Kibar comes a'bargaining

"What exactly do you want? Its not like we are boon companions" says the piano player. "Don't I know it." Says the orange mohawk-topped man with the wires sprouting from his head connected to a neck mounted datadeck. "Still, we owe each other mutual favors enough to tip the scale either way depending on our moods. Ok, what do I want? You are a Chaosian of Amber Blood. In good standing with Amber if I understand. I have been too long away from Amber and don't trust any of them worth a sailor's shore leave hump. But I need to know things. I need to know now." Rattling through a rendition of 'Waltz for Debbie' the piano player nods, "We all need to know things now. What do you need? What will you pay?"

Growling the man in orange says, "I've never dealt much with the Fea. But now I have some monster Fey from Azcala stalking me and an Amber Fea working with me. I need to know more about both"

Finishing with an excited riff, the piano player asks, " You keep strange company, Gastola. First, the Azcala Fea. "

"Its a man/crocodile were-beast of some fucking kind that reminds me why I usually stick to high tech, no magic worlds, the freakish monster. Goes by Cipactli. 3 meters tall. Roughly croc skinned in human form. The Nu Yark dark fea fall into gushy spasms when he shows up on the scene. Works with the Yakuza and I think the Diamond Glow Corporation. I've seen him flashing DGC exec cards to pay for table service and there are often a few DGC Corpirates around him, slumming ya know.. We had a run in and now he is friggin' hunting me. Sending Ninjas after me. Screw the swamprat, i've got Desri and Nik working to frag the Yak bottomline and I plan to lay some crap around so he takes the blame. But I need to know what his off-world cred is, savvy?"

Moving into a Coltrane back line creation of his own the player nod, "Savvy. And the Amber side?"

He shrugs, "Well, this forest runner of the blood showed up out of nowhere, unasked, uninvited, watched us dust up some yakadoodles and slipped into our scheme. Desri and Nik love the guy but his showing up worries me. Why now? Why him? What made the Pattern show him what we were doing when he walked it? I don't like not knowing who I'm working with. And his being Fea, and Crocababy being fea...it seems too timely. too big a frakin coincidence."

"Got a name for him?"

"Donovan.. a son of Julian. He's in the deck." Orange top says.

Pulling out his deck the piano player riffles the deck, pulling out Donovan's card. "Well butter my biscuits, look at that. Alright. You want a dossier on one Azcalan Monster and One Young Amberite. Whats it worth to you?"

"I've got a full ship of spice, vaults of tender. keys to a dozen private collections of rare booze. Hundreds of stuffed accounts. I've a dozen penthouses.. and more.. name your price."

The player nods, "Ok. I'll take one of those penthouses. The rougher the neighborhoods the better. You know Bleys frequents some of them in his costume games. I know he talks with you and you sometimes suit up to run with him. I want a place in the district he frequents. Secondly, I'll take one of those stuffed accounts. I don't care which. Money is no object they say but for us Amberite it has a bit of a different meaning, doesn't it?. and...lastly...You make an appearance; all nice and friendly, at a family dinner in Amber. You don't need to swear fealty or submit an article of submission, just show up at a dinner of my choosing, as my guest. Clean up, dress up, say hello to the King. Drink a few glasses with your brothers and sisters. Have a couple plates of food while chatting with your nieces and nephews. No need to get prissy. Just be friendly. Have a private meeting with me, Arloxedra and the King. The pattern sent you a young Amberites, so it has a plan. Play nice for a few days. I'll get you what you want to know. Savvy?"

Scowling, nearly growling, but knowing the terms are nonnegotiable. "Savvy"

He stands and starts to leave when the Piano player calls to him, "Oh Kibar, how about something for the effort. Jazz ain't free." Kibar pulls out a bill of some denomination and crumples it, tossing it into the Piano Players oversized brandy glass, filled with bills, coins, and business cards. "Here, you take requests I assume? Play them some chopsticks, maestro." Vek chuckles as Kibar leaves and he starts playing the ancient instructional piece.