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2nd Scoop: All about that business

A. [ANON TEXT]

If anyone needs a body guard, Silver Squadron Security just recently hired a few good ones. They have a trial period going on: the first 96 hours of security are on the house, and if you like their services, you can get a discount on the hourly rates.

Better act fast! :)

B. [Video]

[ A video comes up, showing an Alolan Meowth going against a Bewear. The Meowth looks like it's taking a beating, but still able to fight, but Bewear seems very well off in terms of health. The Meowth goes for a Bite attack, landing a hit on the Bewear's arm, but...it doesn't even flinch. The only reason it even knows the Meowth bit it is the fact that it's hanging from it's arm by its teeth.

Instead, the Bewear just knocks the Moewth unconscious with a bop to the head. There is a sigh before Neo recalls the Meowth to the pokeball.

Hours later, the feed comes on, and it shows Meowstic talking to the now healed Meowth in a heated tale that only pokemon could understand. It was a harrowing tale of how she, with Neo, rose up from the ashes of defeat to become really great trainers!! So they're training the new pokemons to be tough like them!! SO SUCK IT UP!! [And there is a harsh tap to the nose by Meowstic to emphasize the last point, which the Meowth rubs.

The camera turns around, showing Neo looking a little confused before shrugging her shoulders in surrender. Who knows what pokemon talk to each other about. That's when the feed ends.]

C. [Action] After Life

[ Taking on the guise of a beautiful blonde haired woman for her job as a VIP host at After Life. Once in a while, she emerges from the VIP room for a break, wanting to entice customers to come in for a extra fee and have a good time. Especially when there are drinking contests. That's when she can pickpocket participants who are too intoxicated to know what's even happening.

Besdies that, she's not much of a talker, but she can promise a good time. ]

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It is good to see my old company is doing so well.

I may have need of more bodyguards. We can arrange a meeting.

Name the time and place and I'll see if it fits into my schedule.

What about tomorrow afternoon outside of the Guardian Skyrise in Nova City?

[ Weird place to meet but okay. ]

That works. Do you have a name and face?

I am General Grievous. You will know me as I am wearing a gray and red cloak.

[Somehow he thinks that's a better identifier than saying he's the seven foot tall cyborg.]

Alright. Be on time. We don't tolerate tardiness.

[ He may be surprised by her...stature.] ]

[Far from being tardy, Grievous was out front pacing back and forth for a good ten minutes before the appointed time. His cloak flowed impressively behind him as he strode back and forth on his long, skeletal-like limbs. He was impossible to miss.]

[ Neo makes sure to be on time, coming to their meeting spot not long after Grievous arrived. Her boots clicked on the sidewalk before stopping behind him in all her barely-5-foot-tall glory. Yep, that's definitely him. The cape is pretty nice.

When he turns back from his pacing, he'll notice Neo, eating a strawberry creamsicle held in one hand and her other holding her closed parasol in the other. Her pokemon are in their pokeballs, hanging on her belt but hidden from view by her white jacket.

Why must everyone be so damn tall. ]

[He halts abruptly, looking her up and down. He doesn't yet realise this is who he is here to meet.]

What are you staring at, child?

[ She points to him with a finger, the one hand holding the umbrella.

What else would she be staring at? ]

[He straightens up fully. Yes, a good two feet taller than she is.]

Can you not speak?

[ Neo just smiles and shrugs, licking her creamsicle without much care. It's almost done, luckily. While she's doing that, she reaches behind her for her device and shows the screen to him. It shows their conversation they had the day before. ]

[Only his golden eyes hold any real expression but there's an incredulous look in them as he examines the texts and again looks back to her.]

You are the one who wants to apply to be my bodyguard?

What skills do you have for such an important position?

[While, yes, she does seem small and frail to him, he knows very well that size isn't an indication of how powerful somebody may be. Looks could indeed be very deceptive.]

[ There is a mysterious smile upon her face before she flips the parasol to her hand, so that she can now hold it by the handle. With a press of a button, the sharp blade comes out of the tip of the parasol, and without much more word, Neo charges at him. Still holding that treat.

Or so she wants him to think. ]

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[Well, well, well... It looks like the bodyguard has suddenly become an assassin - but he's quick to react, stepping back and at once he has a blue lightsaber in hand, igniting it. If she dares to make any contact or come too close, he's ready to cut something off - whether that's the end of the parasol or her arm, he's does't much care as long as it stops her.]

You have made a fatal mistake.

[It's a strongly worded warning but for now he's standing and not yet attacking, only waiting to defend if necessary.]

[ Oh, that's a new sort of weapon. How neat!

