouldn't have found a way back on his own if he wasn't.
So he gets where the sympathy's coming from, but it's not the sort of thing he wants to hear right now. It's a struggle to keep the frustration off his face, because he's not exactly mad at her. Jacinthe is out of touch, not intentionally trying to slight them.
But she likewise has a point - she was nearly the one who ended up in the hospital instead of her retainer. Like Corbeau, she has every right to be irritated and seeking answers. Seems that detective hasn't turned up anything particularly useful yet.]
I've heard rumors that it was poison. She's still recovering?
[He hasn't heard anything about her death, at least, and Corbeau can at least recognize that asking if she's dead is a little... unnecessary...
Two and two have not quite made four to him yet, because the mere thought of anyone in his organization trying to poison Jacinthe is just absurd. Sure, they deal in all sorts of under-the-table deals including poisons, so it's certainly not a Farfetch'd idea.]
[Jacinthe's voice shakes a little bit at that, though she tries so hard to stamp it out. She's the Leader of the SBC. She's supposed to be the strong elite to lead the people--she has to act like it, and she takes a deep breath to center herself.]
I have tried to ask the hospital for information, but they will not give it to me, as I am not...family. I assume if they have to specify that much, then she must be fine, but...
Corbeau, my friend...know that I do not ask this out of malice, but I must know; have I done anything to slight you or the Rust Syndicate to deserve such retribution?
[...]
The poison, from what I have gathered from Miss Emma...it is apparently quite rare within this region, requiring a specialty import--one that I have no doubt that the Rust Syndicate could gain clearance for, should they so wish it. It's odorless, and with enough refining, tasteless as well. All too easy to be put into a drink and...imbibed, by those wishing to make merry.
Koffing are rather intriguing creatures, you know.
[After all, while Koffing is known for being able to produce perfumes of rather high quality, but they are poison types by default. And with enough treatment, apparently, they can have their fumes used for anything.]
So I will ask you this once; do you have any involvement in the attack upon my dearest Lebanne? Be it...selling this poison to someone, or...
[Something sparks in her tone, building slow but sure; anger. Not a burning rage, but a small spark that sits in front of them like a match waiting to catch all it can. She hopes it's not true.
But it carries the noble force that implies that if it is, that she's not going to hesitate.]
[That... catches him off-guard. Not the accusation, but before that - the implication that even Jacinthe, one of the wealthiest and most influential people here in Lumiose, is unaware of how exactly her retainer is doing. Maybe it says something about the medical system and how uncorruptible it is that the woman can't just buy that information, but mostly it speaks volumes to Jacinthe's worry. It also explains what she goes on to say, and though Corbeau's eyebrows rise, he doesn't allow himself to rile at the accusation.
It is a perfectly sound idea, after all. Where else would one look other than the Poison-type trainer who deals in underhanded deals?]
Rest assured that we do not trade in buying or selling Pokémon, Jacinthe. Should we bring any Koffing into Lumiose, it is only to be used by one of us. If we had any hand in this, it'd be all too obvious - we aren't exactly in the habit of poisoning people, anyway.
[It'd be too damn obvious. Too easy to trace back to them.]
To answer plainly: we had nothing to do with this. I'll vouch for everyone under my command. Not a single person here had any reason to target you, and if I were to uncover any sort of secret plot to poison you, I'd make sure it wouldn't be an issue again.
[The Rust Syndicate wouldn't do something like this. Sure, they're the damn mafia in Lumiose, but Corbeau vets his employees thoroughly. He only works with those he can trust - and he's not exactly eager to work with those willing to kill people.]
Unfortunately, all you've got to go on is my word, but if you'd like to speak with the others here, you may.
[Jacinthe listens. She knows it's obvious, but he has to know why she asks. She's worried sick about Lebanne; she's a dear, dear friend of hers, and frankly, whatever touches what's hers needs to be eradicated. She just had hoped that it wouldn't come at the cost of another dear friend in the process.
But Corbeau speaks so easily, and oh--he can watch as her mouth opens in light shock. But the tenseness in her posture--for a moment, it fades almost entirely as she lets herself sink into the couch. She's the type to spout pretty words and mean them, though their meanings may not always be what they seem; she would be completely stupid to be utterly taken by those words, but...
As she straightens up, there is a gentle smile on her face, and she bows her head the slightest bit--not enough to expose the back of her neck, but enough to be respectful in this circumstance.]
