Owner	Pose
Okibi	Hana Yoshida is sitting in a two-top table at The Most Generic Chinese Restaurant In The World, enjoying... no, rather she is eating from various steamer baskets of dim sum. She's dressed casually - a pair of loose silk pants of crimson, an orange top with Chinese red trim amd a Mandarin collar - the front kept closed with rogante black embroidered knots. Her thick, heavy raven hair is pulled in a great rope with a black elastic, invisible against the color of her tresses. These are really not the best colors for her, they wash out her already pale skin and give her a sickly case.
Madelyne Pryor	"Is the food good here?" murmurs a soft alto voice. From right next to you. From the woman, who's suddenly...right next to you. You didn't hear her aproaching...in fact, until she spoke, you didn't even know she was there, for some reason. But she is, and the redhead in question is currently gazing down at you, her piercing green eyes regarding you with bemusement.
Okibi	Hana has been snuck up on many times during her training, if not in missions she took part in, so she doesn't jump. Instead, she turns a bit in her seat, to partially face the voice. "It is passable." Hana says.     She looks the redhead over, sizing her up. "Will you not sit?" she asks, motioning to the seat across from her with a free hand. She considers: she has chopsticks, a heavy butter knife near to hand, plates. Weapons enough... and there's the fire.
Madelyne Pryor	"Thank you." the woman says, sliding into the chair across from you. "I thought there must be some reason this....place...is so popular." Madelyne says thoughfully. "Though economical." Her English is....interesting. No real accent. The sort of thing you get when you're trained out of it. "I've been looking for you, Miss Yoshida."
Okibi	"Have you?" she wonders. "Why?" She keeps an eye on the redhead, then takes up a dumbling wit hher chopsticks. "It's inexpensive and harmless enough. They even have some passable things, if you know to ask for them. Oh, they will make American Chinese dishes, but they make edible enough har gaw and sui mai."
Madelyne Pryor	"I don't know those dishes." she says, a hint of curiosity in her eyes now. "I assume they're tasty, however." She rests her elbows on the other side of the table, clasping her hands as she rests her chin atop them. "You have certain skills for hire. I represent a group looking for talented individuals."
Okibi	"Hmm." Hana says non-commitally. "You sound like FBI, but you don't look it. Too soft. Too young. Too pretty." she continues. "<What skills exactly is it I am supposed to have?>" she asks, switching to Japanese for a moment. "If it requires going to Japan I can sugges to you where the door is without hearing another word." she finishes in English.
Madelyne Pryor	The other woman cocks her head slightly, then you feel a faint...odd sensation in your head. <I would not limit someone with your skills to one country.> she responds, more slowly, in the same language (in your own accent, even), then switches back to English. "If I was an authority, I would have no reason to recruit you, either, would I?"
Okibi	There is a fire in her head. "Get out. Stay out of my brain." Hana hisses, low. Her eyes glow green, a pale leperous light and the temperature sharply rises in the vicinity. "If you are here to trap me into agreeing to something illegal, arrest me now and be done with it. But if you enter me again without my permission all they will find of you is a melted puddle of what used to be a person."
Madelyne Pryor	Those green eyes glimmer, as she gets a faintly amused look at that. <It's impolite to speak to someone in a language they might not understand.> she continues in French. <But since you understand French, this is just as good to avoid eavesdroppers.> She sets her arms on the table, leaning on them. <Paranoia is useful...but I believe that's...what, entrapment? And would negate an attempt to get you to agree to anything.> She seems bemused by the idea. <The legal system here is so...cute.>     Her eyes sharpen. <Don't be foolish. I have no reason to resort to such tricks. As I said...this is an invitation. Or a recruitment, if you prefer. If you say no, then that is your choice, and you can go back to whatever you're doing.> she adds, a bit dismissively. <Though you might regret the loss of the opportunity.>.
Okibi	"<Who do you represent, then?"> she wonders, in French. "<In theory I am not averse to meeting with who employs you, whoever that might be.>" and she has a sip of tea. "<I imagine there will be a suitable payment for my entertaining this meeting, yes?>"
Madelyne Pryor	Madelyne reaches down, sliding a pair of fingers under the double breasted part of her top, then tugs out a small card. It's green...and there's a coat of arms on the back. The coat of arms of Latveria. Of Doom. She slides it over to Hana, then taps it, before removing her hand. <If you consider my lord's interest to require money to make it worth your time, I would question if you understand the worth of the offer being made.>
Okibi	Hana looks between the card and Maddy, then back again. She's impressed. "<I... I hadn't known that you represented such an august personage.>" she replies. "<I would meet with Doom-sama.>" she says, the last bit not very French. "<I am hardly worthy, but I would hear what he has to say, to see how I can be useful to him.>"
Madelyne Pryor	<Excellent.> The redhead leans back in her chair. <I will warn that this will require committment. It is not a short term offer. But an opportunity to be more than just a solo mercenary. Protection, from your Japanese problems.>
Okibi	"<You certainly have done your homework. I applaude Doom-sama's intelligence apparatus."> Hana says. <"You will summon me, then, when this meeting will occur?>
Madelyne Pryor	"I shall, yes." she says crisply returning to English. "Presuming you have a reliable contact method? I will send you coordinates..or come to get you personally, if necessary."
Okibi	"I would prefer for you to collect me personally, then if there are unforseen complications I will have the satisfaction of taking someone down with me as I blaze out of this life."
Madelyne Pryor	"That's acceptable." Madelyne says simply. "Your other questions will be answered then." She smiles faintly, then slides back to her feet, before setting several large bills on the table. "My treat, for the moment." It's well above what is needed to pay for the meal."