Scene #2549: Bail Wesley Out Of Holding/A Scion Appears, Wesley Wilson Arrives!

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Wesley Wilson	It's a New York like many others. The thing that makes this world stand out is likely the fact that housecats rule their society from behind the scenes. So, it looks more or less identical to any standard modern Earth society. Wesley's had to stop his call, and now he's back in a cell, laying with his arms behind his head. He doesn't have his guitar with him at the moment, so he's just chilling out with his eyes closed, waiting for people to arrive. It's pretty late at night here, and he doesn't really -look- like he's been in a fight.
Xiaomu	As long as the cats don't mind a fox stopping by, there should be no problems. Xiaomu - in her usual red vest over black qipao - heads into the front of the police station, carrying her usual staff (resting against her shoulder more often than not) and looks for the desk sergeant. "There was a guy who made a call asking someone to bail him out; I'm here to check up on him and possibly to cover his bail." She's still hoping they'll take a Japanese credit card from another world ... she rarely has that much cash on hand that isn't already going to be spent on something. Also, she's trying to remember if the guy gave his name.
Cory	Cory's idea of being discrete is hiding her tail under the skirt she's wearing. Her outfit is red and blue right now - a red shirt, blue skirt, and snazzy-looking boots. Lots of skin showing for arms and legs! It's not discrete enough because she arrives via FLIGHT, coming in lower over the city line following her GPS and landing next to Xiaomu with a THUMP... Unlike Xiaomu's polite entrance, the more excitable Cory bursts into the place with a cheery somersault halfway across the room and goes skidding past her. "Whooooo! MAde it! Where is this guy?!"
Sanary Rondel	Showing up at the police station, Sanary looks strangely out of place despite the police officer uniform she's wearing. Is it the gunaxe dangling off her belt instead of a pistol? Or perhaps it's her hat being a little too big for her head and the uniform looking as if it should be on someone much larger than her? Maybe even the eyepatch keeping the gap of her left eye obscured? Or it could just be the fact that the cop uniform's several decades out of date. Either way, she heads inside after spotting Xiaomu entering, eventually stepping up behind her to offer the desk sergeant a quick salute with a gloved hand. "Evening, ma'am. Sir. I'm here to pick up the new guy. Got a transfer order for..." She struggles a bit to pronounce "Chicago", clearly not used to saying that word still. It's so... Foreign and weird. She does jump a bit at Cory's sudden entrance, though, giving her long look and snickering into her hand before tipping her hat to the Saiyan as well. "Ma'ams."
Wesley Wilson	"A man named Wesley Wilson is the last of the bunch of thugs to get a phone call. Are you from the Multiverse?" the sergeant asks, as if familiar with these things. "Go on back, Officer Bailey will lead you." He points to the officer waiting at the door to the hall of cells, who's already unlocking and opening it for them to head in behind him. The desk sergeant just sort of -stares- at Sanary. "You know, I can arrest you for that." he warns, apparently not being in a Saturday morning cartoon world, unfortunately! If only Sanary was a cat. Wesley opens his eyes when people start entering, though he mostly looks only mildly interested, waiting to see who's actually here to bust him out.
Scarlet Everille	Scarlet deliberately delays going in until the louder crowd has passed. Anything she can do to avoid being associated with the chaotic jumble of multiversals who stick out like a sore thumb would be beneficial, both in the sense of being allowed in under favourable circumstances, and maintaining her own image. She feeds the duty cop a line about coming to pick up her sister's boyfriend before some crazy multiversal gets ahold of him and carts him off somewhere dangerous, pulling off the embarrassed and apologetic routine like a professional actress. It helps that she's the most ordinary looking person there as well, and neither too young or too old to draw attention. She steps into the back room at the rear of the crowd, briefly assessing the other three gathered as she subtly cranks up the passive effects of Circle Ceint. The perception altering magic immediately makes her out as the immediate center of the room, and in fact, completely out of place in downtown New York, being just a little too pretty and composed to have grown up in the Big Apple. The move is deliberate. She can spot Wesley's divine nature from the moment she walks in, and assumes that she is no doubt the only one who can. The others will probably just waste this chance out of altruism. "Apologies for being late." she says in a far less flustered manner than at the front desk, immediately switching to the kind of tone that sounds like she fully expects everyone had been waiting on her with bated breath. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a thick wad of contemporary american twenties, flicking them through her fingers. "Let's make this short, shall we?"
