táifēng --> typhoon
{ 2 have entered the Demon’s Domain }
She immediately quirked an eyebrow—certainly different from the usual sloth. Her posture as well as her obvious habit was added to her positive deficiency. But nevertheless, the mistress was interested.
Turning her chair to open a cabinet, she halted in mid-turn to reply.
“And just who are you? Identification if you will.” Completing her turn, she spoke once more.
“I don’t think you alone could handle those flying rats; they’re not of this world. Even more depressing is that fact that they’ve turned this city in their favor. So unless you can calm not only their chaos, but the city’s chaos, I doubt you’ll be of any help to us.”
The semi-smirk seemed to never leave the brunette’s lips, cigarette dangling haphazardly from her mouth as she spoke. Even as she complied with the red-skinned woman’s request, her tone of voice was gruff, flippant.
“The name’s Revy, here on behalf of the Black Lagoon company – the rest ain’t really all that important; ‘cept that we get the job done, and done right.”
She continued on without much of a pause, dark eyes ghoulishly alight at the prospect of putting her twin guns to use once more; they were getting a little lonely. “As for these rats'a yours, believe me – this city ain’t much at all compared to Roanapur. Ever heard of it? The biggest festerin’ underbelly this side of the continent. This city of yours may be all hyped up over 'em now, but they’ll have their little wet dreams over whoever comes out on top, sister. They’re like little sheep – horny, gullible little sheep.”
{ 2 have entered the Demon’s Domain }
“May I help you?"
”– Hah.“
The response came in a gruff chuckle, an exhale of billowing smoke accompanying the action. The muscle-for-hire remained a few feet from the speaker, posture slumped somewhat as Revy finished another drag.
"If I’ve come to the right place, you’re the ones who need help from me. Somethin’ about a couple assholes bein’ bad for business. Dutch didn’t get the cash upfront, either, so don’t waste our time – make it fun for me, y'know?”