3505/Bully spirals down to the Shop

Bully spirals down to the Shop
Date of Scene:	22 September 2020
Location:	Spiral's Body Shop
Synopsis:	Surprisingly pleasant, Spiral and Bullseye seem to get on...
Cast of Characters:	Spiral, Bullseye

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Spiral has posed:
The Body Shop is back in business, but now it's Kingpin's body shop, technically. Naturally, Spiral chafes under that reality but is busy stealing as much as she can for when its time to go independent. She knew making some crappy cyborgs would attract eyes good and bad, and sure enough, she got her wishes.

It's a nondescript office building, quite legally owned by a shell company of a shell company, and with some reasonable security on it. It's also mostly empty aside from a couple of rooms where the fun happens - one filled with a mix of alien and earthly technology all concerned with biological and cybernetic engineering, and one pretty much for chilling out. No bed though, Spiral doesn't trust anybody here enough to actually SLEEP where Wilson Fisk runs the show, especially when she can teleport.

It's been a busy week, but now she's getting somewhere with a pile of books to read and technological marvels to play with. Spiral herself is lazing in a chair, her many arms spread over a desk, and one of them holding a book which she's flicking through. Seems normal enough, aside from the six arms and her penchant for spandex.

Bullseye has posed:
    Technology.

    Ugh.

    Bullseye, the psychotic hitman with a literal target on his forehead, was never the biggest fan of advanced science. You give him a gun? Fine. He's good. But anything more sophisticated than a military-grade sniper rifle, and you're dealing with something way more complicated than needs to be. After all, this is a guy who throws playing cards. No need for the bells and whistles --- which brings us to Spiral's Body Shop.

    You see, one of his most recent clients has paid top dollar for Bullseye to take out a target whose paranoia --- rumor has it --- has led them down the path of "cybernetic enhancements." What that actually meant to Bullseye was very little, but you never want to walk into a situation blind. Hence, his presence here. Standing outside the front door of the Body Shop in full uniform under his long, black coat, Bullseye keeps an eye out for any security cameras. All he knows is the name "Spiral."

Spiral has posed:
Well, Kingpin did promise her it would be secure and secret, so there's presumably something out there, but Spiral actually hasn't bothered to check, and probably won't, given so many people have waltzed in here today with a by your leave. It's probably just your basic camera and security system, security through inconspicuousness or something like that.

In fact Spiral needs to have words about the 'security' in this place. It's been a joke so far!

Bullseye has posed:
    KNOCK-KNOCK.

    Bullseye isn't much for subtlety, and a place like this? In the middle of the Tenderloin?, no less You've gotta make some noise if you're trying to be taken seriously. He lights up a cigarette and paces out front, waiting for someone to open the door. He takes note of the building's security set-up once more before glancing over at his black Harley parked a few feet away.

    "C'mon, open up, you bastard," he grumbles to himself. "I got places to be..."

Spiral has posed:
What the. Well, at least this one is knocking. The book goes down, and because she looks like a freak, not least in her own eyes, she gets up on one foot and pirouettes around in a dance, casting a cloak of invisibility over herself.So cloaked from prying eyes, she heads out into the reception room of this office - actually looking around in faint curiosity herself. She hardly ever comes out here.

Oh look, there's someone at the door. She thought she would have goons to handle this! Something else she needs to talk to Kingpin about. The invisible Spiral goes over to the door, nudges it open. This guy looks like a customer or something, after all. Then she hurriedly backs off into a corner, and drops the invisibility before he can really prowl on in and see, so from his point of view the door just opened on its own, and if he goes in, she'll be standing in the corner.

Bullseye has posed:
    With a sneer, the masked assassin slowly saunters in, taking in his surroundings. Certainly not the insane-sounding laboratory his informant had mentioned. He expected Stark-level amounts of robots rolling around, nerds in goggles and labcoats rushing by with their clipboards talking about "transistors" and fuckin' "destabilizers" or whatever. Instead, this... was a waiting room? A fuckin' lobby?