...I am so relieved to hear that, Corbeau. I would have hated to suspect a dear friend of such treason against me. [Her eyes are soft, though still wary--she wears her heart on her sleeve, so it's likely obvious that it doesn't totally make her fearless, but...] I would like that, however, before I am to retire back to base. I will allow you to oversee these conversations as well, as a gesture of this trust.
[But well. The look in her eyes goes suddenly resolved, and her fists pump next to her with a determination that's likely all too familiar.]
...Be that as it may, however; that is the only question I have to ask of you. But I am choosing to put my belief in you, and I pray that it will not be wasted...which is why I would like to ask a favor, of the Rust Syndicate.
[Jacinthe's eyes gaze right into Corbeau's own, determined.]
If it is the intention of this foul fiend to divide and conquer us, then dare I say, nay! We ought flip the narrative that this scoundrel is trying to bring forth! We are stronger together, and once the board is stacked in our favor, we shall certainly not lose!
That is why I request--no, beseech that the Rust Syndicate and SBC's walls be lowered, in this time of need. I would like for us to put our differences in how we live our lives aside, so that we may overwhelm these terrible odds with numbers overwhelming!
[Jacinthe bounds forward the slightest bit, reaching out to take his hands in hers with bright, fiery determination and.
...Let's be honest, Jacinthe brand Aggressive Herself-ness--]
I will do all that I can to ensure that the SBC cooperates, and grants you and yours little trouble; of this, you have my word. But together, we will be unstoppable, no?
[The first part gets a nod; he doesn't need to oversee them, as he knows everyone in the Rust Syndicate can watch their mouth, but being able to glare at them if they're being particularly chatty is nice. No need to tip their hands too far, after all.
But then Jacinthe continues, and... right, it's not like he forgot about the kind of woman he's dealing with, but she's been remarkably restrained until now. This is akin to being run over by Whirlipede's Rollout (something that has definitely not happened to him before); there is simply no stopping a force of nature like this. She has set her mind to something, and she believes it to be a marvelous idea.]
We don't even know who - or what - we're facing just yet.
[Corbeau pulls back then, adjusting his glasses and glancing away to hide the momentary wide-eyed stare and building embarrassment. He's not one to be caught off-guard so easily...]
It's possible numbers could give us an advantage, true, but it could make it more difficult to coordinate and communicate. [Especially with their right hands gone.] Besides, our organizations are not exactly the most... compatible.
[Many of the Rust Syndicate have reasons to dislike the SBC, or at least the fact that they're wealthy and elite. It's not like Corbeau is entirely opposed to the idea, but managing it all seems a little... much. Not to mention having to deal with Jacinthe on a frequent basis—]
[Sorrow and suspicion have a way of dampering the sheer hurricane force that is Jacinthe's personality, but now that she's been unleashed, there's no stopping her--]
Worry not! With all eyes on the board, we shall find this foul piece and excise it for the dastardly deeds they have committed against those we care for! We shan't grant them an inch of quarter.
[i'm sorry, did corbeau say something sane and rational??? the hurricane here seems to have not heard it]
Hmm, that is true however...sacre bleu, I know not why our organizations butt heads so much, nor why they would not be able to set aside their difference for their leaders. I certainly know the SBC would!
[...no comment on that,,,]
But...perhaps more to the point; I request to seek protection, from your Syndicate. Some of the other members of the SBC, they have been able to find assistance in guarding themselves--protections as necessary, and the like, but I have not been able to find any of my own. My servants are occupied and wealthy socialites, as well, and...
[...Briefly, her look turns worried, but she forces it back--the implications sliding off her head. It's fine. It's fine! Everyone needs protection, it's fine that she can't--]
I figure if I am to lead by example and extend this noble Dolliv branch, that all will surely be able to follow suit. Do you understand what I am getting at?
[Sure it's not the Rust Syndicate's typical line of work, but they're not slouches.]
I am more than happy to discuss compensation for said protection, easily. Money is no object to me, and if it can keep a dear friend and his people safe as well--why, I think that would be a jolly good way to prove our dastardly foe most wrong, yes?
[girl why do you THINK the mafia doesn't like you—
Corbeau opens his mouth. Considers. Corbeau closes his mouth. Did he just get outplayed by Jacinthe??? He's pretty sure he just got outplayed by Jacinthe.
She could have just given him the sob story, that she needs protection and hasn't been able to find any. If she'd left it at that, he could have easily turned her away for any number of reasons. But she clearly saw that line wouldn't work and jumped straight to the heart of the matter - offering the Rust Syndicate money to keep themselves safe while only looking after her well-being... well, he'd be a damn fool to say no. It's more work (and dealing with Jacinthe) than he'd really like right now, when he still needs to find Philippe and figure out what the damn hell is happening to members of the Z-A Royale, but...
