cancry | Avaritia Arrival Log

According to the local gossip, nobody's really sure exactly how Greta came into her huge lump of money. She wasn't really a regular to start with, so the quiet assumption was that she didn't have a lot of money to throw around but then one day out of the blue, she started turning up all the time and throwing cash around like it was nothing. The obvious conclusion is some kind of big win at the casino, but that wouldn't explain why she still has so much ding dang cash.

Some of the folks at the theater will note that they see Greta at the casino even now, spending like money doesn't mean a thing to her. If she has a strategy, it seems to be "throw money down the drain until she inevitably wins it all back with interest" but no one seems to know exactly how she's doing that. Someone speculates she might have a contact at the bank or the towers but they're not really sure. Just guessing.

So she might not actually be a good player- good to know. If he keeps his eye (lol) open once she starts coming back regularly again, would it be possible for him to tail her to the bank or towers? He's a big guy so he's not stealthy, but he does have a little cash now so he has an excuse to be there (starting an account) and with him being a background face in her life for a bit now he hopes she will just look right over him out of habit.

The towers are out for now, even if he's able to follow her back to them – as before, you need an employee ID to enter the building (unless you plan to bumrush the door like Monarch) but it does yield some important information – Greta has an ID for the bank towers and can come and go as she pleases. Once she's inside, though, he obviously can't follow.

The bank itself is much easier. Since it's open to the public, Lion can easily follow her inside. Does he have anything in particular planned once he does so?

IT WORKED, DIDN'T IT

He will get in line to start his account (having it in general might be useful) but he watches to see if she talks to anyone in a familiar sense rather than like a client.

It's hard to hear since she's doing her best to keep her voice down, as is the teller, but if he sneaks a peak at Greta while he's setting up his own account he'll be able to tell by their body language that the conversation is kind of... intense. Greta's upset and agitated, while the teller is doing their best to keep her calm.

He's gonna try and scoot closer. He'll get out of line to go look at something. Maybe pamphlets or a tasteful picture of generic flowers on the wall or something.

Against all odds, Lion manages to stealth his way over while pretending to read some absolutely asinine pamphlet about the bank, close enough that he can overhear some of their hurried discussion.

It sounds like Greta is worried about her vault and is demanding further accommodations for the security. The teller is trying to keep her calm and reassure her, but Greta's having none of it. The Karen Energy is alive and well.

Welp, this is getting intense. He could back off now and have the information that she's trying to increase security- something he predicted at the meeting.

But this might be an in, so instead of leaving he lingers on the edge of her periphery, not trying to hide. In fact, he's purposely giving the energy of someone who wants to talk to her but is too polite to butt into a conversation. Someone hyping themselves up.

It's barely acting at all, honestly.

Greta very strenuously Does Not See It for just long enough that it's very obvious she's ignoring him in the hopes that he'll go away. The conversation turns a bit more hushed and urgent but eventually, Greta lets out a huff of irritation and whips around to face Lion.

"What?!" she barks. If she recognizes him from the theater, she doesn't acknowledge it.

Oh, this is already going south, and Lion decides to retreat if he gets a non-suspicious chance. Thankfully he is not an easily cowed man, so he squares his shoulders.

"Miss Greta? You might not recognize me- I work security at the theatre... I didn't mean to overhear, but are you looking for further security measures?" He tries to put a little eagerness and greed into his expression- someone seeing a chance to advance themselves and unable to resist taking a risk to maybe get it.

For an uncomfortably long moment, Greta just scrutinizes him, the light bouncing off her glasses in a way that renders the lenses opaque and makes her expression almost impossible to read. Even so, her suspicion is clear as day. Now she knows there's an Executor floating around, she's on edge.

But of course, there's her unique disadvantage - as far as Greta knows, there's only one Executor.

And it isn't Lion.

So, eventually, Greta pushes her glasses up her nose and gives him a sickly sweet smile.

"Oh, yes, of course. Ah... Was it Leon? Yes, I think that's right." See, she can't be evil. She remembered a lowly customer service peon's name. "You heard correctly."

In her defense he's big and has an eyepatch- he's probably hard to forget if you've seen him more than once. He smiles at being 'recognized'.

"Yes Ma'am! And... well... I was here to get the last bit of my money out because I was planning to head to the casino on my day off." He rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "I lost pretty badly last time but I have a feeling that just means I'm overdue for a victory. But... well, working at the theatre doesn't pay enough to REALLY win much. And I'm not skilled at much but I am... big. And many people find the eyepatch a bit intimidating. So I was curious if you could use someone with my, hm, abilities?"

The Golden Retriever Energy seems to have gone a decent ways in getting her to let down her guard, but Greta still eyes him suspiciously, not quite willing to take him at his word just yet. She sounds more bemused than anything else when she finally responds, though.

"I'm sure you can understand that I wouldn't want just anyone guarding my vault." she tells him. "How do you plan to prove you're as good as your word?"

He ponders this for a moment. "Well, there's not really any way to test loyalty other than time but... I can show you how strong I am? I have never lost a one-on-one fight that I can remember."

He scrunched his brows in a vague clueless expression- of course, it's true that he can't remember every fight he's had by far- but as a 'Specter' he likely wouldn't remember much of anything beyond the 'now' of his life, so it seems fitting.

Her eyebrows shoot up and suddenly there's a smile on her face.

"Is that so? Hm, getting you to fight someone just for the opportunity would probably be a bit much... but I do have to admit that I'm curious. Do you have any other ways of proving your strength?"

Her sudden smile puts him on edge- luckily any anxious expression on his face doesn't go against what "Leon" is doing.

"Hmm... I can lift or break something?"

"Such as?" She adjusts her glasses in a kind of infuriating way. "You're not showing a lot of initiative right now. If I'm going to consider this, then I want to be impressed."

Flex your beefy boy strength for the good of the Executors, Lion.

"Oh, yes!" He looks around the bank lobby. He needs to find something that would be impressive for a grown man to dead lift but not so heavy that it would expose him as an Executor.

One problem: he's never had normal human limits to his strength. Damn crest mutations. So he's going off fuzzy memories of people in his past life for this.

He settles on a sturdy and well padded seat- the fancy almost-loveseats found in fancy hotel and bank lobbies. He makes sure to actually kneel down and flex a bit as he picks it up, even though the actual effort for him is like someone lifting a half full backpack at worst.

Whatever Greta was looking for, it's apparently satisfied by Lion's demonstration of strength. In fact she looks... oddly relieved somehow, when he turns back to face her? But don't think about it too hard.

"Well, that seems to be all in order..." She nods more to herself than Lion and gives him a little smile. "And you plan to continue working at the theater, yes? Would you object to my contacting you if I find I have a use for you?"

"Of course. I can give you my phone number?"

He carefully sets the couch doen with a soft grunt.

"Yes, that should be fine. I'll contact you when I have use of you."

... Then her eyes get that spooky shine again.

"I trust my contact details won't be used for any nefarious purposes once you have them in hand?"

He blinks sheepishly as if he has no idea what she could mean. Because he honestly doesn't. What could they even do, pester her with texts???

Finally he seems to come to a realization.

"Oh... no Ma'am. I have a boyfriend."

That startles her enough that her glasses slip down her face a bit and she blinks at Lion in surprise. Then quite suddenly, she lets out a laugh and shakes her head, more to herself than Lion it seems.

"I see, I see..." She grins at him as if he's just stumbled into being the punchline of a joke. "Yes, I think you'll do just fine."

He's too stupid to have any kind of ulterior motive, clearly.

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