    Rubbing at his chin, he arches an eyebrow. "Can I get some help here?" This guy's thuggish, raspy voice also happens to house an unmistakable Bronx accent. "I'm lookin' for a Spiral? There a Spiral here or what?"

Spiral has posed:
Spiral doesn't have a whole corporate at her beck and call, just Wilson Fisk's leavings and a few things she had squirrelled away before Mojo banished her. Anyway. She steps out of the shadows, looking over the newcomer with a distinct lack of being impressed. He reminds her of the three random thugs who tried to break in earlier and got their ass thoroughly kicked. He's a bit better dressed, but she's arrogant, so... in she goes.

"Not another one.". She has a couple of swords, but they stay on the belt at least so far, though two of her hands linger on the hils. One of her other hands points at him. "Another fool seeking Spiral?". A slight pause. "Are you a god of war or any such? Because otherwise you better say why you're here before what little patience I have is exhausted.".

Bullseye has posed:
    Bullseye blinks.

    He's trying HARD not to mention anything about the arms, but in the current world they live in, can he really be surprised? He shakes his head and decides not to antagonize this freakshow -- let's be honest -- and answers her question. "God o' war? I mean, not officially, but if you want me to roll out the resume, I'm gonna need some time. But hey, you look like you got shit to do, so I'll make this quick."

    He clears his throat and meets Spiral's eyes. He doesn't flinch, doesn't stammer. This is a job, after all. "Cybernetic tech. Robotics, or whatever the fuck. I know you do it, here, and I don't give a shit. What I DO give a shit about, is that sometime in the last week, you had some guy come in here pissin' his pants lookin' to probably get himself outfitted with the soup du jour. Asian guy, last named 'Chung.' Mid-40's. Kinda guy with enough money to throw it in people's face, but turn lily-white when someone checks 'em on it. Probably why he came here in the first place. I need information on what you gave him, and where he went after."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral's white, faintly glowing eyes widen slightly. Well, this one actually talks sense. "Finally, a human with sense.". She leans back against the wall and crosses one furry boot over the other, her hands leaving the hilts of her swords as she plays nice. "Chung.". She sighs. "I think I know the one you mean. So many humans who wilfully throw away their humanity... seeking fulfillment by twisting their forms into something they are not. There's usually a price for that, one the wise see before it happens. Chung was not wise. He was terrified, in fact.". Spiral smirks at the memory.

"But he was smart enough to specify 'subtle'. The Body Shop's customers always leave satisfied." she assures. "So nothing... visually unappealing. He wanted the usual, younger, better looking, stronger... No weapons. I don't think he'd know what to do with them. I'm all out of adamantium anyway.".

One arm points at one of the cameras in here. "A different face, now. Something like this.". She dances again, arms circling and pointing in weird patterns as she does so, and an obviously unreal but easy enough to see image appears between them, of a young asian man, 20s perhaps, looking a bit studly. "This one." she says, still dancing.

Bullseye has posed:
    "Wait a goddamn second," Bullseye spits out in disbelief, pulling out his burner phone and sifting through a few pictures. His eyes go wide, and a devious smile creeps across his face, heralding a scoff. "Jesus titty-fucking Christ -- all that scratch and this fuckin' moron just decides to look like his younger self?" He snickers to himself, clapping the phone closed and stuffing it back into his coat. His hands are on his hips as he addresses Spiral, again. "Alright, last thing. How much he pay you, exactly?"

Spiral has posed:
"I don't know, I don't get paid directly. I am not an EMPLOYEE, I am a mutant from another dimension! I work for equipment and books, valuable things, not human money.". Though Spiral does have a credit card tucked into one of those pockets. It's mainly about not wanting to be a mere worker bee, no point going from one godly boss to a more earthly boss after all, but fate is a funny thing.

"I don't suppose you would consider being a client as well? It might be better to wait for some upgrades coming in.... you have the look of one who would seek rather less frivolous enhancement, and I would hate for you to rust as a result.". She smirks a bit. She would love him to rust, but after her little speech she has to make it a bit more enticing again!

Bullseye has posed:
    It hasn't quite hit Bullseye, yet, that she's from another dimension, but then again -- we're looking at a guy who's just really good at throwing shit. Baby steps.

