Speakeasy Conversations [OPEN]

[itsananimalthing]

WHO | Riddick and OPEN
WHAT | Looking for some information. And maybe a good beer.
WHEN | After his death, late week 4
WHERE | Speakeasy
WARNINGS / NOTES | As always, Riddick's language

So he hadn't been punished inside or outside the arena. Which meant either his conversation with the bartender at Speakeasy hadn't been overheard and registered by anyone important, or they were biding their time to see what he did with the information. Riddick was tentatively betting on the former.

Which meant it was time to get more information. Freshly revived and returned to the capitol, he spend a day getting reacquainted with the city and finding out about the whole curfew thing before stopping by the bar. He paced inside and went immediately to the bar. It took him two drinks-- cheap beer; he wasn't wasting credit tonight, not yet-- before he got around to mentioning Lilium and Conscientia.

Plenty of time for a chat with anyone else who happened to be in the bar, right?

Comments

[itsananimalthing]

"I ain't gonna be much use in dealing with the populace, lady," Riddick pointed out, arms folded across his chest and regarding her coolly from behind his sunglasses. "That's not my thing. I don't even get along with the populace, usually."

Now, if she wanted him to kill someone... or not kill someone... or make some kind of contact that might require killing someone... then he'd be useful.

[speakeasily]

She shrugged.

"You're strong, you're tough, and you can access the arena. Seems like there'll be some sorta use for you, somewhere."

[itsananimalthing]

Some sort of use, somewhere. Right. Riddick didn't like ambiguous agreements. Nor did he like being left out of the details. "So you just brought me in here to say maybe you got soemthin' I can do, and maybe there's a plan, and maybe I should be in on it? Unless you got somethin' concrete to tell me, there's no point to any of this shit. So do you got a point, or do I walk out now?"

[speakeasily]

She arched an eyebrow at him.

"By all means, feel free to walk up to President Snow and take him down. I'm sure it'll work well."

She gave him a moment, before leaning back and watching him.

"This situation...moving in it is tight. Maybe you haven't noticed, but the Capitol doesn't exactly give us the heads up to what's going on and leave us plenty of alone time to make plans."