Well, it's an offer he can't refuse. Because she'll continue to Bulldoze her way through this conversation until he agrees.]
...This isn't in our usual line of work, but an exception can be made for the right price.
[Corbeau moves to retrieve a pen and paper nearby, jotting down said price for her to consider. It likely won't be much to her, but it'll go a long way to helping both members of the Rust Syndicate and Lumiose as a whole. With cash like this, there's a lot more work he can do here. Corbeau pushes the paper across the table for her to examine.]
This is my asking fee. In return, you'll be permitted access to the Rust Syndicate at any time, day or night. Likewise, I'll be serving as your protection. As the strongest member of the Rust Syndicate, I assume that will be satisfactory?
[This means they're going to be spending a lot of time together. It's going to be a headache and a half. He's probably going to hate her by the end of the day. But it'll be worth it - and it can't hurt to have someone else capable watch his back either.]
[Jacinthe waits, her expression gently pleading. She'll throw as much money as she needs to at this, frankly, if she needs to ask Mother and Father for some extra she's sure that they'll pitch in once they know the extent of the situation. How could they not?
They've always had her best interest in mind.
Jacinthe will take a look at the paper easily, eyes examining the price and...quirking her brow a bit...?]
My dearest friend, do you not know how to price your services? My, it's no wonder the rumors swirl about the unsavory practices you subject yourselves to! You of all people should know the value of money, Corbeau, and the value of your own neck moreso!
[With an animated expression, Jacinthe promptly...puts a sad face next to the number that Corbeau has written down, and promptly jotted down what she thinks is worthy compensation for this most noble of deeds and pursuits--especially if he's taking it upon himself to protect her, that's no laughing matter.
It's a little bit of defense between friends! What's that, like easily triple his asking price, right???
So with that incredibly out of touch move out of the way (along with the proof that. she would almost certainly be easy to swindle if you gain her trust apparently) she'll pass the pen and paper back over the table with an all too animated expression, though there's genuine warmth in it too.]
Comme c'est gentil à vous, Corbeau. [How kind of you.] The fact that you are personally overseeing me is not lost on me, my friend--your strength within the syndicate has no peer, and I am deeply honored to be in your care.
So please know that the SBC is yours to utilize as you see fit. If you are to be defending me, then I shall have your quarters set up for you tonight, so that you may be able to be at your very peak! It is but the very least I can do to assist.
[Corbeau tries very hard to maintain an air of professionalism, particularly when dealing with clients. As such, he tries very hard to control his expressions and not make Faces while said clients can see them, but his eyes immediately go wide at the price she jots down. Hell, he knew she was rich, but seeing how easily and eagerly she'd part with that amount of money... Well, a little suffering in her company is worth it. This money will be put to damn good use.]
Of course. [He adjusts his glasses like that totally didn't just happen, don't worry about it.] I'll have a room prepared here for you as well, but I'll follow your lead. Wherever you'd like to stay, I'll follow.
[She'll likely be more comfortable in her own quarters... Ugh, whatever, he can put up with their posh high-society nonsense for the sake of this amount of cash.]
I do need to make some arrangements and ensure the Rust Syndicate is aware of the state of things, but that won't take me long.
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It's why Jacinthe is so puzzled and confused about what happened at one of her recent gatherings. Honestly, she's quite lucky that someone knocked what she was about to eat out of her hands and onto the floor--impolite party manners couldn't be excused, but Jacinthe had seen Lebanne's face going a color she'd never seen before, and...
(The ambulance hadn't told her anything, despite it being her darling retainer who had suffered the most grievously. She hasn't received any updates on her situation either, and...)
...That's not going to stop Jacinthe from trying to live the life she's always wanted, but it's certainly put her in quite the mood! No need to sour things for the public, of course; her staff worried after her (and her optimism that everything would be okay when it VERY CLEARLY was not), of course, but that was fine! Jacinthe could work with this, they just had to find who did it. Which is certainly easier said than done; Emma, who has gladly taken the case (read: has been paid to help) has told her that this will take some time, and though Jacinthe has provided her all of the pieces she can to put this puzzle together, it seems as if this case is one tough nut to crack! She's been advised to stay out of the public eye for a bit, which means no parties. Which means not seeing her friends and only seeing the staff members who have to keep delivering the news that Lebanne still hasn't come home, and...
