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Gang politics bullshit won, writing.
Fuck no, you're not gonna go "chill out" you've got a MURDERTRAIN goin'! You'll either get to bust some other gang's heads or get to knock around the stupider goons in yours! Wonderful!
"I'll go "talk" to the asshole Tony, don't you worry about that, heh."
He flashes his cocky grin as he takes another puff on his cigar.
"Alright, nice, just, uh, make sure to at least hear em out a lil' before deciding to smash in their face, no point in protecting shithead men more trouble than they're worth."
You make your way outside and walk a few block away to where the representative is, currently arguing with a small swarm of your goons. no gang member with half a brain would go into someone else's homebase, and no gangboss with half a brain would actually tell anyone where their base was. Well, the small fry at least, you heard some guy down in Pawnville has literally set up a thing where the police get one free go at his base each year.
Anyways, the shithead that's not yours! ...God fucking dammit, it's a furry! Well, technically, you think this type is called a catboy, but you get the idea. More importantly, he's another guy with powers. Probably just some generical stat buffs and shit, but you never know. You've only got three guys in your organization that's got em, and the third guy that's not you and Tony can't fight for shit.
He turns to you and flinches for a moment as he sees your face, (Your eyebags are long enough to reach your nose now)
"Ah! you meowust be the negotiaterrrr!"
...If he's doing that shit on purpose you're blowing his stupid face off and nailing his ears to the walls.
"*Ahem!* Sorry about that, slip of the tongue. My name is Nines, and I'm here to collect on behalf of my gang after your men saw fit to ruin one of our establishments."
A voice pipes up from the swarm.
"A-and I told *You,* it wasn't me that fucking swang first! It was the other shithead!"
"Yes, and you were the one who decided to respond by picking up a stool and throw it, injuring one of our dancers and calling for your friends to jump him, igniting a brawl which injured even more employees. We merely seek a formal apology, as well as compensation for the damages."
"The fuckhead spent like half an hour needlin' me and then threw that wimpy punch after I told him to fuck off a little more colorfully than usual! Your bouncers suck shit!"
UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! THIS SHIT'S BORING!
Wat do
>"HOW MUCH FUCKING CASH, IDIOT!? MENTION THAT FIRST!"
>"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M THE NEGOTIATOR, STOP MAKING THINGS WORSE!"
>"Okay, y'know what, let's just settle this nice and quick" *Blow the head off of the goon that caused this mess* (Establish dominance, Tony might be upset)
>"Can't you just fucking carve up the other guy and sell his organs instead of botherin' us?"
>"Who the hell are we EVEN PAYING TO!? YOUR ASS???? Gimmie the name of your family or syndacite or whatever the fuck we're callin' these things now!"
>write in