    "You do you, sweetheart," Bullseye replies, almost skeptically, by the tone of his voice. Paid in equipment, books, and valuable things? Who the fuck is this, the six-armed Little Mermaid? "But as for being a client... tell you what, you let me know when get some o' that adamantium back in stock, and I'll consider it. At the moment, though? I don't got 'the look' of anyone or anything other than the fuckin' machine I already am. But I 'ppreciate the sales pitch."

Spiral has posed:
Spiral's dragged Hercules off to jail, but also got downed by being shot in the back by an ordinary human, so her plot armour is thin, which is the most important thing anybody can have. Still, even though she wouldn't like a dagger in the eye, she's infamously reckless, so she just snorts at the scepticism from this apparent worm.

"The very words I live by. And... you're not a machine yet. But the Body Shop can change that..." she tells him, with that smirk again. "Never mind, I avoid coercing my customers. The next time you wished you were bulletproof you can come to me, and we'll see what you'll be willing to trade for your dreams.".

Then, the matter about how half of New York has traipsed thorugh her secret, if humble, lair. "... How did you find out about this place?".

Bullseye has posed:
    "You know how they say 'violence doesn't solve nothin?' Yeah, well," he says with a simple shrug, "those folks don't hit hard enough." Bullseye's already seen a little bit of what this lady can do. Stealth, magic, swords and tech -- best not to piss her off in her own place by lying. Hell, he's got nothing to lose anyway. "Once I heard that Charlie Chan mighta went the way of a human toaster, I put some boots to the ground and found a couple of bangers with similar tech. They say the 'Body Shop' in the TL, I come through, and here I am. Who knew a few shurikens to the eye socket could make people so agreeable?" He laughs. He's either joking, or really, really not.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral seems to accept his words at face value with a nod. Makes sense. "I see.... well. Yet again, more security and more care, I think. Or... cortex bombs, or memory wipes, or something. I will have to ponder. I hope for their sake that any eyeless customers come here looking to be repaired after what you have told me.".

She pushes off from the wall and makes her way over to him in a weird, dancing step. "But at least I'll know what happened to their eyes." she says with a more genuine smile, though given the subject that's a bit ominous. "The second human I've met here who knows how to get things done. Is there anything else I can help you with?" she wonders.

Bullseye has posed:
    Bullseye smirks. He's definitely getting the picture as she approaches him. "Not a thing," he says matter-of-factly. "But thanks for the help. Seeing as we're probably on the same side of the law here, however, tell you what -- outta professional courtesy, you ever need anybody scrubbed out? Remember the name 'Bullseye.' You saved me a ton o' work, no reason I shouldn' do the same for you down the line." The assassin might not be a social butterfly, but boy, does he love expanding his network. Offering to kill someone at a discount for Spiral wasn't a big deal to him -- after all, the money's the real bonus -- but it could potentially be a big deal to her. Guess we'll see.

    

Spiral has posed:
Spiral is a freak who is usually attacked on sight by any who know her, so he's probably more of a social butterfly than she is! She just nods, accepting the offer in the spirit in which it is given. "Bullseye. A new name, I think.. even in my twisted history.".

She shrugs though, waving one hand a bit dismissively. "I sense you might want money for it, but I'm sure some sort of arrangement can be made. But at the moment my main friends, like Psylocke, I hope to be mine alone.".

She then pirouettes over to the door out of here, making sure she's out of line of sight of prying eyes from outside the building, her back to a wall. "As you said, I have plenty of work to do. If you're looking for me in the future, ask around for me, and I will probably show. You know my name.".

Bullseye has posed:
    And with a simple nod, Bullseye starts to make his way towards the door. With the information he needed and a new contact (and potential ally) waiting in the wings, he was now this much closer to making another half a million -- not bad for such a simple gig. Glancing at Spiral before eventually ending up outside, Bullseye doesn't attempt to make this farewell anything more than what it needs to be and calmly gets to his motorcycle. He takes a seat, starts the bike and revs the engine before giving the relatively low-key exterior of the Body Shop one last look.

    "This fuckin' city," he says with a snicker.