Neo's only real recognition to the weapon is her eyes widening a bit at it, but it doesn't slow down her charge. It takes a leap for her to close the gap, aiming her blade for his chest. Should he block her attack in any way, he'll only break her illusion like prismatic glass.

Which is exactly what she wants.]

[While he doubts that what looks like flimsy weapon to him could do him any real damage, he does go to block it anyway - and instead of his blade cutting through anything the illusion shatters. That does take him by surprise and he make a sound which could be a confused 'huuuuh?' before he takes another step back, growling out his next word.]

Witch!

[ Now that's not very nice!

If Grievous expects her to be behind him, then he'd be wrong. She's just off to his side, with a now empty popsicle stick and a smirk on her lips. Her parasol appears normal, no blade protruding from the end, and she's leaning against a wall.

She does wonder if he's angry about that little trick just now. Ah well, Neo just waves at him happily whenever he notices her there. ]

[There's another, but wordless, growl as he sees her.]

So you do have some tricks.

[It's unclear whether he's impressed or simply annoyed. He's dealt with those who can harness the Force as a sort of magic before so he's putting her for now in that sort of category.]

[ Neo nods once and makes a gesture with her index and thumb, bringing them close together but without them touching, indicating that she has a little bit of them, yeah. She walk over to Grievous and crosses her arms, giving him an impatient look.

Does he want her trial service or not? ]

Do you really think that is enough? Tricks serve as a fine distraction but can you actually fight?

[ Neo beckons him forward with a finger and a smile, wanting him to try her out. ]

[He approaches but with some wariness, lightsaber not ignited but still in hand.]

[ Is the 7 ft tall cyborg really scared of lil ol' Neo? Well, if he won't make the first move, then she will.

She goes to jab Grievous in the chest with the parasol end. There's no blade there for any real injury, yet. How he reacts will set the motion for a good test. ]

[If he were back home in a battle, he would have approached more boldly. As it was, being a deputy, he knew he shouldn't be cutting down random civilians. So it was less about fear than it was a sense of caution at neither of them being injured. That may be too much paperwork.]

What are you doing?

[He'd barely moved this time. The parasol did look harmless and his cyborg body was strong.]

I did not come here for a magic show and a joke.

[ He's way too soft. Paperwork? Saving your reputation? Mercury Black is a deputy! And she bets he doesn't bother with paperwork. Grievous will be fine.

With an eyeroll, Neo crouches in order to jut out her legs so she could scissor kick him with the support of her arms. If he doesn't fight back, he can forget about having her protection. ]

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[Instead of fighting, he steps back. They just may not be compatible in a working relationship.]

I don't think this will be a suitable arrangement.

[ With a loud sigh, Neo rolls back onto her feet and stands before breaking out her device to send him a text message. ]

You wanted to know if I could fight. So what did you expect? A resume? Either fight back or give me something better than some stiff in a metal suit.

[ If he doesn't want the free 96 hour trial, she's gonna send a bill to him for wasting her time. ]

A demonstration does not mean attacking your client. Your tricks do not suit me.

[It wasn't what he was expecting.]

You are dismissed.

[She may have to send him that bill.]

[ Neo shrugs and just walks away without any more argument.

It's his loss. ]

Can we hire a bodyguard for someone who doesn't know they want or need one yet and will you follow them around against their will?

That's called a stalker. We can't do that unless the client agrees to our services.

[ She send a private text a few seconds after the first. ]

But I can do something like that off the record. :)

Oh good it's you.

Cassian Andor's the guy. He's a spy and assassin with the most obnoxious morals on the planet, so he'll probably pick a fight about it. I don't mind if you kick his ass if he attacks you as long as you don't kill him. I'm not done with him yet.

And here I thought I'd be bored all the time.

I'll play nice. Got a face?

[ She didn't take a picture of him on their couple of face-to-face encounters and their conversations aren't something she really wants to share. It's part of why she wants to harass him so much. So it takes a minute for her to find a conversation of him with someone else, then she sends it on over. ]

He's the dark haired one.

Got it.

You know I don't work for free, right?

[ Not even for former coworkers. Unless you're Roman. ]

I don't care.

You know I'm not paying you with my money, right?

As long as the money isn't tagged, I don't care. :)

[ Tagged money, with that stupid ink or by serial number, can get traced back. She doesn't need that sort of headache. ]

If I were that bad at what I do I would've been arrested a long time ago. How much?

Let's start with ** for now, and see where it goes.

[ Uhg that's so expensive. Maybe just for a month or something. Emerald isn't about to work that hard to harass Cassian long term. ]

Deal.

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