☁️ || Sunrise Apparel [Business]

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Upkeep again.
I'll try to get a post out for Skarpm.  

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" RYO!" Udo said, capping the noise of a laugh. We use iiiiit... instead of trading shells, cows, chickens and s**t."
"No cows. No chickens. No rice. We use Ryo. They're big, fat flashy coins and printed squares of paper with pictures and numbers on them and they make people jumpy." Udo said as he began to fumble through some of the pockets of his vest to produce a coin. "Now, uh, that's a mon." He held up a small, ornate coin with a square hole punched through its center. " It''s not a big fat gold coin but it's still currency. Ryo's the big money. Big value metal bits. And frankly, people get pissy when they don't get something in return after handing something like this over. " A light voice pipes out from the damaged doorway calls out, "unless it's a charity!" The young lady who minds the desk had reappeared as the liaison of the front to the back of Sunrise.

Udo casts a look to the girl, sighs, and stares at the coin in his fingers. His brow arches as he made sense of the Oni's words. "Huh." He turned the coin with his inspection. "This, actually is a human thing. Well. Whatever." All the while, the sense of confidence and hope once beaming through our seamster was draining with every word Skaprm shared concerning money. "What?" Unfortunately, for Iemitsu, the whole money business was bypassing most of Skarpm's agreement to advertise Sunrise's good name. "Forget it, Mitsu." Udo said, voicing sympathy in its barest form as he turned to spare a hard glance to his brother "It's square." The situation was tying the Palace officer's hands. "Unki'll have to eat the damages and the loss. We're already need to close off the street so rope construction out here to fix this massive HOLE in the ground." He spoke tightly with emphasis on the damage, gesturing at the debris.
At the crumbling doorway, the faithful artist Masaji fell to his knees looking pale and just all sorts of sad as the Palace officer writes off this crime to the books."See? Hear that? He's ready to settle his debt!" Udo's tone changed for the few, sunny seconds he thought everyone was on the same page. Nope. The surge of energy coursing from Skarpm suddenly made the hairs on Udo's neck rise. A familiar vibe from the former shinobi's history was the air of combat riling an opponent.

"Drop it. Drop it right now, man. The last thing either of us shoulda wanna' do here is fight." The seamster squeaks, "fight?!" He shrinks suddenly behind Udo as crack in his voice was betraying his composure. "I am not a fighter!"

"You're on our turf. You play by our rules. Can you live by that? Fighting me is only gonna' make this worse. " It was becoming more and more apparent this Oni was certainly a visiting foreigner. Udo didn't have to look like he was sizing up anyone to know duking it out with Skarpm would be a bad idea. In the city or not, any tussles with a man who could down a behemoth like his sister was majorly, a bad idea. Udo furrowed his brow and eyed the width of Skarpm's shoulders and his curly horns before squaring back up with his eyes. HIs fangs. Udo was firm. Firm against the fear of that the Oni could do with his innate features and foreseeing the chaos that would ensue in a one versus many brawl in the streets. The "sensible older brother figure" wouldn't be allowed to live any mishap down. Udo remained firm as he stood upright and voiced the ideal path to spare anyone from a massive headache. "Your best bet is leaving the city with you and your suit intact and out of trouble. Then spreadin' the word about Sunrise. Like you said. J-just ******** the money."
Iemitsu, meanwhile, continues to cower behind Udo's back and watches Skarpm over the side of his brother's arm. "It is a nice suit."Said the seamster as he pokes out his lip, thinking of the horrific imagery of the Tenrikishi guards-people ripping the finery to shreds. Why, the quiet assistant who had been watching from the broken doorway had finally called out from the sidelines. Looking frantic. Feeling frantic. "Noo! NO! DON'T ********> THE MONEY!"

Udo jostled Iemitsu off his body with his elbow, "get your people inside." He spoke trying to hide the defeat. "Listen. Iemitsu. Forget the money. Like I said, the affairs of Sunrise is between You and Unki and she's just gonna' have to eat the costs and supplement your losses. He's your walking, talking billboard wearing a suit ya'll slaved over. Just pray to your gods and pick up the pieces. He goes on his way. Everyone lives. " It took a moment but the little doe-eyed entrepreneur who just wanted to pay his employees at the end of the day was finally able to have whole picture sink in. His fear slunk into a sad, reality that was disappointing as he cast his violet sights to the ground and nodded. When Iemitsu's grip wasn't fixed to Udo's shoulder, the blond elder again nudged for the seamster to flee. "Get. Oh. No. Wait. Business card."

The exchange of a business card was quick like habit. Iemitsu stopped sulking long enough to wordlessly extend a glossy, business card with a geometric sun on its face to Skarpm. Certainly, still, unless the miscommunication hadn't been smoothed out Iemitsu and Udo could still be squaring off with an Oni ready to fight. "Take it. Flash it when you're spicing up your rhymes. More harmless human junk. Stuff in the coat somewhere. It's got interior pockets, right?"

