An Interesting Proposition
Roleplaying Log: An Interesting Proposition
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Seneschal finds Eddie in a flop house and makes her a deal about SHIELD

Other Characters Referenced: Phil Coulson
IC Date: December 07, 2018
IC Location: Flophouse in Gotham
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 08 Dec 2018 14:50
Rating & Warnings: Language
NPC & GM Credits: Seneschal as played by Peggy Carter
Associated Plots

Eddie moves around a lot. It tends to come with the business. One week she's staying at the Plaza and the next she's in an abandoned building normally used by crack dealers and quick tricks. Eddie's found a room that's accessible from the roof, but the stairs leading up have since fallen to such disrepair no one sane would attempt to traverse them. She's in her little nest now, sitting on a rolled out sleeping bag and navigating her phone through the specialized tips on the forefinger of her glove. Even here - especially here - she's loathe to actually touch anything with bare skin.

* * *

There's no particular sound. That's not how it is with Seneschal.

Instead, Eddie is scrolling through her phone with her glove. And then, there is a man standing at the top of the stairs. He's dressed impeccably, an incredibly expensive suit, his facial hair expertly shaved to perfection. If he came up the stairs they would have creaked or broken. It's unclear how he is here. The why? Well. The why may be very different.

"Ms. Morales." His accent is hard to place, but it certainly sounds British. "It certainly has been awhile, hasn't it? How have you been?" There's an easy smile there, warm and welcoming.

* * *

Eddie didn't hear his approach. It's those sort of things that can get a girl killed. He's probably already seen the trip wire across the threshold to the room she's in too. That's her back up for accidentally not hearing approaches. The sound of a voice does wonders though, and heralds forth the muzzle of a gun being tipped up from her lap in that direction. The fact that she recognizes both the man and the voice after a split second does nothing to lower it. "You need a bell. Like a fucking cat."

She seems calm as a cucumber on the outside, but Eddie's heart is thudding in her throat at being caught unaware. An exhale through her nose has her forcing a smile to her wide mouth, showing too much teeth. "Yeah. A while. You making house calls now, Sennie?" If this counts as a 'house'.

* * *

This is the sort of thing that makes Seneschal's smile grow. The gun is pointed at him and his while many might be upset or angry, he is amused. "You set up the multitude of your safehouses all the same way. I'm unsure of why you think that should make you feel safe."

He does not approach, he does not focus on the barrel of the gun. This is not a new experience for him and so he does not seem to be worried about whether or not Eddie will shoot him. He seems to think he already knows the answer. "What makes you think a bell would stop me?" he offers as a question, amused.

Whether he believes in her cucumber demeanor or not, he smirks when he asks if he makes house calls. "Only for the truly special. Or the interesting. You've been making some interesting friends, Eddie."

* * *

"I haven't felt safe since I left the womb. And stop you? No. Keep you from sneaking up on me while I'm doing major damage in Castle Crushers-" A game on her phone. "-perhaps. I was on a winning streak." Still talking about the game? Maybe. There is a tightening of her jaw that squares it off at sharp angles, teeth clenched as if Eddie's making some mental calculations.

"I'm flattered, really. But I've already been introduced to Our Lord and Savior, bought my weight in Girl Scout Cookies, and plum don't need a new vacuum, so what else are you selling?"

* * *

"Oh, you bought girl scout cookies? You don't happen to still have any Tagalongs?" It's hard to tell. Seneschal may be joking. He may be serious. Though, it does certainly seem like he will very interested in some cookies.

"I'm not selling anything, Eddie." He smiles. "I'm buying. In fact, I'm buying at a good price, even. It's a sellers market. You're in. You're in again. And that means something to me. How do you feel about being a SHIELD Agent again?"

Seneschal does not move forward, but he moves away from the precarious position that he was right in front of the decrepit stairs. He positions himself against a wall - it may be still structurally unsound, but it's not an open stairwell.

"And more importantly, how much do you want to get out of….this." He looks around at where they are and then back at Eddie with a raised eyebrow.

