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curricle » Lair » Majima
Level 1
Skydancer Female
Nov 19, 2019 (2 months)
Stats Growth
PrimaryOrca Jaguar
SecondaryFuchsia Shimmer
TertiaryFuchsia Spines
Eye TypeIce Common
Energy: 44 / 50
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The Negotiator

Majima cracks her knuckles. The dragon at the end of the alleyway cowers against the damp, dirty brick that made up the walls of the dead end, wings pressed against its sides in fear.

Majima isn't very interested in the Pearlcatcher so much as what he knows. She's in the business of information brokerage, and she and her coworkers are the best in town. Word on the street is this guy's got some insider secrets a client of hers is willing to pay premium for. She doesn't usually get her hands dirty, but this dragon's been difficult to get ahold of and even more difficult to crack.

"No need to look so alarmed," Majima says evenly. "I'm just here to talk."

"I know what you do," the other dragon says, forcing the words out. "I got a buddy that ran into you. You said you just wanted to talk to him, too." The dragon swallows, a pathetic show that makes Majima's lip curl in distaste. "Couldn't walk for a week."

Majima frowns, then shrugs. "My discussions go different directions depending on the person I'm talking to. It's not my fault if someone only responds to force." She takes a step forward. "Now, it's up to you. How will our conversation go?"

The dragon hesitates, then deflates. "I'll talk."

Majima smiles.

"Good boy."

"You think you went a little too hard on him?"

Majima looks up from the papers on her desk to see Nytus leaning against the wall of the hideout, arms crossed. He looks relaxed in the honeyed light of the late afternoon. It's a sight that brings Majima a small amount of comfort, though she'd never admit to it. Nytus is always a perpetual picture of ease, even if that picture is fraudulent sometimes. But she knows how to read his tells well enough by now, and the looseness in his frame is sincere.

She glances out the window to the street down below. The building where they've set up shop is tucked away on the opposite side of town from Majima's earlier encounter -- it's in the middle of two different neighborhoods, and easily overlooked because of it. The anonymity is nice, Maijma thinks, but more than that, it's essential. Can't have a jilted client deciding to show up to make their opinions known.

The group is a strictly don't-call-us-we'll-call-you sort of operation.


"Guy from last week." He pushes off the wall and walks toward her, peering over her shoulder to look at her work. His whiskers tickle her neck and she flinches away. "That Ridgeback."

She looks back down and makes a noncommittal noise. "He lunged at me. Was going to attack."

"Bet it helped that he was friends with that Pearlcatcher from this morning."

She lifts up the papers to give him a better look. "It didn't hurt."

Nytus takes the papers and shakes his head. "You're really somethin' else." He straightens and circles around her, making his way to the seat across from her and collapsing inelegantly onto it. He scans the pages, eyes narrowing in concentration as they skip across the secrets printed on them.

Majima sighs, a little sound that barely makes it past her lips. "That's what people tell me."


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