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Post by Cier Inedil on Oct 19, 2015 10:40:55 GMT
Professor Luthi Imkun and Cier Inedil had been met in the conference room. Cier's very first reaction is a shock - the dear professor had a huge album at herself, full with pictures of some guy.
"Look! I wanna him playing a major role in a movie or two for me!"
"...Who is this guy?"
One moment of silence as Luthi's eyes grew three times their regular size.
"Whaaa? When you saw a movie last time? This guy is SIR FIGGLES! Action movie star extraordinaire! You are near Earth, right?"
"Right."
"Oh, could you get me the favour? I want you to get him in line with me, using this contacting stuff!"
"...This channel."
"Yup!"
"For a movie contract."
"Yup!"
"...Will I get a share from it?"
"Of course! I'd wanna get a bunch of decommissioned guns from you as props! If they make lights and sounds, it will be even cooler!"
"We'll talk this over... So, where it this Figgles bloke?"
One day, while Sir Figgles does his things, two business-suit clad person, a human male and a zoanthrope female (Cier), approach him. The man has a briefcase with himself... And they seem to know the area like the back of their hands.
"Mr. Figgles." she says. "We got a contract opportunity for you by Funtime Guaranteed! Incorporated, a movie role in some action movie. More details are given if you would be so kind and come with us to a certain location. If you agree, please come with us."
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Post by Sir Figgles on Oct 19, 2015 11:46:17 GMT
((Light weights on. Thread Pl 5804))
Sir Figgles was distracted for the most part. Aiding in the clean up of certain districts of West Capitol. Even doing so while wearing his new weighted wrist bands and boots. Part of his training was to never take the things off. Certainly, to some this wasn't a new type of training. But he had to make every bit count. It was luck and luck alone that he survived the ape invasion, he didn't wish to be caught unprepared again. Anju Pa wasn't far behind, not really to clean up, but to make it known to everyone that his star people fought bravely against the Saiya-jin menace. And is now helping the city to recover from the wound the battle left behind. He was also quick to mention training at Cricket dojo would properly prepare one to fight such a threat.
Sir Figgles might be outraged by the whole thing. But his mind was far too preoccupied with other things. He hardly noticed the two suit clad beings approach. In fact he might have ignored them completely if if wasn't for the middle aged Anju Pa clad in silk speaking up.
"Yes he will. And I shall accompany the lad. My client is more of a man of action than a man of negotiation and litigation. That is why I, of sound business acumen, aid this young man in the paper work side of things. I helped him become the martial artist he is today."
Yes, Anju pa made sure to make it quite clear that he made his student. He made it quite clear that he was going to ride his coattails the whole way up. Figgles paused from what he was doing. His sensei seemed to answer the proposition for him. Something didn't feel right with this whole ordeal. This was how bad business deals went down in Agent Orange and Agent Orange 2: reloaded. Though he was certain these two did not own a private military. Nor did they have a deathstar on the moon. Another movie might be the distraction he needed.
He turned to the two suited fellows.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt anything to tag along."
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Post by Cier Inedil on Oct 19, 2015 17:58:59 GMT
Cier smiles and gestures to a red car.
"Please follow us, we can fill the legal papers back on the spaceship, if it is fitting you and your associate, Mister..." she starts, then, because she lacks his name, decides to change a bit. "Excuse me, I got used to have my discreet sources. My name is Cier Inedil, and I am speaking on behalf of my colleague, Professor Luthi Imkun. She is the one who offers you the contract, but she is far from here and prefers the private channel of mine. Please excuse me, I am not so good in the role of a messenger."
Cier stands near the driver's seat, inclined that she'll drive them, and the man sits on the other front seat, still clutching the briefcase.
"Have a seat, we'll finish the business on our spaceship. The conference room is set up there."
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Post by Sir Figgles on Oct 20, 2015 10:30:11 GMT
The Sir followed along but remained quite silent throughout the introductions. Quite throughly distracted by the events at the desert and west capitol. Ceir's voice was but a muted humming lost within the swirling Maelstrom that was his mind. That was until he heard the magic word. Spaceship. He paused, blinking to the woman.
"Spaceship?"