* * *

"Yeah, they're in the cupboard right next to the Frigadere." Eddie deadpans, hooking a thumb over her shoulder to a space of wall that's just bare studs."

"I'm 'in'? In what? In vogue? Suddenly having your very own Eddie Morales is back in fashion?" There is an indelicate little snort from the woman. "Please Seneschal. I left for a reason. I'm not what you would call a 'team player'. And I'm doing just fine on my own, thank you very much. I own properties all over the globe that you and your little friends will never know about. So this?" She motions around her, now that she's set her phone down. A phone that seems to be recording this very conversation. "It's a choice. So could I get back into SHIELD? Probably. I didn't burn all my bridges on the way out. But do I want to? Hell to the absolute no."

* * *

"You are someone that knows that someone who should be dead is alive. He came to you: Agent Coulson."

There's a snicker. "You think I want team players? You think I'm not prepared for you?" He gives no indication about why or how he is so confident about the fact the doesn't think that it matters that he is recording her.

"You're doing 'fine'." An eyebrow raises, again he looks around. "How would you like to be free? Free of SHIELD. Free of us, free of registration? I can make that happen for you. If you own so many properties that you could go to without us finding you….why aren't you there? That's certainly the question. Why don't you just leave, then, Morales? If you have so many places to go, why do I find you here, hm?"

* * *

Eddie remains seated but her knees tent up, her arms encircling them with one still retaining a firm hold on the gun with a silencer tip. "Is the fact that you keep pretending to know so much about me supposed to be unsettling? Because if we're being honest, I kind of just find it annoying, like in that hot friend of your brother who keeps picking on you when you're kids. I used to deck that guy."

Her finger isn't on the trigger. It's resting along side the guard and it begins to tap the curve of metal there. "Money. I have a goal, and I haven't hit it yet. Once I do, it's going to be me in a tiny bikini on some secluded beach until I'm old and wrinkly and disturbing the natives with just how old and wrinkly I am. So if you can make that happen, I suggest you start talking numbers with a lot of zeros after them."

* * *

If Eddie is expecting Seneschal to be upset, she'll be a bit disappointed. Instead, Seneschel gives a worried look. "Darling." His tone is soft, almost reassuring.

"You don't find me annoying…you do find me threatening. I can see that, but that is not what I am here for. I am not here to threaten you. Honestly. Power has changed and things are not as they were. This doesn't matter much to you, but I feel responsible for your past and I want to help."

Seneschal keeps his hands exactly where they are. There are no sudden movements, there is nothing else. "If what you want is money and a beach? I can give that to you. I am glad to give that to you. A flophouse in Gotham? You have deserve more than this. Let me help you."

* * *

"You feel responsible? Look, I'm pretty sure it wasn't your sperm that knocked my mom up, and you sure as hell aren't the divine power in the universe that gave me my 'gift'. And SURE as hell you're not here to just give me a hand out without anything in return, so I'm guessing this little 'power shift' you want to swing in your direction like a black man's dick. So just spit it out so I can tell you hell no and to fuck off and let me get back to trying to beat my high score." Still, despite her emphatic overarching denial the fact that Eddie's still listening means he's caught her interest.

* * *

Through Eddie's attack Seneschal remains. There is no wince there through her yelling, however, he still stands. "I'm not trying to be your parent, Eddie. My responsibility to you is not paternal. My responsibility to you is toward an employee that I respect and wish to continue to employ."

With a raised eyebrow, he raises his eyes. "If you are looking for a father figure, I am not your man. I am looking for trusted allies. I am looking for exchanges of likeminded individuals. If you want coddling? I'll leave."

Seneschal takes a step toward the window. Who knows how he would get out of it. "If you want in, you're in. If not, you're not. The rewards are a million million dollars and political immunity. The opposite is…" he does not gesture, he doesn't look around, he just pauses, before he says, "this."

* * *

"And yet you're still dancing around the 'why'." Eddie says flatly. "Last time I checked, SHIELD doesn't give million dollar signing bonuses, especially for someone the likes of me. I think my official jacket has things like 'stubborn and willful' and 'problems with authority figures'."

