Owner	Pose
River Banks	River is almost never late. When she is, it's never her fault. Definitely 'Bat activity' was the one reason she gave the one time but she went right to work cleaning and didn't expound over nothin'.     Today she was not only late, by a whole fifteen minutes (which in the US can actually cost you your job!), but she's injured. She's got a black eye. Her ear is stitched up. She has bruises along her neck and disappearing under the POWDERKEG T-shirt she was wearing under a men's jacket that was several sizes too large for her.     "Mr. Cole Ah am *so sorry*--" she begins, voice rough. "There was an accident last night, an' my lil' brother ended up bein' late an' missin' the bus ta school this morning--" she calls out as soon as she bursts through the door.
Cole Cash	Cole has not seen River the last couple days, leaving a note he was going to talk with someone in Atlantic City and leaving the workbench with a shotgun half-assembled. Clearly, left in a hurry. And now he is back, peering from the door behind the counter, looking grumpy and sleep deprived. As usual, he needs a shave... no, he needs a haircut. "Hello," beat, "I hate this day already, for the record." And River seems to bring more good news. Truth is he doesn't care much about how late she could be. This shop is not for people in a hurry and he doesn't really believe in punctuality. "Who did that to you? I hope they look worse."
River Banks	River pauses as she looks down. She raises her good arm to press against the stitched-up wound on her shoulder.     "Yeah. Ah hate this day pretty much too." she breathes out. She hadn't asked about who he was gonna talk to in Atlantic City. She didn't touch any of the guns. She kept messages neat and tidy and the shop had been spotless when he came in.     "Sabertooth decided he needed to prove a point." is all she says.     And she doesn't expound. And doesn't look like she wants to expound.     "What's on the docket for today?"
Cole Cash	"Great, you should take a few days off, you look like shit," replies Cole with a grunt. "Creed stole a teleporting pet from my... uh, my maybe-dead buddy's daughter. Who is so dumb she is going to get killed trying to recover it." He would explain the whole Atlantic City thing, but he would have to change so many details that it would be a 90% lie, so he summarizes. "And my not-so-buddy by definitely alive guy that should fix it happens to be busy with spy stuff, so... what are you doing about Sabretooth?"
River Banks	"Ah can't *afford* ta take days off. Ah don't got maybe-dead buddies. I got *bills* an' unfortunately one's owned by..." she trails off, and holds the jacket in her arms a moment before she hangs it up.     "'Sides. Workin's good. Get my mind offa things I can't do nothin' about. Which is what Ah can do 'bout Sabretooth. Nothin'. He's too strong, too fast an' heals up too quick. All it ever's gonna do is piss him off. An' next time..." she pauses a moment, and then she grabs her spraybottle and rags and starts to clean up the display cases.     "... Ah gotta think about keepin' my brother safe. That's number one, Mr. Cash."
Cole Cash	"I was thinking on building a napalm flamethrower, myself," that should give Creed's regeneration abilities a good workout, at least. But it actually doesn't work as a long-term solution either. He shakes his head. "I guess maybe we can find some people with a grudge against him willing to lend a hand. He has managed to make enemies of virtually everyone that has crossed his path and survived in the last half a century. I know people that know people."
River Banks	"an' how much is that gonna cost?" River asks, pragmatically. "Ah'm supposed to be keepin' my life clean. This was supposed to be a new start." she gives a sidelong look at Cole.     "And nah. Like I said, probably would only piss him off more." she frowns. "I don't have a whole lotta contacts in this area from my old life, an' the only one I know of who encountered Sabertooth's not talking anymore."
Cole Cash	Like Cole is made of money, "the trick is not paying," he notes. "Vengeful folks will work from free, and also the righteous vigilantes. So... we'll see. If only I had a little more time." Unfortunately, it doesn't seem Roxy is the patient type. Kids nowadays (and their damn alien teleporting pets). "Do you know where is he right now?"