He had to say the word outloud to make sure. He's never been in space. Sure, he had a space pod good for a one way trip. But that was just a purchase he made for the heck of it several years ago. This only made the suspicion rise a little higher. He was willing to give the benifit of the doubt earlier. But going off planet for any type of business deal never turns out good. The law of movie plots was pretty clear on such dealings. There was a second voice though. One that shouted over the pangs of paranoia.
"I'm gonna be on a space ship!"
Anju gently pushed his student into the car so they could proceed with the business dealings. The sensei might have also sensed some shadyness with this ordeal. But he seemed to have a nose for shady. This kind of shady to him smelt like pure Zeni.
"Nice to meet you Miss Inedil. I am Anju Pa. Proprieter of the Cricket Dojo. As well as sole heir to the Pa beverage company. "
Sir Figgles blink rapidly at the introductions.
"Uh...I'm Sir Figgles...I kick things on tv"
He wasn't as inclined to offer an introduction laden with titles and accolades like his sensei.
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Post by Cier Inedil on Oct 20, 2015 22:05:37 GMT
Cier feels that her business deals here are not so... Good. She got used to discreet meeting. A name, usually fake, an order, a test fire maybe, then credit card numbers are given. Not... Nothing so out in the open. It is too... Strange, vulnerable. But hey, it works often, maybe here too! Mr. Figgles at least is being an enthusiastic manchild. Perfect choice for that overgrown bunny woman, she says in herself as they start to drive to the spaceport. "It is an odd career choice, but I know that every single person in the main sectors of the universe want to be some kind of superstrong warrior, I can see your point. Maybe you could help me on different kind of projects at a later time. May I ask if you ever considered expanding your business?" Cier asks Anju Pa, and then continues as they get on the main road. "So, Mr. Blackwater here got the basics, in case you are interested, about the deal." she says, and the man gets a neatly folded paper out of his pocket. Unfolding it reveals a handwritten letter, with the seal of the Funtime Guaranteed! company logo and rather hard to read handwriting. Dear Sir Figgles,
I am so excited to meet you, even if over videophone, that is just COOL! You are the coolest guy I saw on TV ever and I wanna make you into a bigger star than you could ever be on ONE planet! If you accept my deal, negotiated personally over phone, you'll make me the HAPPIEST WOMAN EVER!!!
Oh and please sign this paper with an autograph on the white space, in the dotted area. Thanks! 
Yours truly:
Professor Luthi Imkun
Your 1# and BESTEST fangirl EVER!
P.S. That Cier is a bit gloomy, but that is her niché, I think she loves such muscular guys too, but it is a SECRET!  Cier does not checks on the paper, and Mr. Blackwater does not cares at all, his gray eyes are fixed on Anju Pa, with an expression of... Well... Nothing on his face. "Sir? Are you anyhow related to knighthoods, perhaps?" |
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Post by Sir Figgles on Oct 22, 2015 6:59:12 GMT
Whilst Ceir and his sensei converse about business and such. Figgle turns the paper north and southways in an attempt to decipher some of the scrawlings on the paper. When he finally squinted his eyes enough to finally read it, he chuckled. HE was thoroughly amused by what the letter said. He either wasn't used to getting fan mail, or he's just the type that never gets over the fact he has fans. IT did seem to lighten the mildly somber mood the hung over his mind. He produced a pen from his breast pocket. HE thought a dotted line for an autograph was a bit odd. But he didn't think that much into it.
Anju Pa, on the other hand raised an eyebrow at the proposal.
"To put it plainly. I have a thirst a beverage company alone cannot quench. Legacy's aren't made by remaining stationary. "
Sir raised his brow, hearing the tail end of the conversation.
"Um. No. It was just a njickname oine director gave me, and he couldn't pronounce my name right. Eventually they thought the name would sell better than the..one my parents gave me. "
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Post by Cier Inedil on Oct 30, 2015 13:58:57 GMT
((I am hoping I did not overstepped my boundaries by putting such a situation up! If I did, please tell me in a PM, I'll modify the reply to a better one. :3))
"Very well! Maybe we could make some project unfolding later on..." Cier said as they got to the spaceport. A dropship had been parking there, with a few impatient-looking people. They seemed nervous, and held energy rifles produced by the Superbellum Arms Factory. The car simply drove into the supply deck of the ship. "Well, Mr. Pa, I believe we may do swimmingly together, or, if you run in beverages, maybe a colleague might be helpful of you. Ever heard of the Happy Pig food company?"