Xiaomu	Well, Xiaomu's not alone, so maybe it won't be AS expensive. She bows to the sergeant, "Yep, that's us, the Multiverse ..." She glances over her shoulder at Cory, Sanary, and Scarlet, raising her eyebrows a bit at Sanary's weapon. (Yes, at the WEAPON, not at the outfit.) Then she shrugs and follows Officer Bailey in, not planning to do anything untoward or illegal or otherwise troublesome for the local cops. It's already kind of a relief that they're just taking the three arrivals in stride like this ... She pauses outside the cell to look Wesley Wilson over, an ear perking up a bit at Scarlet's cover story. Well, if she can make it work ... "You look pretty sober for someone who was picked up for fighting while drunk," she remarks. "How long since the fight?" He also looks like he's in pretty good shape for what reportedly happened ... and something about him is making the fur on her ears stand up, or feels like it.
Cory	This leaves Cory looking at first quizzically at Xiaomu and then disapprovingly at Scarlet and Sanary. "Didn't anyone hear me call dibs? Anyone?"
Sanary Rondel	"You... Could." Sanary nods slowly at the officer as she puts on something akin to a complete blank face, immediately regretting her choice of disguise. It's not necessarily a /bad/ one, but in this context... She'll need to take acting classes one day. At least getting to the cell isn't nearly as difficult as it could have been. She opens her mouth briefly before shutting it and simply nodding, then scurries to follow the others to Wesley's cell. Then again, maybe it was the weapon that threw the whole thing off after all. If Xiaomu's giving it those looks, and if none of the other officers have these sorts of weapons... Well, it's a learning experience. Spotting Wesley and raising an eyebrow at Scarlet's appearance, the axe healer eventually chuckles lightly before turning back to the man in the cell. "Don't you feel lucky? Four lovely ladies coming to visit... D-dibs?" She actually looks somewhat confused at that, and glances from Cory to the others for confirmation. "Is that a... Is that a thing I should know about?"
Wesley Wilson	"Like a while, I guess. I slept it off. That shit just burns through me pretty quick, unless it's like, the really -strong- stuff." Wesley sits up, cracking his neck as he moves it from side to side. "And I healed a little. Plus I didn't get blood on me, I mean, it wasn't -that- bad. Just glad my shirt didn't get ripped or some shit." He stands up now, walking toward the bars. He carries himself with the air of a common petty criminal, but something about his look, about his features, the way his hair moves, and even the way that he seems to take for granted the fact that he's getting out of here. There's something 'grand' behind it all. "Hell, man, I'm gonna be the Fight God one day. If I ain't visited by sexy ladies now, I ain't ever gonna make it there." he explains, just as he presses his forehead against one of the bars, staring at Scarlet. "I wanna hear what her deal is, she smells rich. Anybody who can get me out without gettin' me a worse criminal record is who I'm goin' with. So what's the favor?"
Scarlet Everille	"Dibs is something that small children use to assert the order in which they are allowed to attempt something, since they're too young to maturely resolve some kinds of situations without fights." Scarlet explains oh so helpfully to Sanary. She doesn't even look at Cory, and in fact, doesn't sound condescending at all, but the incredibly backhanded nature of the comment is completely clear, if still deniable. She smile she graces Wesley with is simultaneously inoffensively pleasant and totally self-assured. "I assure you, your criminal record will come out of this looking cleaner than before. Something as simple as a barfight is simple enough to deal with, especially in America~" Let's be honest. The NYPD is not known for its rigorous, upstanding nature. Something about the way she says it though, makes it instantly sound like a foregone conclusion. "The favour is very simple. I want you to sign a contract. It's not complicated, so I can explain the terms right now."
Xiaomu	"Didn't hear a thing," Xiaomu replies casually to Cory. "But then, we're already on the same side." She's not actually sure about the other two. Xiaomu can't exactly call Sanary out for cosplay ... although walking into a police station, dressed AS a cop (from another era, another world, or whatever) is in somewhat poor taste by the sage fox's standards. Scarlet is just unfamiliar. "So. Fight God to be, you say? Which pantheon?" the foxy troubleshooter asks Wesley, her tone still casual. "And I'm willing to pay your bail, or help split the cost with whomever else, just to see how you are in the field against other monsters." Scarlet mentions a 'contract,' though, and Xiaomu is IMMEDIATELY put on edge. "You'd better have a copy of that contract people can read before committing him to sign it, lady."
