[Event Post]

[the8thmonarch]

::So you're walking around town, that's nice, right?

Well you come across a fancy building labelled "Jupiter Loans Co. Ltd.". Inside you'll find a woman in a pantsuit who looks like Noriko, if she wore her hair up in pigtails. She's sitting a desk, which has brochures, a laptop and fancy pens, and a stack of black plastic business cards with an emblem of a stylized Jupiter on it.

Oh yeah, and a stuffed kitty.::

Comments

[the8thmonarch]

... Hi, welcome to Jupiter Lo-- ::Sees you::

[the8thmonarch]

ans... how may we help you.

::Her voice loses all warmness and becomes cold.:::

[beastkingnaoma]

"Well, I don't need any money, but sure."

[becomeanwarrior]

I... uh.

[|Fight|Item|Tech|>Run|]

[A fear roots you to the spot... cannot escape!]

I didn't realize you were in the loans business now, Moeko.

H...How have you been?

[the8thmonarch]

Got filthy rich off of cheap loans with high interest returns in the WRGP. Man, did you get old and fat? 'cuz you look chunkier.

[the8thmonarch]

::Hands it to you. It basically says that the company sells cheap loans at affordable rates.

... You swear there's some rather nasty fine print though.::

[becomeanwarrior]

..Not a bad turnout, all things considered then.

And no, I beefed up a bit for the job, but I didn't get old and fat. Running around dealing with supernatural threats keeps me pretty in shape.

[beastkingnaoma]

He leans in to try and read the fine print.

[the8thmonarch]

Oh.

Good thing I dumped you, then. I hate cops.

[becomeanwarrior]

[Winces a bit.]

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Though technically I'm more of a Chief Investigator. SpecInv is kind of in a weird spot regarding the whole police force hierarchy right now...

But that's all boring bureaucratic business. Probably nothing you want to hear about.

[the8thmonarch]

Do you have a badge?

[becomeanwarrior]

[He digs into a coat and pulls out a badge.

It's a brass Millennium Shield.]

[the8thmonarch]

::From what little your eyes can read before giving into strain, basically the business has contractual rights to essentially take your apartment, your sofa, your dignity, and leave you wearing a barrel.

If you fail to make one too many payments.::

[the8thmonarch]

Then you're a freakin' cop, Balognni.

[beastkingnaoma]

"Ugh, that makes my head hurt."

He flicks the pamphlet back.

[the8thmonarch]

Well, if we can help you in the future, I'd be glad to.

[becomeanwarrior]

...Balognni? Really? You couldn't come up with better than that?

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

[beastkingnaoma]

"I think I'd look for less uh. vicious all-consuming lenders."

[the8thmonarch]

We're only vicious if you don't pay!

[the8thmonarch]

Puns aren't a strong suit, okay!?

So what the hell do you want from me, officer? My business is completely legit.

[beastkingnaoma]

"I can't even read this fine print, it probably has a million more little traps in it. Evil."

[the8thmonarch]

I didn't write it.

[beastkingnaoma]

"Who did, your partner?"

[the8thmonarch]

Dunno really. And I don't really bother with finding out.

[beastkingnaoma]

"..That seems ...iffy.."