3638/Reggie just wants a sandwich!

Reggie just wants a sandwich!
Date of Scene:	30 September 2020
Location:	Abandoned Warehouse
Synopsis:	Reggie has a very bad day, with Spiral's help.
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Spiral

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
Reggie had just sat down at his favorite gourmet sandwich, about to eat the best tuna melt in the city. His eyes glowing with pure passion, pure joy nothing better than this after a long night of parties, as he takes the first bite of that heavenly treat. With the last name he wanted to see, his phone dings mean he gets his sandwich, but not that happiness.

He sends back an address for the crazy woman, as he heads for his car out front, as he sighs softly. A single tear down his cheek, at the loss of a quiet day, as he guns the engine.

That warehouse is a different one, never the same one twice, he is sitting in the back in a pair of tight jeans and a leather jacket, and a Takishi69 basketball jersey, he is a skinny to the point of heroin chica, but it was his day off and dammit it not wearing no suit.

Spiral has posed:
Spiral wants to go visit him at his office, but instead gets fobbed off with another warehouse. This is really starting to annoy her. It's like she's got leprosy or something. Does this guy not want to be associated with her or something???

In any case, just like last time, she simply appears in front of Reggie at the aforementioned hour with a pop of displaced air. This time she doesn't have her powder blue suit on like last time, instead having a black suit that nevertheless manages to show a lot of skin, making it look somewhat black and white as she's fairly pale. Harlequin-like.

And she gets straight to business with Mr Punchable. "Are you even paying attention to what I'm doing?" she asks. "Have I got quotas to meet or something?".

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"The boss told ya to cause havoc, ya doing it?" Reggie watches the girl for a moment as he takes out a joint from that leather jacket, placing it between his teeth. A lighter is produced gold plated, as he sparks the flame as he inhales deeply into it, leaning back with those purple Nikes, as he looks into her eyes."I have been told you are doing fine. He has not called or texted or emailed about you. Either he is pleased, or does not care. You pick, is that all?"

Spiral has posed:
"Even if I was, would you know?" Spiral asks. "You are not paying attention to where I live." she accuses. "Also, I've had lots of people just... wandering through my Shop. You said it was going to be secret. Even I could do a better job than this.".

"Also...". She narrows her white eyes. 'Is that all?' riled her up a bit, and while she sent Psylocke to rustle this guy she seems to be taking too long to do it. She puts a furry boot on the armrest of his chair, so she can all the better loom over him. "Are there others like me recently hired?" she asks. She isn't a telepath, so she has to do things the hard way! Like, asking.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Nope, you're the only hire, NDA you signed one." Reggie watches her for a moment, as he flicks that joint down on to the ground, as he stomps it to death with that purple Nike."Yeah, well, if they stumble in some times, it's cause we sent em to be changed. Or, maybe they are there for work. Need me to send security? We thought ya could handle it. Need us to do that little lady?"

Spiral has posed:
The only NDAs Spiral cares about are the ones Mojo makes her agree to. And those, only because he's a god-being, even if he is totally addled. And "little lady"? Not only is she 5'10", but... That really annoys her, quite visibly so.

"You might have the correct number of arms, but I am the Time Dancer of Death. I do not appreciate human worms like yourself using me as if I was a pet in a cage. You DID send those people to me...". Suspicions - confirmed. "You didn't even tell me. Like sending meat to a lion, hmm? I prefer doing that MY way, not yours.".

One hand reaches out to quite gently but firmly take hold of him by the front of his shirt, and haul him upright - maybe even an inch or two above upright! "The least that will happen is me telling my friends all about you unless you start doing what I want for once. No more guests! I wanted secrecy, that was the deal.".

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Reggie is freaking out now, as he is struggle kicking his feet. His eyes going wide, no-one touches him like this and I mean, if they do Kingpin saves him, but maybe he is in trouble. His lips curling into a frown, of pure fear."I mean....like ......I didn't send em, oh man like they should have called ya right.....ya know....."The smell of pee and the smell, of pure fear.

Spiral has posed:
"Yes, I could deal with people wandering through or parking their trucks right outside, like my lab is some public highway, but I'm a six armed FREAK and it's not like I can move them along without the whole world knowing. That's why I got found out the first time. I wanted to keep out of sight. Ugh.". Spiral might be ax crazy but messing with lil worms like this isn't really her bag, so she puts him down.

"You just wanted me turned loose and didn't really care about secrecy at all. I'm being dangled... like bait. No more! You can tell your boss that I am available if he wants his... soldiers or bodyguards upgraded, but not some trash that he sends wandering through my place, expecting me to just turn them loose.". She's got most of her gear back after all, and now she's getting uppity! Loyalty isn't exactly what she's known for.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Reggie is nodding his eyes so wide, as he starts nod nod nod as he starts to rock back and forth. But he is passing out from the fear, as he goes limp in her arms.

Spiral has posed:
Unbelievable. Now she's almost feeling sorry for him. Almost. But. Well, so long as the money keeps flowing, and if her place is left alone, she guesses she'll just leave it there. Apparently threatening the guy was not the way to go! Or... maybe the perfect way to go. She does love playing with people after all, like a villainous cat.

A slow smirk spreads across her face, and then she does a dance, swiftly teleporting home. If she remembers, poor Reggie might have an interesting life until she gets bored again.