Her partner's entrance is so much unlike hers in so many ways. A quiet understated bell jingling as the door opens, measured steps as he scans the room, a distinct intent as he locks eyes with every single person left in that bar. And where Xenon was more than happy to let her pokemon do the work of being her eyes, this man preferred to keep everything firmly in his own hands as he pulls out a massive hand cannon from his inner coat and gestures around to move the crowd to his whim. All very traditional, very practiced, just another Tuesday in the office for the mob boss.
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She can respect efficiency, but the routineness of it all bores her. For a brief moment she considers turning and just having her Absol kill everyone in the room to spice things up, rolls the idea around in her mind as she half listens to the sputtering woman trying to throw out empty threats of police on their way, trying to put up a brave front against the very obvious psycho in the room and bolster everyone else's courage. Ah, dragging out this game a little longer sounds more fun than casual murder in the end.
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Xenon puts a mechanical finger up the woman's lips and silences her with a sharp hiss. Lets lay out the facts. "The police aren't coming girlie. We own this town. What's going to happen is the police station is going to receive the report, they're gonna start to mobilize, then their chief is gonna get a call from one of my bosses telling them that it's just a prank call. There's nothing to worry about here, and the cops should really just focus on eating their snacks and looking the other way like the good little trained Houndours they are. But they don't matter, they've never mattered and they never will matter for you if you just play your part like the good little cog in the machine you're meant to be." Her finger lifts from her lips and the cold steel hand plants itself on the woman's cheek.
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"Sometime next week, maybe Thursday, maybe Friday, one of our boys is gonna come by to see if you've cleaned the place up. They're gonna start up a chat with you, talk about what a tragedy this all ways, how people can be so violent, blah blah blah. And they're gonna tell you, 'This actually happens a lot around here. That's why me and the boys, we've gotten together to defend against these crooks, keep an eye on the neighborhood.' And they're gonna say a lot more stuff, make a lot of real casual talk, but in the end you're gonna end up paying this guy to make all your little problems go away. And if you're lucky, you'll never have to see me again... Unless you want to of course~" Xenon's smile brightens a little as the woman's false bravado crumbles, there's no words left in her worthless little mouth, just a shaky nod as Xenon sets her drink back down on the counter, does a little spin and hops off her stool with a cheer.
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"I'm real glad we had this talk missy, and I'm double glad you didn't try to grab for that 357 you've got stashed in the third drawer under the counter. It would have been a real shame to have to feed that to you. Good luck with the cleanup~!" The ultramodernist laughs as she starts to walk away, reaching up and patting Alphonse on the shoulder to signal that it's time to go. The Absol's chest rumbles with discontent as it continues to stare at the herded crowd, almost as if it was hoping one of them would have tried something. It's always more fun when it has a justified reason to hurt someone.
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+ - Alphonse Gambino

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If he expected her to titter and giggle at the archaic act of chivalry he displayed for her, he would be sadly disappointed as she walks through the opened door without another word. But she didn't slow her strut either as he tried to speed past her to open the door, her gait was perfectly timed to step through the door as it opens, because that's just the kind of world she envisions. It was only natural that Alphonse would open the door for her, not because of some outdated notion of common courtesy or ladies going first, but simply because the people around her were supposed to accommodate her life. That's just the way the world worked for Xenon.
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The walk to the car is mostly silent, until he speaks up. Her head turns a notch as she evaluates him, his eyes are just barely within her field of vision as they swivel to meet his gaze with an appraising look. The psychotic joker who was in the bar was gone already, she was nothing but business as she rolls his words around in her brain before responding simply. "How much money she has to pay us isn't our problem. She'll either come up with what she needs, or she'll find herself on my calendar again." That's simply how the world worked. His followup brings a ghost of a smile to her face though, maybe this guy wasn't quite as archaic as he looked at a glance. "When she does I'll have some other dumb shmuck ready to take up her place. No shortage of men who want to make some cash on Rocket turf, just gotta plant the right seeds in the right dirt and make sure it has time to grow." Someone was always looking to become a made man, just gotta give em a little room to grow into those concrete boots.
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Another one speaks from the driver's seat of the car, she would have preferred to be the one driving but he had a point. For as much talk as she made about owning the police of the city, statistically speaking there was always going to be one or two who just had to do the "moral" thing even if it meant disobeying their chief. She'd rather not spend a day in lockup before Rocket gets her out, it was a waste of a perfectly good day and it made her look incompetent. The girl opens up the back door and slides in with a whistle, very obviously not taking any of this seriously as she rolls across the backseat and settles right behind the driver's seat with a cocky smile. "Alright boys, where's the next stop on the itinerary? We've got a full day of collections ahead of us, I wanna see how Al here handles being the front man. Or maybe you, you seem like you've got a good vibe going, very threatening, very mysterious." She leans forwards and reaches over to pat Crispin on the shoulders, it would almost seem flirtatious if it were any other woman.
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+ - Alphonse Gambino crispin tredarloe

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She's watching him in the rear view mirror, she sees that irritated smile as he leans forwards a little to avoid her touch, she understands the limits he puts up around himself and feels the urge to push them even further. She still needed a ride though, so she would just poke out her tongue at him rather cheekily in the mirror as she settles back into her seat (without clipping on her seatbelt of course) and lets the car ride.
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"So what's the word gentlemen, tell me a bit about yourselves! We all know each other's names sure, but surely there's more to knowing a person besides knowing what combination of syllables gets their attention right? You guys like music? Well everyone likes music, that's just one of those basic human things I guess, but everyone likes different kinds of music. There's this one guy around my bunk, listens to nothing but Linoone Park! And not like all of their stuff, just one song! Nothing but that one song every single day, listens to it to everything he does, I don't get it honestly! I tried to ask him about it one day, he just says 'I don't like other songs.' Fucking weird even by my standards man! What do you got on the radio, better not be Linoone Park." And of course she starts moving around in the backseat and reaching up to the front, her legs brushing against Alphonse as she practically crawls over the center console, just barely avoiding knocking into Crispin's elbow as she hits a button on the radio just to see what turns on.
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"Music says a lot about a person in my experience, you can really tell the mettle of a man just from what kind of music they listen to. That guy I was talking about before, he's stuck in his own world, his own pattern, he doesn't know how to change. Me personally, I don't stick to one genre, but I have a preference for experimental stuff." She continues speaking even as she continues messing around with the radio, half of her car in the front and half in the back as she takes a sideways glance at Crispin. "You look like a jazz person to me. You like jazz?" To call Xenon a representative of the next generation of crime might be giving her a bit too much credit regardless of how efficient she is, this woman was very obviously a freak even among her own peers if Crispin's disgusted reactions were anything to go by. But that's just the way she liked it, she didn't want to fall into the standards and habits of everyone around her. Life was only enjoyable if she was standing out above everyone else.
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+ - Alphonse Gambino crispin tredarloe

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