No matter! Jacinthe also has access to everything she gave to Emma--she's not sure if it's purely distrust that motivated her to keep secondary copies, but it perplexed her deeply. Poison...surely she can't have been that rude of a host to Corbeau and his retainer, right? Not even at this party, but during her lovely tournament she let him battle to his heart's content, and while she would have loved to see that strength for herself, fate had very different plans.
If Jacinthe's being honest with herself, she doesn't like the idea of a dear friend having hurt her so deeply over something as simple as a poor tournament. And truthfully...she's been doing her best to ignore the anger building in her, the one that's trying to connect dots and sees red, because if someone has hurt what's hers? She's not letting that go easily. No, no, not at all.
The SBC themselves have been little help, her dear friends worried for themselves and seeking protections. And truthfully, Jacinthe had as well, but it seemed as if there was no proper way for her to do so, which confused her deeply. But she's stayed in Lumiose, trying to ignore everything in favor of continuing to live and keep the SBC from acting rashly in her honor.
What she doesn't expect is a summons from the Rust Syndicate. Or rather; Corbeau himself.
She hadn't been sure of what to make of the call; the servant (he's just like her, right? he employs those to help him.) seems nervous about calling her, telling her that she needs to come alone and come promptly to the headquarters. A saner, more rational person could see this as the trap that it was, but Jacinthe, oblivious as ever, sees this as an opportunity.
After all, if Corbeau did do this or had one of his servants do so, she could expose him easily and frankly get rid of his influence in the city. But, a distant part of her reminds--he's powerful as well. Sure, he wasn't born elite, but he's living proof that anyone can climb themselves up to the upper echelons with hard work and true determination. He even helps people around town, or so the rumors go!
It's a win either way. She gets closure, or she can pay him for protection; after all, he's only just below her in rank. He's strong, and she has plenty of money. Perhaps she can even offer a temporary truce to sweeten the deal, but Jacinthe is getting ahead of herself. Her friend wants to see her, and she intends to do just that.
Unfortunately for her (but fortunately for Corbeau thanks to the lack of prying eyes), she seems to have dressed up in a much less...socialite outfit for the day, her servants insisting on a disguise so she could make it in without drawing attention. Of course, the second she gets inside, she has to take the frankly ridiculous hat and hood hiding her hair off so she can actually let it breathe. Gah! She's never doing that again.
(She's also ignoring what feels like almost...chilling glances from the servants in Corbeau's employ. It's fine. This is just to be a discussion between friends.
...Why does it feel like she's just walked into a Pyroar's den, then? Her pulse spikes, and it takes all she can to stay in the elevator with two of the servants and wait until it opens.)
Once she's up there...she has to admit, this is a much classier look than she was expecting! Darker, of course, but Jacinthe saunters in with a bright (forced) smile on her face as she sees Corbeau at the end of his desk there.]
Ah, dear Corbeau! It has been far too long since we last spoke! How fares...
[...
This isn't right. Something's missing, no--someone, and in a perhaps surprisingly perceptive motion, the cheer disappears from her expression when she sees that a certain servant of Corbeau's isn't with him. That's...it sees her words stop for a good couple of seconds, before she tries to recover.
Her heart isn't in it, though, and feels like it's sinking.]
...How fares you, if I may?
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For as long as Corbeau has known him, the man has been unflinchingly predictable. He is a man who remains stalwart in his beliefs and thoughts regardless of what challenges he faces. He is a man of principle and honor, and one Corbeau has come to rely on more than he ever would have thought possible. He's also an exceptionally skilled trainer and one who can fend for himself; Corbeau had barely batted an eye when the man said he had a lead he was going to look into, because Philippe would - and should - have been fine.
And yet it's been days and there's been no contact. The entire Rust Syndicate is unsettled and uneasy, and it isn't just because their leader is. Corbeau may be in charge, but many of their older members once served Philippe. He is the backbone of the Rust Syndicate, and for him to vanish into thin air is infuriating. Who would dare mess with him? Who would dare mess with the Rust Syndicate?
Corbeau has eyes and ears throughout the city, and the most he's managed is tracing Philippe's steps. The man hadn't intentionally hid information from Corbeau, but it isn't as though he'd given him many details on just what he was looking into, only that it had to do with the recent troubles befalling members of the Z-A Royale. Jacinthe's latest tourney had ended abruptly due to one of these incidents, and from the reports he's received, it seems her retainer is still in the hospital recovering. Philippe's last known location was clearly following the trail left in the wake of this attack - and the Rust Syndicate is (rightfully) wary of the woman herself.
