It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine
or is it? That's the bliss I desire.
As Madam Fae tossed the coin, Jackal's hand-eye coordination smoothly took it's course, the Mink's hand by simple reflex extended, grabbing Amber coin. Afterwards, Madam Fae would continue to explain the rules and stipulations of his 'entry' to the event. Jackal didn't hold any suspicions against Fae, in his mind, if she'd double crossed him, she'd just be another name on his ever growing hit-list on Baltigo. Especially in the Second District, he'd been racking up heat with local Brothel house owners.
"Shishishi... I have no objections. My Den Den's in the money bag and-" Jackal said, pausing his speech, reaching towards his forehead to detach the high-tech goggles he'd been given by Javis.
"These are a gift from my mother... They aren't much but they hold sentimental value. I'd like you to bring them with you to the auction. They're kind of a lucky charm of mine... as superstitious as that sounds." Jackal stated, placing the goggles onto the table. "Also... Take my scarf. I'll be needing this too." Jackal concluded, removing the scarf from his neck. Before he'd leave the room, he'd listen to Bazil's mission details, and place his hand on his partner in crime's shoulder,
"Don't do anything too wild Bazil. These people aren't as greedy or self righteous as the marines and pirates we've dealt with so far. Imagine that your doing business with someone as unreasonable as you." Jackal stated, patting his Brother before following Fae's guard, exiting the room, heading towards the entrance.
Securing the coin safely in his suits breast pocket, the duo would travel about two block's over until arriving through an alleyway, to a large auction hall. The amount of staff that were in attendance tonight, honestly, from any potential onlooker, this employee's entrance would've been seen similar to that of lines to get into a Saturday Night at Fae's place. Jackal arriving the latest, assumed a position at the back of the line, this was perfect, as he'd be able to listen into the murmur among the other potential employees, who'd been packed into the alleyway like items on the supermarket shelf. Two main personages did the check, a Winged Gentleman, and a Blood Hound Mink. The Bird Man wore a mask, his visage concealing his identity, and the Blood Hound Mink wore a pair of dark sunglasses, seemingly designer, as their make appeared to be classy.
"Shit. That's Ursa's go to client mercenary... Little Nose. He's one of Ursa's Four Fangs." one of the potential jobbers stated in front of the Mink.
"The other one... I can't tell who he is because of the mask but if he was put to guard this place with Little Nose, he must be bad news too." another jobber chimed in.
Removing the coin from his suit pocket, Jackal fiddled with the Amber Coin between the crevices of his hand. Finally, his turn had come, and though the Birkan didn't recognise the Mink, the Bloodhound surely did.
"Grrr... You're the Bandit King right?" the mutt faced Mink inquired.
"Shishishi... I don't know what your talking about... I'm here to work. Are you going to take my coin or not?" Jackal retorted, not flinching an inch nor delaying in his rebuttal to the Mink's question. Extending his hand, palm open, the Amber coined laid idle in it's centre. Snatching the coin, the Birkan scanned it's contents.
"It's legit." the Birkan simply stated.
"Strip now or leave. Head inside and you'll be explained your roles." the Birkan said in a very robotic tone.
"Grr.... I'll have my eyes on you, Ears." the Dog Mink barked. As Jackal began to strip down to his underwear, revealing his polka dot boxer shorts,
"I'm just here to work." Jackal stated grinning. Once stripped, Jackal would make it pass the initial guard, entering into a room with several seamstress and following the lead designer, who, if the word flamboyant would used to describe him, it'd be an underestimation.
"Come Come Darling. I don't have all day. Girls! Get the Mink-boys measurements... We have much more staff to fit! Showtime in half'." the Okama designer shouted.
Within seconds, Jackal was fitted with the finest of fabrics and escorted into the final room, situated on the 'ORGAN' portion of the building's layout.
Maestro's Notes wrote:
"You will always smile at the guests! You will never answer them with a no! Even if they are to ask for something not on the list! At any time you are caught doing something outside of your duties you will be shocked by your collar! If you are gone too long you will be shocked by your collar! If you are taking a break I must be notified of it! You all should have prior experience being waiters and waitresses so I expect no slip ups! Spilling any drink or food will get you shocked! Someone complaining about you will get you shocked! Do not mess up because these shocks are your only warning! Three shocks and...."
