[Long post throw up, sorry]
Bevelle – Apu’s Arms Home office [One Hour Before The High-Summoner’s Ceremony]
Three men stepped through the glass automatic, first floor doors of the Bevelle-based office. One, resembling a gorilla in size a stature, with a goatee and a bald head. That one was on the right, the other, on the far left, was thin and jittery. He had spiked hair, two hoop ear piercings, and a ‘porn-stache’. Both fellows were dressed in all black, heavy armored vests covering their chest, several guns around their waist.
The man in the center was the most intriguing of them all, he walked as if he commanded respect. Dressed in a white long sleeved dress shirt [sleeves rolled up] and black vest, with pin stripped black pants to match. He had his right hand shoved into his pocket and the left resting on top of the black fedora on his head. A small cigarette was inside his mouth, spreading its fumes throughout the clearly marked non-smoking room.
“Boss, they’re lookin’ at us.” Goatee pointed out as they walked through the glossy looking lobby. Indeed, clients who were all waiting in their seats against the wall rushed to catch what they thought were secret glances at the trio. While Porn-Stache twitched at this, the leader smirked bemused.
“Take it as a compliment boys, we’re the main attraction.” He waved his right hand across the air as they approached the front desk. A pretty young blonde woman popped up from her computer screen and adjusted the glasses on her face. She gasped as the image before her came into focus, nearly falling out of the chair.
“C-can I help you sirs?” Her voice trembled while her hazel eyes surveyed each one of the men; taking note of the amount of firepower two of them were carrying. “Ah-ah-Apu’s Arms is here to serve! Hehe…” She nervously added. The fedora-clad man removed his cigarette, tapping a few ashes to the white tile below. He grinned a smooth grin before he leaned over the marble counter.
“Hi, my name’s Arcade Gambit. I’m a…business man of sorts,” Arcade pointed with his thumb to his two pals, “These fine men help keep the…merchandise safe.” He chuckled, “I’m lookin’ to have a meeting with Apu, I can just walk in right?” The man fiddled with his left earring. The receptionist grimaced.
“I’m sorry, sir. You need an appointment if you wish to see Apu. I can set you up with one though, the next opening is in…” At the moment, the boss gave his two goons a nod of the head, prompting them to step forward, hands resting on the biggest guns on their hip. The receptionist gasped, yet again almost falling out her chair.
“I mean, here’s an opening right here for today! How did I over look that…hehe,” She typed something quickly on her keyboard, and seconds later out came three laminated passes from a machine on her left. “Y-you can u-use these to get on the elevator,” With a shaking hand she handed each of the men a pass, “Allow me to show you the way.” With her eyes glued to the ground, she rose from he seat, and scurried off down a hallway to the left.
Arcade and his boys exchanged glances, and motioned on to follow her. “Laminated passes make me feel uncomfortable…” Porn-Stache muttered behind them all.
After a short trek, they arrived at the elevator. “Mr. Apu is on the fifth floor of the building, his room will be all the way at the end of the hall. Have a nice day.” The receptionist gave a stiff bow before running off, away from the three scary men with guns and such. Goatee went to press the button, while the other two musketeers leaned against the wall directly across the way.
Ding!
Two silver doors slid open, revealing a golden interior with turquoise tiling. A whistle escaped two, more talkative members of the bunch, while the remaining one gave a full body squirm. The filed in, with the boss resting up against the back wall.
Arcade rotated two black dice slowly between his fingers, while the other hand brushed across the bangs that hung over his forehead,
“Alright boys. This is the situation,” The boss began, reaching into his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
Floor 2…
“Ol Apu’s one of the top arms dealers in Spira. With Sin re-appearing, people are gonna be flocking for guns, meaning Apu’s business is gonna sky-rocket. I want a piece—correction a chunk of that profit.” Goatee tilted his head back to the Boss, who was busy lighting a new stick of toxin.
Floor 3…
“But Boss, how’re ya gonna get him to work withcha?”
Floor 4…
Arcade smirked, exhaling a long stream of black smoke from his nostrils, “ Simple, we just flash our guns.”
Floor 5…
Ding!
The doors slid open, revealing yet another long hallway. This one, far more regal [And Gaudy] in appearance than the last. Tall ivory pillars reached up to the ceiling, walls of gold and red were covered by various works of art gathered from around the world while turquoise floors tied it all together. Arcade was fixated on the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling the entire time they were walking; those were indeed real diamonds.
As the musketeers reached the end of the hall, a burly guard about the size of Goatee greeted them with a shotgun barrel.
“Weapons.”
“Hm?” Arcade feigned ignorance.
“Weapons.”
“What weapons sir?”
“Those. Weapons. Now.” He pointed the barrel towards Mr. Gambit’s dome, prompting both members of his entourage to step forward, weapons drawn. “Hmph—“
“Looks like we’ve reached an impasse friend,” Arcade stepped back, allowing his fellows to handle the work. “Go ahea---“
“Sanchesh, settle downsh!” It was then that an adorable blue creature came waddling out from Apu’s office. A suited Hypello.
“Mr. Apu…fine.” The crew cut wearing bodyguard frowned. Clearly hesitant, he lowered his shotgun, backing away from Arcade and his men, but still piercing them with his gaze. “Dish mush be Misturh Arcadeh Gambht! Come inh! Come inh!”
Arcade grinned cheekily at Sanchez before he followed behind Apu. Goatee and Porn-Stache waited a bit, making sure that the frustrated bodyguard would follow his boss’ orders.