Jacinthe is nothing to scoff at. Oh, sure, he'd dismissed her as an airheaded, dumbass rich kid at first - hard not to, given her general demeanor and insistence on everything going her way - but that's not all she is. With money comes power, something Corbeau knows all too well. He's worked his way up this far and he knows the extent of his own reach throughout Lumiose, so clearly hers is even greater. Old money like that can reach places even he can't. And with Philippe having vanished entirely... well, might as well start with the woman herself and either rule out her involvement entirely or lead her into the Arbok's den.
Truthfully, he's surprised when she agrees to come and makes her way in willingly. Surely she can see that this is a trap set for her... but maybe without her retainer, she doesn't have any others jumping to defend her. Hardly his place to question his good fortune, so he'll leave it for now.
Golden eyes watch her unblinkingly as she glances away from him, to the spot where Philippe should be standing. It is empty now, of course, leaving just the two of them in the room. The other members of the Rust Syndicate wait outside, Pokémon at the ready should it turn to a fight. Not that he'd be in too much danger if it does; Poison does fare well against Fairies, after all.]
No sense in friendly banter; you want to know why I called you here.
[It isn't a question, he's certain of that. Corbeau pushes his glasses up, eyes narrowing as he continues.]
Philippe is missing. [Not information he'd like to hand over, but information that can be found if one were to look hard enough anyway.] Last time we had contact with him, he was looking into matters involving the recent attacks on members of the Z-A Royale. More specifically, your organization - the Society of Battle Connoisseurs.
[He lets that hang in the air for a long moment; let her put the pieces together and realize the danger she's in if she doesn't tell him what he wants to know.]
Tell me what you know about his disappearance.
[...Though given her reaction, he has a feeling he already knows the answer.]
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She doesn't like this. She doesn't like his tone, the unearthly cold that's letter her know just how much danger she's in if she doesn't answer properly. But she tries to run everything through her head that she knows of him, trying to rationalize it all as he spells everything out for her. Phillipe was looking into what happened with her society--in truth, she hadn't expected the Rust Syndicate to get involved at all, and she wouldn't have wanted to put her dear friends in danger like this! It's better to leave the business of police work to actual police, rather than those who think they know better about the order than those trained for it...
It's strange, how her face doesn't even know what to do in this situation, and it's likely obvious as the seconds tick by that she's...thrown, thrown by all of this. She finally manages to speak up after some time, but...]
I...had only contacted Detective Emma about the situation that happened. [Her tone is still friendly, but it seems to have chilled just the slightest bit in kind as she realizes how little control she has over this situation right now. And she hates not being in control, she stands with her back straightened and her hands clasped in front of her--closed off. Watching him like he watches her.] If someone else was looking into matters of the Society, then I had not been made aware of such things at all--nor have I even seen hide or hair of the man. I would think that my dear servants, they would have at least let me know of such a thing...
[The cheer is forced. So, so very forced, but it's all she has to fall back on. But she's being truthful, and though her heart aches for what she can only imagine is a heavy blow to himself--]
At minimum, I suppose I owe my servants a very strict talking to tonight. But...when did Phillipe start looking into these matters, my friend?
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He exhales, finally breaking that unblinking, Seviper-like stare.]
He told me he planned to stay out of your hair if he could help it. [Mostly because he didn't want to get roped into some more shenanigans.] But the guy's not exactly stealthy. Strange you wouldn't have heard anything.
[Information for information. Corbeau rests an elbow on the desk and then his chin on his hand.]
Four days ago is when he went missing; we lost contact with him shortly after his last report to me indicating that he was going to begin looking into matters with the SBC.
[Which is exactly why he wanted to speak with Jacinthe to begin with. Assuming she was responsible - or even those beneath her - wouldn't do when there's still a very real possibility that it could have been someone else who caught Philippe before he even managed finding anything of interest.]
You've heard that several others in the Z-A Royale have fallen ill, vanished, or otherwise become unable to compete recently, I assume.
[She can likely see where he's going with this already, but like he said, no sense in pleasantries right now.]
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I...I had hoped he might come talk to me, if there was a problem. He seemed like such a kind man, and someone I considered a friend...