Cory	"Excuse me? I think I just heard someone saying they wanna be slapped into the sky!" Cory growls Scarlet's way. Oh she's probably not so undisciplined as to actually DO it, but the mention of a contract ends with her smirking once. There's a CRACK from pure energy. White 'fire' seems to engulf Cory, putting the barest of winds through the area. "You leave my next opponent alone. I wanna see what a Fight God can do!"
Sanary Rondel	Sanary grins at that bit of ego stroking from Wesley, crossing her arms in front of her even with how unflattering her current outfit is. In addition to being gaudy as hell, it's not even fitting all that well! Xiaomu's definitely right in considering it being in poor taste, and the uniform doesn't even fit all that well. At least the desk sergeant didn't push that issue too much. She turns to Scarlet with a slow nod at the explanation, eventually looking between her and Cory with a curious grin. Her desire to watch a fight is overshadowed by her desire to get out of there safely, though, and she glances over at Scarlet and Xiaomu for assistance before approaching Cory slowly with an awkward smile. "Hey now, Cory. You can fight the guy once we're out of here, alright? But... We do have to leave first." She glances at the others again, then pats her own pockets. "So... Does anyone even have America dollars?"
Wesley Wilson	"Aesir." Wesley answers Xiaomu pretty casually, then just -stares- at Xiaomu. "I ain't readin' no freakin' contract. Maybe -you- can read it. But it ain't a big deal, as long as she explains it and ain't tryin' to get me into some slave deal. So, yeah, you read it." he states to Xiaomu, shrugging it off. "I ain't a Fight God yet, but I'll fight you when I get out. You seem pretty strong. You've got, like, power and shit. Don't go doin' nothin' crazy, lemme get outta jail first." He crosses his arms, then just kind of waits. "So what's the contract? I don't give a shit about gettin' rich too much. I've got an apartment, I make some cash playin' guitar in bars."
Scarlet Everille	Scarlet turns around briefly to speak into her radio, specifically over the secure Union channels, much like taking a sudden business call. Seemingly satisfied after a minute, she turns back to pull a slim, black folder from out of her bag. "It's nothing complicated, and you won't find any fine print. In fact, nothing I don't verbally communicate can be held as binding." What she actually produces certainly doesn't look like a legal document. Most of the page is taken up by absurdly complex calligraphy in the form of a magic circle. "In exchange for paying your legal fees and removing this incident from your criminal record, you are obligated to return a one time favour, which is only valid for a one year period from now. Within this year, I may request that you drop whatever you're doing in order to engage in physical combat with an adversary or adversaries of my choosing. You are expected to comply with all reasonable haste, and to fight to the best of your ability. The opposing party will not be suicidally outside of your ability to handle, nor will it be a human being or likewise who has committed no wrong. The battle is not required to be to the death, and if at any point it becomes clear that you are extremely likely to be killed, you have permission to withdraw. You are permitted to choose the battleground for the purpose of minimizing damage if it can be guaranteed the opponent will accept. If your enemy flees, you are not obligated to pursue. A 24 hour period is the maximum amount of time a fight can be considered to be in progress, after which the contract is fulfilled." "Now. How does that sound?"
Xiaomu	Xiaomu is going to have to let Scarlet explain the contract, because the sage fox has no idea. Fortunately, she's already doing that - and Xiaomu glances briefly at the paper if she can see it; otherwise she just listens. That actually seems like a pretty fair contract ... and since Scarlet turns out to be not only on the same side, but part of Heaven or Hell, the sage fox just ran out of reasons to object. "Apart from that contract," Xiaomu says, "and independent of her offer - I just wanted to see if you'd like to work for my home organization, a Japanese government agency which specializes in maintaining peaceful relations between humans and supernatural beings. I'm not empowered to make a formal offer at the moment, but I wanted to ask about if you're interested or not." She smiles, planting her staff lightly next to her with her left hand, and offers Wesley her right hand. "All of that said, I'm Xiaomu, agent of Shinra. Good to make your acquaintance one way or the other, Mr. Wilson; I hope we'll be allies rather than enemies." ... although on that note, Xiaomu spares Cory a glance. "I don't mind if you tussle with him if he doesn't mind, but you'll take it away from populated or built-up areas first and keep it there, right?" she asks with a good-natured grin.