The dropship started to fly up, and towards the Superbellum. They soon got there, and the doors opened to the flagship's cramped hangar and bare, well-lit corridors, with some helpfully bulky guards standing off the closed doors, leaving only one way to go towards the conference room.
"And here we are. Please, follow me to the conference room. Would you like to drink something? Maybe some tea-cakes?"
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Post by Sir Figgles on Oct 31, 2015 5:29:30 GMT
Sir Figgles eyes and head bounced about in such a manner one would think him a child in a candy store.He was still giddy about the whole concept of being in space. It seemed like he didn't notice the on edge men wielding advanced weapondry. When he finally noticed them, he wondered how much weight they carried during training. How much weight they carried in general. The plasma rifles didn't interest him at all.
Anju pa, on the other hand certainly noticed the rifles and such. Mixed emotions about this deal were boiling. One one hand it looked like they had a private military. Attempts at lowballing these guys may turn fatal. On the other. They had a private military. How much money did they have? He was excited and nervous at the same time at the possibilities. "Yes. I have heard of Happy pig before. And you certainly have my ear"
The tall frame of Figgles stretched out his legs once he finally got out of the car. He saw there was not other way than to follow Cier and company. Which might be a good thing. His mind along with body were quite good at wondering off. "Just water will be fine."
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Post by Cier Inedil on Nov 4, 2015 19:30:09 GMT
Someone, a low-ranking cook, brings some water and teacakes for the team, while Cier turns on the holographic display. Mr. Blackwater is noticeable absent, and a few guards get to the door. Cier sits down on the side of the conference table, with the chair's back being at her front and lazily balancing herself on the front two legs of the furniture.
Then Ilkum Luthi appears on the screen, sitting in a very bright room where it is noticeable that the painters could not decide what colours to use, so they used all of them in the visible spectrum, and probably a few in the ultra-sensory range. She herself wears a yellow dress which seems to be reflecting light, or even generating, but it is very hard to say, because as she sees the picture, she turns into fangirl mode, hops around happily, produces a handstand, all while starting to talk on a speed that is barely being able to be followed.
"Ohmyit'sSirFigglesSirFigglesyeeeeeeeeeeImsohaphowyufeeIcantsocool!" she says, takes a deep breath, then launches into another one, all the while someone puts a paper in her hands. She tears half of it apart, then systematically tears off all the parts until the signed piece remains, which she slaps into a book. She looks over this a bit, then starts again.
"Hi! I am Ms. Professor Luthi Imkun, and I am so happy to meet you! Who is the sprinkly-wrinkly guy? Your master?" she leans closer to the camera on her side. "Hi!" she says, before starting to walk to the left from their point of view. She picks up a bunch of papers, then throws them behind her back without even reading them longer than two seconds. "I loved your movies! I want you to star in a few of mine, some cool ones, but I am wishing to know what is your favourite genre and colour and if there is a Lady Figgles, and how much it would cost for me a month? Where you live? Was the trip a fine one? Doesn't that bore bore you too much with her boring I-dun't-tell-ahnytheng and stiff-lip things?"
Cier looks on Anju Pa with a face of "see, this I have to endure", all while the professor launches into yet another fangirly speech of hers.
"So! You guys are going to work me if I offer... I don't know... 1% after each successful revenue ticket? How about having 5% per shares? Oh well, the economy-guys will make it!" she says when she reaches a part of the room where the background is looking over a palm-tree dotted beach, and sits down on an elaborate seat. A table gets pushed before her, and unseen people (just their arms appear for seconds) start to put silverware and cakes before her. "Are you comfy? Don't you need a cake of your own? Maybe some cool wine? Beer? Or tea? Everyone likes tea! I am so excited! Now, tell me, what movies you'd love to star in?"