[But that's--no. Jacinthe shakes her head as she keeps her gaze trained on Corbeau, her look shifting to open worry. For him, for herself, for everyone that's apparently been dealing with this because--]
Not...at all, actually. [...Which. Likely explains a lot--] As far as I had heard, everything had been right and merry with all of my dear friends--why, I had not even heard any of my dear members speaking of such an incident at all. Up until what had happened at our recent soiree, I was unaware that there was even a scoundrel going about in such a dastardly manner--I certainly would have upped our security measures, if this had been brought to my attention.
[Jacinthe pauses, considering her next words. She doesn't want to suspect her friend, not when he's so clearly hurting, but...]
I have our sign-in sheets for the staff, back at our demeure; I can give you the sheets for the last few days and allow you to speak to the staff.
Though, I would like to ask to be present for those conversations.
[She's willing to be generous within her means. But she's not stupid. (...so she thinks) The Rust Syndicate literally deals in poison; if anything happened to her staff members and she wasn't around for it, she'd never forgive herself.]
...Though, if I may, I do have some questions for you as well, my friend. As I assume we will be here for a while...
Might we both sit down, and discuss this?
[And as if a show of good-will, she releases her hands from where they're clutched in front of her, palms facing upward in front of her. She's brought no keystone with her, as he can likely see from the lack of brooch on her head. She isn't...entirely disarmed, but as a good hostess, defusing tension is necessary to solve conflict. She wants to start there.]
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Fair enough. C'mon, this way.
[Corbeau stands, gesturing for Jacinthe to follow him. The seats on the side of the office are not exactly the comfiest - they're for meetings between him and Philippe and debtors, after all - but better this and allowing them some manner of privacy for the time being. He's noticed her lack of keystone, and doesn't intend to put her in a situation where she fears for her own safety now that the initial intimidation is over with.
Once they're both seated across from one another on the seats, Corbeau leans forward and folds his hands on his knees.]
I'll accept your offer; I need information, but there's no sense in keeping anything from you. Go ahead with your questions.
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Jacinthe follows, and there's an unmistakable sadness in her eyes as she looks to Corbeau from across the table on that seat. Her hands fold across her lap as she straightens up a bit, and something in her is deeply reluctant to put more stress on him, but...
There's that thought in her head, the poison. The poison that she almost consumed, that Lebanne had, that she'd knocked out of her hand before collapsing--]
I know not how much information about our situation has been made available to you, but please...know that I wish to do all I can to reunite you with your dear servant. My heart aches for my dearest Lebanne, you know--if it had not been for her quick thinking, it...
It would have been me, on that ambulance.
[...]
How much awareness have you been given, of the details of what happened that fateful night? Are you...aware of the method that was used, at least?
[She forces her look to neutralize, at that. Jacinthe wants to be calm and collected, despite the bubbling rage inside of her.]
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So he gets where the sympathy's coming from, but it's not the sort of thing he wants to hear right now. It's a struggle to keep the frustration off his face, because he's not exactly mad at her. Jacinthe is out of touch, not intentionally trying to slight them.
But she likewise has a point - she was nearly the one who ended up in the hospital instead of her retainer. Like Corbeau, she has every right to be irritated and seeking answers. Seems that detective hasn't turned up anything particularly useful yet.]
I've heard rumors that it was poison. She's still recovering?
[He hasn't heard anything about her death, at least, and Corbeau can at least recognize that asking if she's dead is a little... unnecessary...
Two and two have not quite made four to him yet, because the mere thought of anyone in his organization trying to poison Jacinthe is just absurd. Sure, they deal in all sorts of under-the-table deals including poisons, so it's certainly not a Farfetch'd idea.]
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[Jacinthe's voice shakes a little bit at that, though she tries so hard to stamp it out. She's the Leader of the SBC. She's supposed to be the strong elite to lead the people--she has to act like it, and she takes a deep breath to center herself.]
I have tried to ask the hospital for information, but they will not give it to me, as I am not...family. I assume if they have to specify that much, then she must be fine, but...
Corbeau, my friend...know that I do not ask this out of malice, but I must know; have I done anything to slight you or the Rust Syndicate to deserve such retribution?
[...]
The poison, from what I have gathered from Miss Emma...it is apparently quite rare within this region, requiring a specialty import--one that I have no doubt that the Rust Syndicate could gain clearance for, should they so wish it. It's odorless, and with enough refining, tasteless as well. All too easy to be put into a drink and...imbibed, by those wishing to make merry.
Koffing are rather intriguing creatures, you know.
[After all, while Koffing is known for being able to produce perfumes of rather high quality, but they are poison types by default. And with enough treatment, apparently, they can have their fumes used for anything.]
