Dealing from the bottom of the deck...

[nynecrymes]

"He embarassed me."  Thomas Blake spoke, not looking up yet at the person across the desk.  This could be considered therapy, or suicide, depending on who you ask

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[all_for_father]

Talia sat back, her expression calm, though a smile did twist at her lips. "What can I do for you?" Talia asked.

"It is more what you can do for you. You are accomplished, you say. You are 'better than that.' Tell me what you can offer, and we will go from there."

[nynecrymes]

"Just a chance." He finally looks up. "You've got connections. And, in some ways, people who do what we do, are quite intertwined."

This time, his eyes go right to hers. "If I can count on you, when things come down...I'll trade one favor. Cashed in whenever you like, FOR whatever you like."

[all_for_father]

"Chances are not cheaply given. Or lightly, for that matter," Talia said leaning forward a bit. "We are an odd group, often intertwined, sometimes allies, others enemies. But the goals are what are important. If you stick to those goals then you can indeed count on me. I have to admit, a favor for favor is intriguing. As long as it does not have limits."

[nynecrymes]

She couldn't be. Really, she couldn't. Could she?

"When you do what I do, and how I do it? Limits leave the room quickly. Don't you agree?" Blake leans forward, giving her a canary-eating smile.

[all_for_father]

Talia barely even moved and there was a knife at his throat. She held it there calmly, "Another hairsbreadth and I will sever the artery there. You will die in a matter of seconds," she said simply.

"If there is something to be reached here, I will be the one using you as I see fit."

[nynecrymes]

Knew it. She wasn't.

"Well, I've had worse proposals...CAREFUL...you don't want me to die on the carpet, do you?"

[all_for_father]

"The carpet is indeed worth more than you are," Talia smirked the knife vanished back into its holder. "It would be a waste and I would have to replace it. You want an opportunity and I can provide you with that." In her lapse, she needed to quickly pull the shadows back together.

Too many things had been left to slide during her... illness.

"I may have a place for you," she said considering it. Right now she didn't know if she could afford to turn down help. But that didn't show on her face.

[nynecrymes]

"I wouldn't go that far. Because favors are truly the currency of people like us. And again, it goes for anything."

He sits up, adjusting his collar from the ghost-scar that she left. "Besides, how deep are you looking to get back in? I wasn't sure from things that rumbled before."

[all_for_father]

"Since you are indeed willing to pay, then that is not the issue." It was where, when and what.

"My goals are my own," she said simply. She was going to play to win though, that much she knew.