Wesley Wilson	"I fight, that's what I do. I ain't gonna join nothin'. I don't care about savin' the world, don't care about peace, I don't care about war, and I don't care about takin' over anything. I just fight." Wesley reaches his arm through the bar, reaching at Scarlet. "I'll sign, gimmie the pen and stuff. I'd do it without the contract. I don't care, I fight." "I ain't interested in hurtin' people who ain't done nothin', but like, yeah, I'll fight."
Cory	After a minor bit of clarification of things, Cory kills the aura. She looks simultaneously boggly, embarassed, and like she's on the verge of childishly exploding. Surprisingly though, she doesn't do that and instead folds her arms. For a Saiyan teen, that's probably top-notch anger management. As is the forced breathing that follows. Ignoring Scarlet for the moment she instead focuses on Xiaomu, doing her best to restore the cheery face. "Come on, have I -ever- blown up a city or any part of it yet? Why doesn't anyone have any faith in me?" Well if anyone did look it up, this is true. No excessive collateral or incidents of flipping out in cities on her record whatsoever! ... very surprising for a Saiyan indeed.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's face starts to go slightly limp as Scarlet details the terms of her contract, her gaze shifting from Cory to Xiaomu to Wesley before finally going back to Scarlet. She opens her mouth to say something, pauses, then lets out a confused grunt before sighing. That all just went right over her head. Xiaomu's easier to understand, at least, and the healer follows the sage fox's introduction with a quick salute. "Right! Uh. Sanary Rondel. Healer for the Confederacy and Murasame Zaibatsu. If you want to join up with us, we've got great benefits and we don't have as much... Er." How can put this without offending Scarlet? "... Long, confusing, boring contract stuff." Smooth. "Hell, I got in just fine." She laughs lightly at Cory's response to Xiaomu, nodding after a moment. "Ah, we worked together pretty well that one time, right? Catching that weird... Cult person. Nothing blew up, even!"
Xiaomu	"Less worried about you than him this time," Xiaomu grins. She seems slightly taken aback by Wesley's casual rejection of 'joining anything' or 'caring about peace' - but not caring about war either is sort of welcome to hear. On the other hand, Xiaomu's personal experience of Cory's fighting methods includes both positive and negative experiences from up close and personal. Positive includes surprisingly gentle handling when there was an abrupt game of catch with some crazy joker. Negative includes almost getting blown up when Cory ki-grenaded a beast that Xiaomu was trying to toreador her way over the back of. Granted, the sage fox is still here to reminisce ... and Sanary then confirms she's with the Confederacy. Plus a Zaibatsu.. Xiaomu looks ever so slightly askance at Sanary, then shrugs it off. "Doesn't sound like he'd want to sign on your dotted line either, Ms. Rondel," she says more or less casually. Internally, Xiaomu is about set to head home, check recharging batteries, and sleep, if nothing else needs her here.
Cory	"Chikorri, Cory for short. Time Patroller... in training!" Cory's grin is kind of infectious, in a way. Once the moment of anger has pssed it's right back to boundless cheer! Well, pretty wild cheer too. Both her hands come up behind her head, hands folded together. Apparently she has no problem whatsoever with a dude who just fights to fight!
Scarlet Everille	"Some people say that men without ideals are the most trustworthy kind." Scarlet says to Wesley, completely offhandedly. "Forgive me for not taking that big of a chance with someone I just met, but if you turn out to be reliable, I might call you in the future." She swivels the folder out to serve as a platform for the paper, taking Wesley's hand in her much smaller, more delicate one, and pressing it over the circle. "Oh there's no need for a pen! Just be warned though. If you fail to make a reasonable effort or deliberately lose your fight, you'll be cursed~" She wiggles her fingers with a grin, before placing her hand down on top of the half-god's. There isn't much of a lightshow. The magic is extremely low-key in visible effect. It isn't even clear that Scarlet has done anything until the paper suddenly turns black and crumbles to ash beneath Wesley's fingers with a dull, reverberating echo just too faint to make out the origin of. He shouldn't feel all that different, save for the unbidden thought that what he's agreed to is very, very serious. Subsequently, she hands over a small stack of bills. "Cab fare, dinner, and whatever the barkeep might have charged you for broken glasses or stools. I'll arrange something with the officer now." She turns on her heel with a little wave over her shoulder. "It's Scarlet by the way. Scarlet Everille. I'm not sure you'll even remember, but it's only polite after all." She shoots Sanary a surreptitiously triumphant look on the way out, a little microaggression at having beaten the Confederacy in this small, insignificant way.
