3482/Dancing down the spiral

Dancing down the spiral
Date of Scene:	21 September 2020
Location:	Abandoned Warehouse
Synopsis:	A scared Reggie meets with Spiral. New Body Shop in Hell's Kitchen, good times for all.
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Spiral

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
Abandon warehouse is better than a mad tea party. Toys that watch, toys that scan, toys that well whatever, this was going to be a better meeting, right, Reggie. The self talk, pumping him up for the man event.

As the attorney known to the world as Reggie Smith sits down his skinny form sitting at the table in the back with that swinging light over it. Nerdy with glasses and bright red hair, behind those horn-rimmed glasses are emerald eyes, one of those punchable faces. His suit is simple, black, with an odd art tie today of a screaming cyber woman tie. HR Geiger his second favorite artist cause he really makes ya think, man.

The job today, same as the last simple open this case, play the tape, get this woman to sign the paperwork and get out alive. But this time, he is on Kingpin's turf, so he looks a little more relaxed, or maybe it's due to two joints and that line of the good stuff. He is feeling high energy, confident, and mellow all at the same time, perfect law time!

Spiral has posed:
The clock ticks closer to the appointed hour. The warehouse is dead silent - no hobos on the Kingpins turf, after all, but also no arrivals. Is she, it, going to even show up?

The air distorts before his table, and Spiral pops into existence, balanced delicately on one foot, arms spiralling around for balance if not for magic. Might be crazy, but the Time Dancer is hardly going to be late. She stays up on that one foot and looks down at this guy as one might look down at an ant.

Now, she may be a crazy extradimensional sorceress, but the dimension she's from actually has a special kind of hell which translates neatly onto Reggie Smith.

"Who are you?". She doesn't sound exactly pleased to see him. "You look like one of those wastes of flesh from corporate. Human version.". She's the one with no soul around here, though, even though she has white hair.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Boredom, waiting is not the fun bit Reggie thinks, and then there is a poof of air, and sound and a woman with six arms. His eyes are going wide green willed with fear as he leaps up, stumbling back, knocking over the chair with a loud crash sound, as he stumbles out the words." Mr. Reginald Smith. Sent to meet with a Miss. Spiral. Are you she?" The words laced with fear, his hand is pushing those glasses back up, as he looks at the briefcase, expensive alligator leather, with code on the handle.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral had a building fall on her yesterday, she's been in better moods. Watching this guy jump up like he's been stung amuses her - but only slightly. Especially when he addresses her. "Miss Spiral? Is this a beauty competition? Do I look human to you?" she asks him.

"No. My name is Spiral. And I hate legal dramas.". She looks down at the briefcase too, and then over to him, curiously. And then looks around the room. She may be reckless and wild, but ... where's the trap? Surely it's not this guy on his own summoning her. Is he crazy?

She makes her way around the table in an elegant pirouette so she can remain on front of him. "Did you send me that invitation?" she asks, doubting. "What do you want. If you wanted to be made more powerful you're too late, that show got cancelled. Though even I have my limits.". She smirks, and looks him over again meaningfully. "So. Legal drama... or gothic horror? I can probably use a lawyers heart for a spell...".

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Kingpin....."The words tumble out of Reggie's mouth as he moves forward, opening the case, with a loud click, quick combo so quickly used in his mind. Out of the case is a tape Reggie's thumb pushing play, as he stands there waiting for the voice to fill the room.

The sound of a male speaking, powerful, friendly, charming comes out of the tape."Hello, Spiral. I hear your body shop is no longer in business, and this breaks my heart." A soft chuckle, the sound of a match can be heard next to the mic, as a inhale of a cigar or a cigarette is next, with a slight cough."I want to help you get back to work, back on your feet. Get those many arms working again; I will be opening a new body shop, hidden hard to find, secure. I will be right there in Hell's Kitchen, and I would be grateful if you could run it for me. I'll cover payment, the things you need to get the job done right. I want you to modify all you can see, make an army of happy workers, to seize the streets."

Reggie takes out paperwork slowly, placing it down on the table, with a black credit card as he looks from her to the card, scared as a little rabbit.

"Now then, you will be able to use this card to buy what is needed, of course, you can get cash off it. For people in the trade of parts always want cash and not a credit business. All I ask is for you to do your work, and when a request comes in, you honor it to the man paying for the lights; that seems fair, right? The paperwork is with the lawyer; he will be your primary contact." The tape clicks off now.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral listens to the voice. Sounds interesting, though she's wondering what the catch is - and that comes at the end. "He sounds fat. Why are they always fat." she mutters. "And it's not HIS shop. It's Spiral's body shop!~. She fumes silently a bit, but whatever.

She picks up the card with an incredulous look, peering at it. "A credit card??? Do you know who I am? You think they...". She dances some more, in place, from one foot to the other, putting the axe crazy in it's box.

"Fine. I'll do it.". She doesn't really see many downsides here, she can just... dance out of town, whenever she wants, after all. "So, you're my contact now, hmm? Your boss doesn't like being near the freaks?" she asks. "Do you?" she wonders, dancing to within arms reach.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Reggie watches the woman for a moment with a little chuckle, as he shakes his head."Now then, yes, you will call me for anything you need handled." He takes a phone out of the case setting it down, with a nod of his head."This will reach me if you need me." He does not seem happy with the new worker placed under him, but stiff upper lip Reggie."It is not that he is a very busy man, so much to run, and like all powerful men, he knows how to delegate out the work." He then takes out a golden pen as he starts to mark the places for her to sign on the paperwork.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral picks up the phone - and puts it into one of her leg pockets. So that's what they are for! Spandex and still having pockets. "Back to the legal drama." she grumbles. One hand picks up the legal papers, which naturally she cares zero for, one hand reaches for the pen, and two more hands reach out to turn him around so she can use his back for a desk.

She draws a spiral shape in all of the places he marks - and then sticks it to his back by stabbing the pen through his back. Ouch! Then she turns him around again. "All done!" she laughs.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Reggie picks up the paperwork checking it over as he then calls, saying it is done to activate the project. He takes out a key, placing it down on the table, with an address."That is your new Body Shop, have fun." With that, he turns to make his way out of the warehouse, with the paperwork leaving the briefcase. He needs a joint and brew, and maybe some coke, yes, that sounds good.

Spiral has posed:
Sounds like Spiral will be getting a new shop, and new playthings as well. She watches Reggie retreat for a few moments, smiling happily. She scoops up the key, shaking her head, and that goes into that pocket as well. Then she abruptly vanishes in a loud pop, leaving Reggie here, to see this new place of hers.

Probably for the best, for Reggie anyway.