i'm the boss tonight
Who: Claire Leonelli and Joe Fieldman (Replica Riku)
When: earlyish Saturday morning (backdated)
Where: the auction house holding the slave auction for Jack and Sirius
Summary: Joe was about due to get into some trouble, and he picked trouble with AGI. Thankfully, Claire's in a helping mood.
Warnings: will be added if there are any
What an interesting day.
After his conversation with Edgeworth, and having heard the entire story through some moderate snooping (it wasn't so often that things caught his attention this way, and he wanted to know what happened), he'd decided to see it in person. There was nothing strange at all about an AGI business owner in his particular line of work attending a slave auction to see about the goods. And so, out of sheer curiosity and interest, Claire had donned his jacket and a pair of sleek leather boots and headed out to the auction.
It wasn't terribly interesting, since he'd gotten there early, but he found a place to buy a coffee - strong, laced with vanilla syrup and thick cream - and wandered into the area where prospective buyers could look over the merchandise. He'd heard and seen the two of them talking on the NV, obviously, but it would be interesting to see up close, for himself, just what had all these people up in arms. He didn't approach the cages very closely, just sipped his coffee and skimmed the merchandise, eyes flicking back and forth with a sort of practiced indifference he used to hide emotion. If nothing else, if those idiots looked like they were losing even with all of their Newcomer Fund money, if they lacked the guts to follow through, Claire could buy them at the last moment. No one would even bat an eye at his involvement.
Idiots.
Either way, he was standing there when he noticed a young man with pale hair trying to get a bit too close to the cages the boys were in. The boy was familiar in a way that pinged Claire slightly, but didn't entirely ring a bell. He'd either spoken to him before or just seen him around the Network. He was AGI, if Claire remembered correctly, something to do with that Newcomer business. And he was looking entirely too suspicious.
Really, were the Newcomers all just completely idiotic?
Security had noticed the same thing he did, but reacted entirely differently. Claire watched over the rim of his coffee cup, lip ring pressed carefully against plastic, as the boy got yanked out by security and dragged off into a back room after a bit of quick, terse questioning about his involvement with Club 24. Pathetic.
Sighing, Claire shook his head, squared his shoulders, and waited for approximately two minutes before smoothly making his way through the crowd to the door they'd brought the boy through. Sliding his hand into his pocket, he withdrew his AGI Identification, and knocked on the door, peering up with a slight smile at the man who opened the door - serious, wearing an AGI enforcer uniform, scowling at his ID.
"Well, good morning! I noticed you pulled in a boy just now, didn't you? That boy who used to work for the defector at Club 24? I was just wondering, would you be so kind as to allow me to attend his questioning? You see, I have a vested interest."
The smile might've remained, but Claire's eyes were hard, sharp, piercing, and demanding. He didn't even have to flash money to get inside the room, though he was sure he would have to by the time this was over.
Head still held high, a smirk still playing around the corners of his mouth, he strode into the small interrogation room, still holding his cup of coffee, and addressed the boy directly.
"You know, I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to hire you like we discussed if you keep making yourself look so suspicious, Mr. Fieldman."
He was just thankful he'd remembered the kid's name halfway into the room.
When: earlyish Saturday morning (backdated)
Where: the auction house holding the slave auction for Jack and Sirius
Summary: Joe was about due to get into some trouble, and he picked trouble with AGI. Thankfully, Claire's in a helping mood.
Warnings: will be added if there are any
What an interesting day.
After his conversation with Edgeworth, and having heard the entire story through some moderate snooping (it wasn't so often that things caught his attention this way, and he wanted to know what happened), he'd decided to see it in person. There was nothing strange at all about an AGI business owner in his particular line of work attending a slave auction to see about the goods. And so, out of sheer curiosity and interest, Claire had donned his jacket and a pair of sleek leather boots and headed out to the auction.
It wasn't terribly interesting, since he'd gotten there early, but he found a place to buy a coffee - strong, laced with vanilla syrup and thick cream - and wandered into the area where prospective buyers could look over the merchandise. He'd heard and seen the two of them talking on the NV, obviously, but it would be interesting to see up close, for himself, just what had all these people up in arms. He didn't approach the cages very closely, just sipped his coffee and skimmed the merchandise, eyes flicking back and forth with a sort of practiced indifference he used to hide emotion. If nothing else, if those idiots looked like they were losing even with all of their Newcomer Fund money, if they lacked the guts to follow through, Claire could buy them at the last moment. No one would even bat an eye at his involvement.
Idiots.
Either way, he was standing there when he noticed a young man with pale hair trying to get a bit too close to the cages the boys were in. The boy was familiar in a way that pinged Claire slightly, but didn't entirely ring a bell. He'd either spoken to him before or just seen him around the Network. He was AGI, if Claire remembered correctly, something to do with that Newcomer business. And he was looking entirely too suspicious.
Really, were the Newcomers all just completely idiotic?
Security had noticed the same thing he did, but reacted entirely differently. Claire watched over the rim of his coffee cup, lip ring pressed carefully against plastic, as the boy got yanked out by security and dragged off into a back room after a bit of quick, terse questioning about his involvement with Club 24. Pathetic.
Sighing, Claire shook his head, squared his shoulders, and waited for approximately two minutes before smoothly making his way through the crowd to the door they'd brought the boy through. Sliding his hand into his pocket, he withdrew his AGI Identification, and knocked on the door, peering up with a slight smile at the man who opened the door - serious, wearing an AGI enforcer uniform, scowling at his ID.
"Well, good morning! I noticed you pulled in a boy just now, didn't you? That boy who used to work for the defector at Club 24? I was just wondering, would you be so kind as to allow me to attend his questioning? You see, I have a vested interest."
The smile might've remained, but Claire's eyes were hard, sharp, piercing, and demanding. He didn't even have to flash money to get inside the room, though he was sure he would have to by the time this was over.
Head still held high, a smirk still playing around the corners of his mouth, he strode into the small interrogation room, still holding his cup of coffee, and addressed the boy directly.
"You know, I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to hire you like we discussed if you keep making yourself look so suspicious, Mr. Fieldman."
He was just thankful he'd remembered the kid's name halfway into the room.