Wesley Wilson	"Ain't interested in none of that. I'll sign this contract that says I can fight. That's the best offer so far." Wesley says with a shrug, then nods. "Wesley Wilson." he introduces in person this time. "It ain't no big deal. My whole family would be pissed if I went breakin' deals and shit anyway. I've gotta like, uphold honor and all that stupid bullshit. I don't get it, but I know it ain't honorable to break a contract, I guess." He doesn't sound sure, but he's going with it. "I'll remember, 'cause we're goin' on a date." he says, after taking his hand back and looking his fingers over. He's heard stories of things like this before, and been warned about them. He knows the deal. "So let's get me sprung."
Sanary Rondel	"Ah, worth a shot." Chuckling lightly, Sanary shrugs at Xiaomu before taking her hat off and waving it off idly. The sweat really builds up in those old uniforms! "Still, not a bad idea to ask around if any of you are interested." She's really too relaxed about the factional war, isn't she? That, or she just doesn't know Xiaomu nor Scarlet are even associated with the Union yet. "But.. Yeah. Got a pretty open policy, and I can probably put in a good word or two if you need it." Sanary actually seems somewhat relieved at Scarlet's exit, even giving her an appreciative grin at handling the payment issue. That triumphant look only seems to confirm to the healer that they're all on the same page rather than being on opposite sides at all! Plus, the mention of a date between Wesley and Scarlet only serves to make her assumptions even further off base.
Cory	This display of magic, followed by Wesley declaring a DATE will ensue, prompts a profoundly irritated look to FLARE up on Chikorri's face. She's barely holding back the urge to GROWL - or perhaps yell. It's not a pretty aface to look at.
Xiaomu	That's the first Xiaomu's heard about a date from this evening - but as long as it's not a date with her, it doesn't need to be her business. And speaking of business ... it seems to be concluded. So the sage fox has more pressing places to be, like 'home' and 'in bed'. She bows her head briefly to Wesley, then to the other ladies, and to Officer Bailey, before heading back to the front office, signing out if need be, and taking her leave.
Scarlet Everille	Whatever face Cory is making is beyond Scarlet's concern (even if it probably is really funny). As soon as she's out the door, she's back to being contrite and embarrassed, handing over exactly 300 american dollars and returning to the cab outside, still running up the meter.
Wesley Wilson	Once the officer opens Wesley's cell, he walks out and cracks his neck and reaches out to lightly pluck Cory in the head. "That chick paid my bail, let's go fight." he says as he starts following the officer out of the station. Though he looks back, pointing at Sanary. "You didn't help. You owe me a favor now."
Sanary Rondel	"... What." Levelling a blank stare at Wesley while following him and the others out, Sanary furrows her brow slightly while crossing her arms over her chest. "I showed up! /And/ offered you a job. Also, that's not how favors work." She grunts lightly and slips that hat back on, avoiding direct eye contact with that one officer at the desk once they're closer to the front. Best not to talk to that one again.
Cory	FLICKED! The weird expression disappears. Brought right out of her stewing thoughts, Cory blinks a few times, her face clearly saying 'what was I thinking about again?' Blink blink. "Lead the way!" So excited by this sudden development that she claps both hands together, LEVITATES TWO FEET off the floor, and promptly forgets to hide her tail. It sprouts out from underneath the skirt out behind her...
Wesley Wilson	The cops, being in an apparently Multiverse integrated world, stare but don't -say- anything. Once they're outside, and Wesley has the few things they took from him back, he stares back at her tail and raises an eyebrow. "You some kinda, like, cave girl?" he asks, then crouches down to note her floating. "You controllin' the wind? If you're gonna fly, take us somewhere good to fight."
Cory	Once she realizes her tail's sticking out, Cory makes a rather embarassed look and curls it back up again. AND lands. "Saiyan! Not cave girl. And it's Ki control... I have to explain this to everyone..." Sighing exasperatedly, she floats out the door with Wesley, then grabs him around the waist and CRACKA-WHOOOOOOSH! Off they go. "FINALLY!" The only question is, WHERE to go?