The Unknown Meeting [Open To The White List Member]

Thread PL: 84,544 | Makyo Star: 845,440 | Heavy Weights: 211,360 | Ki suppressed to 1.
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The Frozen North. Just the name of it sent shivers down the child’s spine. But Kay-El Coliflo was here on White List business. In fact, she’d told Nana to wait for her back in the Way Station they once spent much time in that one day with Mimi and Core, the very same one that trio helped defend from no-good hooligans. Mount Frappe, so like and unlike Mount Paozu where Kay-El Coliflo learned under Mimikku’s tutelage, looked like it cared naught for wayward travelers and the five year old took to the air, her techno-monocle scouter over one eye with a readout of her preset coordinates in the overlay.

Recalling the last trip up a mountain Kay had, she and Nana walked the whole way up, actually hiked. But Nana wasn’t here now and Kay-El had a deadline. Pin liked her to make her own decisions, and, honestly, Kay preferred it that way, too. Another personality trait they shared despite their obvious differences like not being related by blood. The contract on her datapad didn’t weigh anything, but it felt like it did. A new recruit for The White List, Pin’s fledgling company that Kay-El still didn’t really know what to think of. Sure, it could make a difference one way or another, but did they ignore friends and family and other such bonds for money? She had when she sang Samba to sleep like the little puppy he was, and it had felt good.

Right on target, the small girl found the entrance to a bunker or dwelling of some sort. Settling on the snow, all three feet and forty pounds of her barely reached the damned doorknob but she raised one fist and knocked gently. She’d suppressed her Ki all the way down to see if he’d spot her coming, and even her aerial approach was another test - not everyone looked up. Having left no discernible tracks, she stuck to above, wondering if this fresh recruit spotted her on her way in or not.
Kishi
[Just so you know you're supposed to put in your PL when you make a new social thread because if it changes your PL is still the same for the thread as when you made it. #helpfulhints (: ]

Looking through her scouter she read his power level and adjusted hers up a bit, partly to let him know she was there and partly to make him twice about trying anything stupid. Pin wouldn’t have sent her if it was just some crazy old man, but, hey, she’d play along with this game for now. Even still, maybe he was this super bad ass old man but with this guy’s power level, she seriously doubted it. Not that there was anything wrong, he was far from a scrub, but she just didn’t get that sense. Not that she could sense Ki but if she could, she’d be a little wary of Pin sending her to recruit some old man under ten thousand power level. Elitist? Her? Nah, just realistic. If he was what he appeared she had no problem going back empty handed, as it were.

“Hi,” she said, her voice clearly that of a child. Recalling something a friend once told her, she put a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Don’t trust him. ‘Wise old men’ are only old because they’ve had someone else do the dying for them. She really hoped he wasn’t actually some old man, she’d feel almost...bad. “My name’s Kay-El,” she added, walking in through the door seemingly unaware of the trap.
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PL set to 10,000
Kishi

As Kay stepped through the door and met with an attack she frowned, almost yawning at the ‘back to basics’ tactical maneuver. Back home on Shikk her SSE training kicked in and she stayed alert. This guy was definitely not as slick as he thought himself to be and she sang low, channeling her Ki through her voice, her whole body vibrating with the tone. To Kishi, it would appear like she teleported, maneuvering herself behind him and sitting in the seat he occupied not too long ago as he typed away on his machines. If he’d aimed it at her face, she’d have tanked the damned attack but he aimed it at her chest and, well, she liked this shirt. Also, screw this guy, no way was she letting him think he pulled one over on her.

“Like I said, my name’s Kay-El, and you’ve caught the interest of my boss.” At least his reaction time was good, hers was just better, but she didn’t let that show on her face. Her own training with Mimikku and then others on Vegeta recently left her with a refined sense of strategy. She could appreciate that he wasn’t completely a lost cause. A lot of people hesitated when it came to shooting or attacking her since she was so young, she wasn’t sure if it spoke well or ill of him that he apparently had no problems aiming that shot at a five year old. Perhaps he’d fit right in, or maybe he’d just be too ruthless. Only time would tell, and, perhaps, this interview.

She never asked for his life story. In fact, giving personal details in this business could be bad. Everything he said she took with a grain of salt, anyway, and a large one at that. Just a moment ago he tried to kill her, a seemingly harmless little girl, when she did nothing to provoke such a violent reception other than knock on his damned door. Having never even heard of the planet he mentioned, she made a mental note to look into it later but then her dark blue eyes narrowed dangerously. As dark as her hair, like the sky at is darkest hour, that blue was one to drown in reminiscent of the deepest depths of the ocean and is showed neither white nor pupil, engulfing the hybrid’s entire eyes.

