Meeting of Minds (Villain-Open)

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"Some new clients?"

"That's the idea. I'll be back later."

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Here's something that many people don't consider when applying themselves as a lawyer: Most of the time, your clients? They're guilty. Just plain out guilty for whatever minor reason the accusation put out on the table. Missing payments, distrubed property, assault, embezzling, suing, killing, murdering, slowly shoving a pencil up a person's eye; all that and many more reasons are why people are usually guilty when given a defense. But that's not the main objective of a defense attorney, despite how many eager-eyed up-and-coming want to protect the innocent or whatever. It's a shame, but its a fact that you'll have to accept when entering this field. Sometimes you'll get lucky and get an for-honest innocent, but uh….that's a long shot. In some way, they did do the crime that they were charged for

But then again, where's the fun in just taking in innocent clients? This idea is a tad inappropriate to consider out loud in public because, well, you usually don't. Even if the court system does not consider the defense as well as the prosecution, it's still quite the thrill to fight against an uphill battle. And yet there's nothing grander than being able to legally prove that someone who has definitely broken into a person's house is innocent and clear of all charges. The expressions on their faces are marvelous, even if on the off chance you were, you know, blind. But at the very least you can hear it. Hearing their bafflement, their enjoyment, all of that noise filling the air is quite a nice award. That and the monetary award, but that's not really a big thing in the long run.

Recently though, the amount of guilty parties have been lackluster in quality. Simple hack jobs and bland contract mishaps have been the rage as of late for the firm. It's quite dull. Really dull. Where's the risk? Where was the client who walks in, can proudly look you in the eye and exclaim that yes, they did embezzle that hospital, and yes, they did expect you to defend them. Where was that golden client? All these others are just simple charlentons messing about, fucking around and wasting themselves until they rot on the streets or in a containing cell. It's pathetic and hilarious at the same time.

An absentminded glaze through a chat gave Tachibana a potential solution for this trend. A meeting? Potential clients to get buddy-buddy with? Potential people to melt their faces off if it goes wrong? How can she say no? At best she'll be able to make connections with whoever is stupid enough to get caught easily. At another best, she can find people she can immediately kill when she's bored enough. It's a win-win. So she heads out to the place, but not before preparing herself. First thing's first: No phone. She doesn't want any word of this meeting to come out in the open. Sure this would be fine if she went in all souped up on acid and pain, with her melting flesh gracing the meeting floor, but for some a first impression is important for a lawyer. She can't afford to be tracked back to this location just in case. She'll just steal a phone first. That should be fine. Second thing: Business cards. A fresh new set of them to hand out. A plain container with new business cards would be enough to entice these unruly figures. The quality of the cardstock must be seen to be believed. Only an idiot would claim these to be trash. And finally, some red pens and some spare blank papers files. If they were gonna retain any info, better to do it in person and in written format. The red pen is...well...you know. You knoooooow.

After observing the directions and instructions through a stolen phone and laughing at a minor typo (not that she's not guilty of that as well), Libra changes out of her hobbyist garb and prepares herself for this meeting. It's a risk to outright show yourself to others but hey, what's a little dirt on ya if you can also get a little dirt on them through the wonderful world of legislation. Proper dress shirt and suit, and her shaded frames. No rotting flesh smell on her. Tachibana the lawyer is ready to go.

Her shaded frame glasses hid her partially activated quirk on her eyes. She has to be able to see, obviously. Upon exiting the car park and entering the room, a lot of people were already there. A lot of weird looking people. Weird-ass looking cat, kid, and Clownman^TM. Could have sworn she saw some other two fellows, but eh. Hmm, Several known and unknown criminals sitting together in an office space. While a lawyer walks in as well. What a weird figure, they would be thinking. The only reason why she would be here if it was through the chat, so she would be one of us, right? That's an easy assumption to make. Well, no matter, they'll talk it out soon enough. No need to start showing gray skin. Just stay normal.

Tachibana simply shuffles to a seat and sits down, placing a tray of business cards in front of her. "Hello. Pleasure to meet all of you here." she said in a normal tone, with a smile plastered on her face. Her glowing eyes slowly vibrating, being hidden away from the world by her shades.

Secretly, she hopes this all goes wrong just so she can have an excuse to slather acid on them. Sure it'll waste a suit but hey.