Snazzily dressed among the hoards of waiters, Jackal watched as the same guards from earlier entered into the room, and one by one, in single line fashion, thin dog-like collar's were attached to their necks. However, Jackal wasn't an alien to what the collars actually were, low-grade slave collars that'd have electrocuting functions, similar to those the slaves in Drum wore. The sight of the collars actually caused the Mink to have a slight panic attack, but pacing his breathing, and using several mental reassurance techniques, he'd debunk his mind from leading his body into any haphazard states.
"This is just a heist... You have control... Relax." the Mink thought to himself, pacing through his mind as he'd chant mantras to find peace. By the time the guards made it to him, the Blood Hound could've smelt the fear on the Mink's sweating body.
"You look nervous..." the Blood Hound teased, noticing that ever so often, Jackal's eyes would trail towards the collar in his hand. The grim expression in Jackal's eyes, caused an instinctual bloodlust to leak out towards the Mink's direction, which caused the Birkan to interject, snapping the collar around the man's neck, with no ill-will or intent.
"Relax, both of you." the Birkan stated, as the Blood Mink's claw's were already coated in Busoshoku Haki.
"This is just a safety precaution... Mink. Do as you're told... and they'll be no need for your anxiety about this collar. Right now... That look in your eye... You have the eyes of a former slave. For a man of your bounty and status... You should work on fixing that. Always have the fierce eyes I saw at the entrance. You're playing with the Big Boys now." the Birkan stated, smirking before walking away. Trailing behind the Birkan,
"Grr.... You're always ruining my fun. You like you have a sweet spot for that Mink... Aya!" Little Nose exclaimed, once they were ways off from Jackal.
"A Sweet Spot... No. Your instincts responded to it right? Fear isn't a bad thing. It's how we use it. Blind fear would've broken this whole auction's back stage into chaos. We're here to guard... not participate in whose dick is bigger contests with fellow employees." Aya stated, sighing. The Winged man's words, though puzzling, snapped the Mink back into his usual calculated state. Shortly, after all fo the VIP's would've arrived, and the massive voice filled the entire building, the mighty man's voice trailing like that of a state of the art PA System.
Service had already commenced, many of the seated patrons began to placed their orders. As Jackal exited through Door 1, into the hallways that leaded to the stall section, he'd walk around one by one, taking the orders of all row he'd been assigned to, sketching against his notepad. As the names of the organiser's rattled off, Jackal noticed that 'Mother's' name wasn't declared, unless, she'd been using an alias among the Nine Names stated. In Jackal's mind, his intention for this entire auction had gone up in smoke. Nonetheless, Jackal continued to take orders effectively, ushering in and out of the room, taking slight moments to gawk at the stage, it's contents, the amount of people present, and the organiser's hustling around behind the curtain. As he'd walk in and out of the service area, he'd get glimpses of the platform's contents and players. His mind raced, he'd still needed a way to get into VIP but had no clue how. At this stage, Jackal had been completing his orders almost flawlessly, maybe it was his time as a slave doing similar chores that made it like second nature.
Entering the backroom almost five minutes into the first listing, a commotion occurred in the service area section for the VIP staff. Foaming from the mouth, one fo the servers had broken the rules, and been shocked three times, the last buzz releasing a fatal charge of electricity.
"Ah!" the staff general manager exclaimed.
"Fuck. Now we're short one staff for the VIP Section. That fucking fat Fishman fuck... He waisted a good server due to his own ego." the general manager stated, alluding to the man's identity in a rude manner.
"Grr.... You need a replacement immediately. Every booth has it's own individual team of servers... Plus.... Mr. Gravito is requesting another server... This time someone who isn't human. His words, 'I already have a human boy-toy. Bring me something nice to cater to my beck and call.' " the Blood Hound Mink chimed in. Taking a deep breath inward, the Mink would walk over to the fallen servers's body, picking up the tray he'd have in his hand.
"Let me take his place. Ask any of the chefs or the bar-staff, I've completed all of my orders to date flaweless." Jackal stated proudly.