So I will ask you this once; do you have any involvement in the attack upon my dearest Lebanne? Be it...selling this poison to someone, or...
[Something sparks in her tone, building slow but sure; anger. Not a burning rage, but a small spark that sits in front of them like a match waiting to catch all it can. She hopes it's not true.
But it carries the noble force that implies that if it is, that she's not going to hesitate.]
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It is a perfectly sound idea, after all. Where else would one look other than the Poison-type trainer who deals in underhanded deals?]
Rest assured that we do not trade in buying or selling Pokémon, Jacinthe. Should we bring any Koffing into Lumiose, it is only to be used by one of us. If we had any hand in this, it'd be all too obvious - we aren't exactly in the habit of poisoning people, anyway.
[It'd be too damn obvious. Too easy to trace back to them.]
To answer plainly: we had nothing to do with this. I'll vouch for everyone under my command. Not a single person here had any reason to target you, and if I were to uncover any sort of secret plot to poison you, I'd make sure it wouldn't be an issue again.
[The Rust Syndicate wouldn't do something like this. Sure, they're the damn mafia in Lumiose, but Corbeau vets his employees thoroughly. He only works with those he can trust - and he's not exactly eager to work with those willing to kill people.]
Unfortunately, all you've got to go on is my word, but if you'd like to speak with the others here, you may.
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But Corbeau speaks so easily, and oh--he can watch as her mouth opens in light shock. But the tenseness in her posture--for a moment, it fades almost entirely as she lets herself sink into the couch. She's the type to spout pretty words and mean them, though their meanings may not always be what they seem; she would be completely stupid to be utterly taken by those words, but...
As she straightens up, there is a gentle smile on her face, and she bows her head the slightest bit--not enough to expose the back of her neck, but enough to be respectful in this circumstance.]
...I am so relieved to hear that, Corbeau. I would have hated to suspect a dear friend of such treason against me. [Her eyes are soft, though still wary--she wears her heart on her sleeve, so it's likely obvious that it doesn't totally make her fearless, but...] I would like that, however, before I am to retire back to base. I will allow you to oversee these conversations as well, as a gesture of this trust.
[But well. The look in her eyes goes suddenly resolved, and her fists pump next to her with a determination that's likely all too familiar.]
...Be that as it may, however; that is the only question I have to ask of you. But I am choosing to put my belief in you, and I pray that it will not be wasted...which is why I would like to ask a favor, of the Rust Syndicate.
[Jacinthe's eyes gaze right into Corbeau's own, determined.]
If it is the intention of this foul fiend to divide and conquer us, then dare I say, nay! We ought flip the narrative that this scoundrel is trying to bring forth! We are stronger together, and once the board is stacked in our favor, we shall certainly not lose!
That is why I request--no, beseech that the Rust Syndicate and SBC's walls be lowered, in this time of need. I would like for us to put our differences in how we live our lives aside, so that we may overwhelm these terrible odds with numbers overwhelming!
[Jacinthe bounds forward the slightest bit, reaching out to take his hands in hers with bright, fiery determination and.
...Let's be honest, Jacinthe brand Aggressive Herself-ness--]
I will do all that I can to ensure that the SBC cooperates, and grants you and yours little trouble; of this, you have my word. But together, we will be unstoppable, no?
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But then Jacinthe continues, and... right, it's not like he forgot about the kind of woman he's dealing with, but she's been remarkably restrained until now. This is akin to being run over by Whirlipede's Rollout (something that has definitely not happened to him before); there is simply no stopping a force of nature like this. She has set her mind to something, and she believes it to be a marvelous idea.]
We don't even know who - or what - we're facing just yet.
[Corbeau pulls back then, adjusting his glasses and glancing away to hide the momentary wide-eyed stare and building embarrassment. He's not one to be caught off-guard so easily...]
It's possible numbers could give us an advantage, true, but it could make it more difficult to coordinate and communicate. [Especially with their right hands gone.] Besides, our organizations are not exactly the most... compatible.
[Many of the Rust Syndicate have reasons to dislike the SBC, or at least the fact that they're wealthy and elite. It's not like Corbeau is entirely opposed to the idea, but managing it all seems a little... much. Not to mention having to deal with Jacinthe on a frequent basis—]
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Worry not! With all eyes on the board, we shall find this foul piece and excise it for the dastardly deeds they have committed against those we care for! We shan't grant them an inch of quarter.