* * *

There is an uptick of his brow. Seneschal looks to Eddie and then smiles, this time the expression is far more genuine. "Oh, dear." This time he does step forward. "I am not SHIELD. I thought I was making that clear." With a grin he reaches out his hand. "When I was SHIELD, that was for ulterior motives. I now wish to show them they are bullshit. I want people who have problems with authority and are willful. And I will pay you quite a bit of money for you to help me do that."

With a smile he now adds, "I want you re-join SHIELD to help me show they are hypocritical assholes. They will house you, put you on missions because you are valuable."

Seneschal smiles. "And then because they only see you as valuable, we shall show them you are more than that. That is what I want. And I want to make sure we all live very well afterward."

* * *

Ah, there's the rub. Eddie listens to all Seneschal has to say, a seriousness in her expression that's rarely seen for all the air of not giving two shits that she constantly puts on. Her head dips, the first time since the man made his presence known that she's taken her eyes off of him. When her tongue emerges, it's to rewet lips that have suddenly gone dry. "You're asking me to be a mole. You want to plant me there to betray people who were co-workers maybe even friends…" She's mulling it so hard a wrinkle appears between her eyebrows.

* * *

"Are they your friends?" Seneschal doesn't look about. Instead, he folds his hand in front of him. "You're here. Are they offering help? Are they here?"

As for her question? He nods. "Yes. Yes I am." He lets a hand gesture around them. "Who are the friends that you are willing to protect? Are they here for you? Are they helping you? Maybe they will give you a pass, but are they actually here for you? They are starting to register people."

Seneschal looks about, then at the phone, the gloves and Eddie herself. "What do you think that means for you? Do you think they're actually your friends? Why not do what is right for you?"

* * *

Eddie's lower jaw juts out, but then her eyes lift up to Seneschal, her mind suddenly made up like a switch has just been thrown. "Three million and the immunity. One million before I even walk in the door, and the remainder due once I'm established back into the fold. And then I'll hit a button on this phone and delete our conversation instead of just beaming it straight to Coulson."

* * *

"Edwina," Sensechal gives the woman a bit of a look, almost disappointed. "This conversation was never recorded. The fact that you would try to is why I came to you. But it's also why I already had precautions in places."

There's also a bit of a smile. "And even if you give this conversation to Coulson….do you think he doesn't already know where I stand? Do you think he doesn't know who I am? And what I will do?" This is the time the Seneschal moves forward. It's slow and he gives Hashmark the ability to stop him before he reaches close enough to touch her. He does not, though.

There is a shake of his head. "Half a million now." A finger raises. "Half a million later. And then immunity."

* * *

Eddie doesn't stop his advancement, but she does aim the muzzle of her gun at his knee. "Two million. Immunity. Or I walk out of here, and you limp." If she's disconcerted about the fact that he has contingencies in place, or that her equipment might be sabotaged, she doesn't try to show it, even around the edges of her expressive mouth.

* * *

At that, Seneschal does not stop, he does not falter. There's a pause as he thinks. "Half a million now. A million and a half afterward with the immunity. Otherwise we'l never know you're serious. I can survive with a limp." The entire meeting has been a back and forth and so this is absolutely no different to him.

* * *

"Done." Eddie flicks the safety on her weapon, slipping it into the holster she keeps beneath her jacket. "Looks like you'll be tap dancing on SHIELD's grave after all. I'm sure you've already beamed your contact information into my brain, or whatever, and I'll forward my banking instructions. I'll start the ground work as soon as I see my balance sitting pretty. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, so now can I tell you to fuck off?"

* * *

"The fact that you could tell me to fuck off at any time is why I wanted to work with you, Ms. Morales. Or should I call you Hashmark?" Seneschal steps backwards, the impeccable suit still unwrinkled. "Actually, we do this the normal way. I shall wire money into an account you shall have access to immediately." A piece of paper is procured from his hand almost like a magic trick. With a swift motion he tosses it and then tosses another hand. The paper flutters and then a nail hits it and embeds it into a wall nearby.

"I'll tell you what we require soon. Until then? Just be a SHIELD agent and yourself. That's cover enough."

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