originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]Feather Funds | Dojoville, Undisclosed Cafe[/u][/b]
[spoiler]For Pants or any faction leaders I guess.[/spoiler]
Mason leaned back in his seat, waiting for his clients. His crutch was leaned against a spare chair meticulously, with his the brace he wore on his right leg hidden under the wooden surface of the table. The aging man could almost pass as a normal citizen rather than a cripple. Well, the definition of [i]normal[/i] was a far cry from an average townsperson in the Dojo. People of all sorts of races and backgrounds carried weapons of all kinds for the Dojo's norm of fighting.
He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He knew he wasn't there for that. Mason Cartier's fighting days were long over, and not just because of his crippled leg. A cripple was the equivalent of a unicorn in the Dojo, since there were so many alternatives like mechanical augments and healing magic. Strange, to say the least. But not unreasonable.
Alas, he wasn't there to reflect on the nature of the Dojo. He was there for a business deal.
Well, a deal at the very least, anyways.
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He cocked his head. "I thought I was being transparent earlier. It's nigh impossible to get an accurate number with all the daily going-ons. Fights, occasional invasions and such." Mason raised his forearm and tapped a few times on the face of his wristwatch. A holographic interface appeared before him, holding up statistics and inquiries. "Let's see here. Altogether, American cleaning companies on Earth in 2015 had business revenues reaching up to $51 billion. So let's start at a flat fee of half that price for cleaning. Then if you feel that you want more of what I'm offering, give the other half of the price. From there, it'll just be fees proportionate to our work's prices."
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Tesuto would look at the man for a moment. Past his steel helm no emotion could be picked up by mason. Then, he would receive a nod. “Indeed. I can accept this deal. I will get in contact with our accountants and we will figure it all out with you.” Tesuto stated, offering Mason his hand.
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He nodded in response to the armoured robot. "All money will fund the production of automated labor and acquisition of supplies. From there, we'll also be investing in specialized equipment for any current buildings that need repairs." Mason took Tesuto's hand and shook it, smiling to seal the deal. "The Dojo's gonna be a lot cleaner from here on out," he stated, "no more bodies in the streets for the crows to peck at in the morning. No more bars burnt down from a brawl out of control. Here's to the civilized era, Tesuto."
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“Indeed. Thank you for the time, Mason.” [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yote[/spoiler]