It had been a while since the Thing had happened as Kado had come to call it, and Sonya was absent for medical reasons or something like that... In her head, she understood the delay in the silver haired woman's response to the question she'd posed to her that night. Neither of them wanted to screw this up, or fuck the other one over... But all the same it still hurt to not know yet...

Maybe this meeting with Marcie and other "villains" would help her get her mind off of things, and a business orientated meeting would probably do the trick. She took her motorcycle, after donning her usual mask and cloaked attire to disguise herself from prying eyes, and made her way to the rendezvous location. The fact that Marcie had chosen to utilise an ASTA location irked Kado a little, mostly due to the blatancy of it all... Especially if a snooping Hero or legal authority caught wind of all this.

As she made her arrival, it seemed that there was already a gaggle of people gathered up on the scene, a couple of whom she recognised from Sonya's last get together party. Marcie was in her kitty cat getup, and she recognised the mask and style of Miss Daffodil. The rest however she did not recognise, and that concerned her. True this meeting was aimed at facilitating a connection of sorts between the villains who operated their own business operations... But it still gave her some concern that there were several new faces in the mix.

Kado made her way over towards Marcie, noting that it wasn't just kitty ears she was sporting this evening but an entire new "face" as it were. "Evening Cat, I hope your mistress is doing well." she said, a smirk in her voice as she addressed the woman, taking a guess as to the persona Marcie was sporting for the evening. Taking another look at the gathered ensemble as she sat down at the table, two individuals caught her attention. Both with different reasons for their concern.

One was a child-like figure who looked completely and utterly disheveled, and in need of some serious TLC. The other was the four armed mutant who blatantly looked like a pimp. The latter gave her concern due to her experiences with such individuals in Kabukicho and put her on guard, whilst the former made her wonder what kind of state they were in, mentally as well as physically.

Kado leaned forward a little to look towards the disheveled youth. "Are you alright dear? I'm Thurisaz by the way." she asked, introducing herself at the same time as she tried to gauge the boys state of being.

He definitely didn't appear to be a business type of person, so was potentially here on behalf of someone else. The question being who would send someone like this boy, and when did Kado have time in her schedule to go and give that person an education in how to treat their staff?

If nothing else, this meeting of minds was going to be an interesting one to say at the very least.

Katsuo hadn't been all that keen on the idea of tonight and it had taken a little convincing on Kyoko's part to get them there. Initially he had seen it as a security risk. The invitation to the gathering itself had been sent via that strange chatroom Kyoko moderated and Katsuo usually made his thoughts on the chat in question known rather vocally. It was, by and large, full of insipid, vapid children who thought far too highly of themselves for Katsuo's taste. Nonetheless, Kyoko had a goal in attending and Katsuo would see to it that she could accomplish that. The fact that Kyoko had promised that if anyone attending got a little too big for their boots he would have free reign to teach them a lesson certainly didn't hurt. 

He was dressed smartly, expensive white pants and a shirt and vest combo. Bands of gold rested on his large fingers and a prohibitively expensive platinum watched on his wrist. He had no intention showing up to such a meet in his gear, not that he would need it. There were more ways to project power and influence than Military Spec gear after all. Katsuo pulled up around the back of the Asta building in a black SUV, quickly getting out of the vehicle to open Kyoko's door. He led the way into the building itself and down to the sub levels. Kyoko had sent him the blueprints for the building earlier in the day, giving him ample opportunity to memorize the layout. He knew the quickest routes out of the underground warren should the night go sour. He had seen how ecstatic numerous people in the chatroom were about killing and maiming just for the fun of it so he wasn't leaving the night up to chance.

I didn't take long to reach the door that led into an office space if Katsuo remembered the plans correctly. Kyoko simply nodded in his direction and he knew all too well what she was looking for. Katsuo smiled and nodded back before taking one quick step forward before slamming a foot into the door just beside the handle. He eased off just enough to ensure that the door itself didn't fly off the hinges completely and possibly kill someone inside. Sure it would be hilarious and Katsuo would likely be laughing all night about it, but it would probably sour the evening for everyone else and make the whole venture a waste of time. Katsuo stepped aside for Kyoko to enter the room before following behind her closely. Instantly his gaze roamed around the open space, taking in everything he could see, his training too strong to ignore. Assess the space, identify possible hazards, plan their neutralization. The issue was everyone in the room could easily be considered a hazard in some form or another. 