Jenni Deer

Quoted for Iemitsu goodness

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Teeth bared and body pumped started to chill. The shaking would stop and Skarpm's hair would settle. Debt man was sposa throw the first punch. Never did. Started yakin. Then what could possibly be considered a sense of disgust as he processed what was being said. Humies apparently value 'trinkets' and 'paper' over blood and sweat when it came to settling debts and exchanges. Despite his sudden interest in human culture the way it was explained he could only see it as a system that coddled the weak. "YaLl MuFuGgIn HuMiEs ReAlLy FiNnA fInD sEtTlIn BaD bLoOd On PaPeR aN lIl MeTaL kNiCk KnAcKs. YaLl GoT sOmE sTrAiGhT wHaCk RuLeS. sOuNs LiKe A nOoDlE lImB sHoRt StAcK bOtToM bUnKeR cAn Be SuDdEnLy WoRtH a DaNg BlOoD bInGe AlL cUz He GoT mOrE sHiNnIeS tHaN a BiG bEeF bAnG jOcKeY wHeN tHe JoCk JaCkEr CoUlD pUnT tHe SaP sUcKlEr NiCe AnD eAsY. wHaT yAlL gUnNa Be SpItT'n NeXt ThAt ThE nExT sMaLl FrY tHaT's GoT tHe MoSt DiRt ClOdS iS sUdDeNlY cHiEf PoObA."

Skarpm went so far as to openly mock humanities system of currency and essentially how it catered to say someone weak and pathetic just coming into large sums of the 'shinies' and suddenly not being considered weak and pathetic but someone to be feared apparently. A direct sting on 'trust fund babies' despite not really realizing it himself. The Pitch Clan may have been simple but it was Black and White. You were in a position of power? You fought tooth n nail to get it. There were no back alley bargains. Big bad dude being corrupt or whatever? Slit his throat. You solved the corruption. Fail? He's in his right to bone you. Laws, rules, human regulations. All that s**t didn't exist in the Pitch. There was only the stone. Unchanged since the dawn of the tribe. The commandment. Strength held above all else, he who is the Strongest is in his rights to rule as they see fit. Blues could play their big brain games all they want to gang bang their big boss but as soon as they got that position best believe it wouldn't last long.

Skarpm of course would then take a word in the literal sense. By being discouraged not to '******** the money' it created the false precedence that humans ******** their money apparently. Yeah he was primitive sure, but he wasn't stupid enough to think he could breed with an inanimate object. He shook his head and shrugged "YaLl HuMiEs ReAlLy Be TaKiN tHeM tRiNkEtS n PaPeR aNd StIcKeN yEr MeAt ShAfTs In Em AnD cRaMmIn Em Up ThE cRuSt CrEvIcE. yAlL sOmE sTrAiGhT fReAkS. hOw YoU fInNa EvEn FiT a StAnK hOnKeR tHrOuGh ThAt LiL a** HoLe. DiDn'T kNoW hUmIeS hAd SuCh SmAlL dInGlE dIpPeRs, ShI. wHaTeVeR rOcKs YeR bOaT. gUeSs I sEe WhY yAlL bE wAnTiN mOrE oF iT If ThAtS wHaT yAlL dO wIt It."

Skarpm would then move on to take the business card with a raised eyebrow unless the humies wanted to defend themselves that they in fact do not fornicate with their currency and that its value is not determined by their apparent need to do so. Skarpm appreciated the gloss and pizzazz of it and he'd take a shift from his disgust back into his fresh ignorance. "LiKe S-mAn SaId He'Ll TaLk Ya Up No DoUbT, uP aNd DoWn WhErEvEr He GoEs He'Ll HoOk YoU uP wIt ThAt ClOuT. iF iTs PaPeR aNd TrInKeTs YoU hUmIeS wAnT iTs ThE s**t tHaT hE'lL gEt, CoMe BaCk N dElIvEr Fo ReAl StRaIgHt Up BeT. sO wHaCk a** lIl MeTaL iS wHaT mAkEs N wHaT bReAkS, gUeSs S-mAn'S gOtTa StEp Up AnD sTaRt RaIsInG hIs StAkEs. HuMiEs WaNnA bAnG tHeSe BiLlS sO bAd ImA sTaRt MaKiN iT aLl An MaKe S-mAn ThE rAdDeSt Of RaD aN tHe BaLlEsT oF bAlL" Skarpm would pop his collar with a smug expression then on. If anything they established that 'ryo' was at least important to humans. Yet, not the means that the common folk attained it. i.e jobs. what would leave Sunrise apparel seemed far more man than Oni with his new get up, but at the same time through simple misunderstandings would there be the potential of a 'monster' in the works. He'd delay his exit no longer...albeit as soon as he got out the door he vomited outside in due part from the recoil of opening the first gate so haphazardly only to shake it off, take a swig of his 'wicked elixer' then wipe away the dribble with his sleeve. The pinnacle of the Pitch Tribes 'Class'.

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Upkeep!  

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Just upkeep because I like my business  

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Upkeeeeep because I still want my money and don't want the taxman to close me down!  

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Upkeep  

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Don't worry Taxman,
Unki, in her spare time as a physically damaged lady, has been able to stare at the fancy finance logs and give her "thumbs up" of approval as employees come and go to update her on the going-ons.

They've rebuilt the front doorway and business is fairing well!