For the first time, she leaves time for Sir Figgles to reply, and she seems to be pretty busy making eyes so big and charming that they apparently take over 1/3 of her face.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 6, 2015 10:35:20 GMT
<abbr>Sir Figgles was too blown away by the fact that he was in spaceship. It was a drop-ship. Still, a space craft nonetheless. Despite all the trips he too by plane, boat, or fancy car. He had never once been on a space ship. Except for that one space drama movie. He was part of a team of astronauts drilling an earth busting meteor. He didn't care to much for the movie, but the women seemed to love it. That wasn't really a space vessel though. It was a flower delivery van with a paint job and a lot of fiberglass. It was fair to say that he wasn't prepared for what was to emerge on the hologram screen. He sat erect in startlement at the fangirling bunny girl and her rapid fire battery of questions. He could hardly decipher a single bit of it. A bit of pink to his cheeks determined that he at least heard the part asking about there being a Mrs. Figgles.
Anju Pa glanced to Ceir. The man wondering if this was some kind of prank. Sure, he kept his own charge oblivious on purpose. But he seemed baffled a no nonsense type like Ceir actually worked for this hyperactive bunny woman. Figgles cleared his throat.
"Oh mainly action. But I do like to do something light like a romantic comedy every once and a while"
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Post by Cier Inedil on Nov 9, 2015 16:40:04 GMT
Cier is visibly bored, but it seems Luthi ignores her all together.
"Action! Cool, that is a neat stuff, I got plenty of script-scraps around, chases and fights and big BOOMs and all that!" she starts. "It can be mixed with this or that... What would you enjoy the most doing?"
She looks into the camera so closely that her eyes and nose fills up the entire vision of it.
((Sorry for short))
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Post by Sir Figgles on Nov 14, 2015 17:29:48 GMT
Sir Figgles had no idea how to handle the insane energy radiating from the screen. Also she was kind of cute. Which made it double hard for him to find the right words."Well I could do any of those. I also have no problem going outside the genre. I do need to get my chops up"
Anju pa leaned toward Cier during all this and whispered.
"This is your boss?"
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Post by Cier Inedil on Nov 18, 2015 21:26:28 GMT
Luthi happily moves around in a rather energetic movement.
"Cool! That will be the best for us all... So! I have a bunch of stories, but we may write one together, if that fits! I'll get actors and actresses and writers and all that jazz - just tell me what kind of project you'd enjoy the most!" She picks up a bunch of papers, flips trought them, then slams them back on some offscreen hands. "Funds is not a limit."
Cier looks on Anju Pa with a look that says "you probably don't even-" before it changes.
"No. We are kind of equals." she looks on the rapid-talking, self-loading alien tycoon and the actor who is currently the top of the world, given the fact that he starts to seem red. "Excuse me a bit now, Professor, while I get some other business meetings."
"...Yeah, sure, what you need..." she says absentmindedly to Cier. The tigress zoanthrope signs ANju Pa to follow her.
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Post by Sir Figgles on Dec 12, 2015 5:58:30 GMT
Anju Pa nodded in response to Ceir while getting up to slip out. Sir Figgles still seemed quite enthralled by the energetic professor fangirling before him. So much so that he didn't notice his mater and the Tigress slipping out of the room. He waited for Luthi to pause before finally clearing his throat and responding. "Well I have a friend who wrote a couple decent scripts. Most of the companies I worked for wouldn't even take a look at him. Not trying to step on toes. But I'm sure you might like his stuff. "
Anju Pa finally speaks up once he and Cier are a considerable distance from the room. "You sure it's safe leaving those two alone?"
(Sorry about the epic delay))
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Post by Cier Inedil on Dec 18, 2015 18:19:20 GMT
((Sorry too, life is too random on me))
"Yes, it is safe to leave them. What is the worst they do, blow a wall off the room? I mean, then the inhibitors close down the room, it decompresses and at worst, they suffocate in space and by heartbreak." Cier says, voice so deep in sarcasm it actually comes across two lines. "Relax, I am just being sarcastic. So! I got a compatriot who runs in interplanetary food and drink coverage, and he might enjoy a companionship... I am not sure what would you exactly try and trade."
"Ooooh, a writer! Does he got a job? I'd love to see his scripts! We could totally work together on those!" Luthi says, and drops herself on a chair, rolls with it, and pushes something away from her way that lands with a loud thud.
((Sorry for the also epic delay. :/ My muse might have taken the week off.))
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