What he saw didn't exactly fill him with dread. The only standout in his eyes being the incredibly strange and obviously Mutant Type Quirker for no other reason than in Katsuo's significant experience threat assessing a Mutant Type was like trying to clip a cats claws, you just didn't and hoped things turned out for the best. Immediately Katsuo's attention was drawn to the young woman Kyoko was speaking to, the name spoken in greeting was one Katsuo recognized, Kyoko had mentioned her many times and extolled her helpfulness. Katsuo stepped forward as Kyoko introduced him, giving a soft smile and inclining his head ever so slightly. And if what Kyoko said was true and this Daffodil truly had been the one assisting on the intel gathering in regards to THAT woman, then it stood to reason that Katsuo himself might have use of her services in the near future. 

"A pleasure," he said kindly, "And I will certainly keep you in mind should the need arise." 

Kyoko quickly moved on, zeroing in on the only other well dressed man in the room, the creepy Pimp certainly didn't fit into that category after all. Ill Capo was his name it seemed, or at least the name Kyoko used as it certainly sounded more like a title than anything else, a man who dressed like Mafia and had a name to match. Katsuo chuckled quietly to himself, it was just so stereotypical. Still, he'd only just met the man so he would reserve judgement until later, Kyoko certainly didn't seem to mind him so that was already a tick in his favor. As with Daffodil Katsuo nodded in greeting, holding out a hand in greeting. Should Ill Capo take the offered hand he would find quite possibly the strongest handshake of his life. It was a little 'trick' that Katsuo had picked up over the years, if you could call it that. He knew he was strong, far stronger than the vast majority of people he had ever and would ever meet, so he had quickly learned to tone it down just enough to be somewhat intimidating without causing any real pain to the recipient. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm sure we'll be working together at some point." he said with a half cocky, half sincere smile plastered across his features. 

That done, noticing Kyoko looking around for a seat, Katsuo moved away and pulled one out for her before taking a seat at the round table beside her, positioning himself so as to be able to block anything untoward should the need arise. He wasn't expecting anything that exciting tonight, even if he hoped for it, but he hadn't gotten as far as he had in life without being careful when he needed to. He and Kyoko needed to project strength tonight so if things did end up going south he was need to be ready to bring the pain in totality. Nothing tended to instill respect into criminals more than beating one of them to death in front of the others after all. It certainly wouldn't be the first time Katsuo had been called to do something similar, though it would be the first time for Kyoko instead of.....Them. Katsuo shook his head and put his attention back to the task at hand.
 

She wasn't very far behind Hiroki as all these big cheese villains slowly made their entrances. A meeting of so many dark villains that she almost had to snort as it made her think of something you'd hear about on a Saturday morning cartoon. Watching her man mozy up with style always had a way of making her top hat stand up properly. Lighting up a smoke to hide her blush briefly as her metal teeth cut lightly into the cigar wrap and the sweet smoke slowly came like a stream of lightly puffy smoke from her lips. She held close remaining near him as each step she took held a heavy metal clank in sound. It made her rather hard not to notice and her black voids for eyes seemed to just stare off at nothing. But each of her metallic eyes that were along her arms seemed to blink in several directions snapping pictures and looking about curious at just who all was here. She let out a whistle as the sights kept coming.

"Damn this shit sure is all serious and shit. Villains coming out of the wood works! I see lots of faces I want to work with and or shoot in the face! This is pretty frickin sweet! Anyone want a cigar? Some have other shit in them but I forget which ones so you may get a fucked up buzz?" She'd say holding up some other cigars offering them to Hiroki and any other takers that didn't mind taking a risk of special sorts of buzzes.  She'd almost cartoonishly in her own way use one of her overly large gloved mechanical hands to hold one of Hiroki's if he's allowed. As if making a statement as well being she didn't always like being in a place she couldn't hold control. An things that  belonged to her she protected as fiercely as a starving dog to a bone with a bit of meat on it. "Whats up butter cups!" She'd say lightly tilting her hat with her free hand as overly large as it was. Anyone that  would catch a glimpse of the inside of the top hat would see several weapons and cash clips and what appeared to be small baggies stored within as she moments later placed it back atop her head. She seemed peppy and curious to see what was all this about treating like a date or a night on the town.