“Like me?” she said curiously, one brow lifted as she looked up and up and up at him. Af three feet tall, she was used to looking up at everyone, such was the way of a child’s life. Everyone was bigger and more physically powerful than she, so she had to make up for that lack in other ways. “I doubt that…” As she spoke the two slightly elongated canines showed in her mouth, the fangs clearly visible. Her tail flicked in annoyance behind her, the same color as her hair and eyes, and she sighed. “I’m sorry about your planet…” she said softly. “And for the people you lost. My own home planet was under attack when I left so, while not to the same extent, I know the feeling of that kind of loss.” Earth was supposedly the weakest according to him? Did he not know of the SSE’s repeated attempts to conquer it and their respective failures? The SSE was strong, stronger than most believed, and Kay-El took a moment to really size this guy up.

“My boss... he thinks you might be a good fit for our organization.” If this guy wasn’t over nine thousand buckets full of crazy, he’d prove it to her because Pin wasn’t here right now and he had to make Kay believe he was worth recruiting. “We’re working on the tech stuff, but we’re not into having enough around to track us with. Mercenary work hardly ever goes well when it leaves paper trails…we’re still a new organization, so our base is a bit of a work in progress.
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KP: 3/3
+1 KP for no tech use

If this guy was only trying to join for better tech, he was better off not joining, in Kay-El’s opinion. In fact, he’d most likely be better off saving for his own things with the money he got from jobs, when they started coming in. “Some history bears repeating, like the good things in life - would you rather those remain in the past forever?” she looked up at him seriously, curiosity sparked within her dark eyes. Maybe his attack on her was a sign that for some of the grittier jobs where other’s morals might get in the way like Sake and his honoring other warriors schtick, they could instead give them to this android that clearly cared so little about a moral code. And that was alright in Kay’s book.

Pulling up the contract on the datapad as he talked some more about them being comrades or whatever, companions, she didn’t think he’d yet earned the right to call her that but said none of this. They would be co-workers, at the very least, and perhaps he’d turned his own colors too swiftly. Then again, that was the idea behind the White List’s dress code.

“I’m not a Saiyan,” she said, “Not entirely. I’m only half so you really don’t know what I am and not knowing about your enemy can make you underestimate them and what they can do.” A small smile tugged at her lips. “I don’t know the reason for the tail, either,” she admitted with a casual shrug that could mean everything or nothing all at once. “As for recruitment, I’ll read off the terms and if you find them acceptable, you just sign up…” She slipped the drive into her pocket, she’d read through it on her way back to Vegeta. Frankly, everything she really needed to know came from the interactions she had with Kishi, not some document that may or may not be filled with lies.

“You’re free to decline any assignment without explanation. We’re not here to be an army or to hold your hand if you can’t sleep at night, we’re a group of...like minded individuals who see the profit in helping those who can afford it - within reason.” Shifting to another document, she offered the pad to him so he could look over the current pricing list. “Prices can change due to job specifics and market demands. We don’t do hidden fees, all we ask is that the White List gets a cut of the total payment since we’re the ones getting you guys a job. That twenty percent,” she smirked, “Will go towards all the technology you asked about and help fund group facilities and utilities. Your conduct on missions is expected to be professional and we really frown on killing other operatives… If you’re on a job we have a simple dress code requirement: When representing the White List, we ask only that you wear a cape, scarf, cloak, or other item of clothing in white. When you're on the job, you'll need to wear a similar garment in the colors of the nation or organization that you're fighting for. Eventually we’ll have a standard issue cape to be the actual uniform but they’re still being commissioned.” She took a breath and let it out slowly. “Any questions?”

With a nod, Kay-El took the datapad back and frowned, watching as he left all of this ‘old junk’ behind. What a waste, she thought, and saved the coordinates. Maybe, just maybe, she could salvage this stuff later if need be. At least he hadn’t left without giving her his information and signing the damn document. She smirked, hanging around Pin might not have affected her outward speech yet but is sure as hell changed her inner thoughts just a bit. Pin wasn’t the type to pull verbal punches and used ‘bad words’ freely around her.

Nana didn’t approve, then again, there were a lot of things Nana didn’t approve of. But slowly Ban was coming around and did realize that eventually there came times when she had to pick and choose which were the important things to shield Kay from. Bad words didn’t rank very high on the list, as it turned out, not while there was so much more at stake.

Heading back out onto the snow-covered peaks she looked out over the ridge and took to the air, releasing her silent hold on her Ki and, for just those few moments, feeling the freedom the mountainous solitude offered.
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