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fandomhigh2018-09-10 08:56 am
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The Circle of Life, Monday Third Period
Written on the board was a three step plan. Step one was 'find a fortune teller', step two was a doodle of someone who looked a lot like Wade stabbing someone in the head, and step three was 'money'. Which was helpful, sure. Helpful and made perfect sense.
"Today we're moving to the other end of the circle of life--" There was a moment as Wade held up his phone to once again earworm everyone in the room. "--the death side. The side where we're not legally allowed to talk about. Wink wink. I'm saying 'wink wink' because of the mask, you see."
"All of this, unlike the stuff about the condoms last week, is purely hypothetical information we are totally not encouraging you to act on," Vanessa said. "Unless the legal system is really different where you're from or you just want to, of course. Is that a good enough disclaimer?" she asked Wade. "I thought that was pretty good."
"A+, babe," he said like a loving, supportive fiance? Husband? It was confusing. "Soooo, you wanna get in the biz. That's what we call it, The Biz. First, you gotta show moxie. And then you gotta show willingness to do what it takes to complete the job. And then you gotta show that you won't be blabbing about it like that motherfucker Richard Kuklinski. No interviews. None."
"It can be tough at first, because you have to build up a reputation by word of mouth, but not one that will draw the attention of the police." Vanessa considered. "Actually, that's true about my old job, too."
"Maybe work your way up to it," Wade suggested. "Start beating people up for money. I got hired to rough people up all the time."
Terminally rough them up, but still.
Vanessa nodded. "Networking can also be a thing, but when dealing with other people in The Biz you gotta be careful they don't think you're a cop. Or too annoying. Either way, they'll probably kill you. And then once you're in the door, remember, you've got to pay your dues, like any other job. In this case that means the jobs your new friends toss you will probably be the ones they suspect of being cops or likely to get you killed. It's a theme."
"So! Moral of the story, don't be a cop. Don't get killed." He leaned back against the blackboard. "I feel like we've all learned something here, don't you?"
They were great at this, really. "And for your discussion time..." Uh... "Talk about one thing you'd do when you're trying to break into 'The Biz.'" Yes, she did the finger quotes. "That's not either of the things we already covered."
"Today we're moving to the other end of the circle of life--" There was a moment as Wade held up his phone to once again earworm everyone in the room. "--the death side. The side where we're not legally allowed to talk about. Wink wink. I'm saying 'wink wink' because of the mask, you see."
"All of this, unlike the stuff about the condoms last week, is purely hypothetical information we are totally not encouraging you to act on," Vanessa said. "Unless the legal system is really different where you're from or you just want to, of course. Is that a good enough disclaimer?" she asked Wade. "I thought that was pretty good."
"A+, babe," he said like a loving, supportive fiance? Husband? It was confusing. "Soooo, you wanna get in the biz. That's what we call it, The Biz. First, you gotta show moxie. And then you gotta show willingness to do what it takes to complete the job. And then you gotta show that you won't be blabbing about it like that motherfucker Richard Kuklinski. No interviews. None."
"It can be tough at first, because you have to build up a reputation by word of mouth, but not one that will draw the attention of the police." Vanessa considered. "Actually, that's true about my old job, too."
"Maybe work your way up to it," Wade suggested. "Start beating people up for money. I got hired to rough people up all the time."
Terminally rough them up, but still.
Vanessa nodded. "Networking can also be a thing, but when dealing with other people in The Biz you gotta be careful they don't think you're a cop. Or too annoying. Either way, they'll probably kill you. And then once you're in the door, remember, you've got to pay your dues, like any other job. In this case that means the jobs your new friends toss you will probably be the ones they suspect of being cops or likely to get you killed. It's a theme."
"So! Moral of the story, don't be a cop. Don't get killed." He leaned back against the blackboard. "I feel like we've all learned something here, don't you?"
They were great at this, really. "And for your discussion time..." Uh... "Talk about one thing you'd do when you're trying to break into 'The Biz.'" Yes, she did the finger quotes. "That's not either of the things we already covered."

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..which, to be fair, wasn't really that different from the usual look on his face.
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After all, the Crownsguard was nothing like what they were describing! Sure, he'd probably have to kill people...maybe a lot of people...but it wasn't like he was doing it for profit. And daemons weren't even people. Plus one could argue that Magitek soldiers weren't people, either.
It was totally different!
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