[i'm sorry, did corbeau say something sane and rational??? the hurricane here seems to have not heard it]
Hmm, that is true however...sacre bleu, I know not why our organizations butt heads so much, nor why they would not be able to set aside their difference for their leaders. I certainly know the SBC would!
[...no comment on that,,,]
But...perhaps more to the point; I request to seek protection, from your Syndicate. Some of the other members of the SBC, they have been able to find assistance in guarding themselves--protections as necessary, and the like, but I have not been able to find any of my own. My servants are occupied and wealthy socialites, as well, and...
[...Briefly, her look turns worried, but she forces it back--the implications sliding off her head. It's fine. It's fine! Everyone needs protection, it's fine that she can't--]
I figure if I am to lead by example and extend this noble Dolliv branch, that all will surely be able to follow suit. Do you understand what I am getting at?
[Sure it's not the Rust Syndicate's typical line of work, but they're not slouches.]
I am more than happy to discuss compensation for said protection, easily. Money is no object to me, and if it can keep a dear friend and his people safe as well--why, I think that would be a jolly good way to prove our dastardly foe most wrong, yes?
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Corbeau opens his mouth. Considers. Corbeau closes his mouth. Did he just get outplayed by Jacinthe??? He's pretty sure he just got outplayed by Jacinthe.
She could have just given him the sob story, that she needs protection and hasn't been able to find any. If she'd left it at that, he could have easily turned her away for any number of reasons. But she clearly saw that line wouldn't work and jumped straight to the heart of the matter - offering the Rust Syndicate money to keep themselves safe while only looking after her well-being... well, he'd be a damn fool to say no. It's more work (and dealing with Jacinthe) than he'd really like right now, when he still needs to find Philippe and figure out what the damn hell is happening to members of the Z-A Royale, but...
Well, it's an offer he can't refuse. Because she'll continue to Bulldoze her way through this conversation until he agrees.]
...This isn't in our usual line of work, but an exception can be made for the right price.
[Corbeau moves to retrieve a pen and paper nearby, jotting down said price for her to consider. It likely won't be much to her, but it'll go a long way to helping both members of the Rust Syndicate and Lumiose as a whole. With cash like this, there's a lot more work he can do here. Corbeau pushes the paper across the table for her to examine.]
This is my asking fee. In return, you'll be permitted access to the Rust Syndicate at any time, day or night. Likewise, I'll be serving as your protection. As the strongest member of the Rust Syndicate, I assume that will be satisfactory?
[This means they're going to be spending a lot of time together. It's going to be a headache and a half. He's probably going to hate her by the end of the day. But it'll be worth it - and it can't hurt to have someone else capable watch his back either.]
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They've always had her best interest in mind.
Jacinthe will take a look at the paper easily, eyes examining the price and...quirking her brow a bit...?]
My dearest friend, do you not know how to price your services? My, it's no wonder the rumors swirl about the unsavory practices you subject yourselves to! You of all people should know the value of money, Corbeau, and the value of your own neck moreso!
[With an animated expression, Jacinthe promptly...puts a sad face next to the number that Corbeau has written down, and promptly jotted down what she thinks is worthy compensation for this most noble of deeds and pursuits--especially if he's taking it upon himself to protect her, that's no laughing matter.
It's a little bit of defense between friends! What's that, like easily triple his asking price, right???
So with that incredibly out of touch move out of the way (along with the proof that. she would almost certainly be easy to swindle if you gain her trust apparently) she'll pass the pen and paper back over the table with an all too animated expression, though there's genuine warmth in it too.]
Comme c'est gentil à vous, Corbeau. [How kind of you.] The fact that you are personally overseeing me is not lost on me, my friend--your strength within the syndicate has no peer, and I am deeply honored to be in your care.
So please know that the SBC is yours to utilize as you see fit. If you are to be defending me, then I shall have your quarters set up for you tonight, so that you may be able to be at your very peak! It is but the very least I can do to assist.
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Of course. [He adjusts his glasses like that totally didn't just happen, don't worry about it.] I'll have a room prepared here for you as well, but I'll follow your lead. Wherever you'd like to stay, I'll follow.
[She'll likely be more comfortable in her own quarters... Ugh, whatever, he can put up with their posh high-society nonsense for the sake of this amount of cash.]
I do need to make some arrangements and ensure the Rust Syndicate is aware of the state of things, but that won't take me long.
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Splendid, my friend! Together, we shall ensure that our dearest servants are back where they belong by our side--retributed for most indubitably!
[Jacinthe has full faith for this to work out, so go do what you need to, Corbeau! She will be right here, the literal embodiment of :D]