Rye: Oh fall, wonderful fall, oh how it always seems overcast, wonderful downpour raining upon the town. Joyus day. Just lovely. A none-too-happy simisear had to make his way all through town to get to his semi-official business partner's place. It didn't help that he didn't exactly recall where she lived. He had gone to a few houses asking around for Cher. He never realized just how much she gets around. He rubbed the back of his soggy neck as he finally got an address with a relieved "thanks". He made his way to the ware-home getting poured on the entire time.
By the time he had reached her home, water was dripping off the tips of his ears. He banged loudly on the front door looking for freedom from this horrid weather. "CHEEER!" He cried out like an angry cat, "CHEEEEEEER!!!" every second she didn't answer he got louder.
Cher: Rainy days like today were not Cher's favorite. The sun was hidden away from view by dark grey clouds as if it were being held hostage. At least that's how Cher felt. At least she had a roof over her head, something that Cher was extremely grateful for. She looked up from the storybook she was reading to glance at the downpour outside of the window and took a sip of spiced hot chocolate, wondering how long it would be before it stopped. A sudden banging and hollering from below interrupted her thoughts.
Startled, the Zoroark spilled some of the hot chocolate on herself. Cursing she set the drink down and forced herself to get off of the nice, warm nest of pillows and blankets she was lounging on. "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Geeze.."
Ignoring the irritated squawks from M. Tetu, Cher ran down the flight of stairs and opened the door to see who was calling for her. The miserable looking guy that greeted her was one of the last 'mons Cher would've expected to see on a day like this. "Rye? W-what... why are you..?" She started shaking her head flustered and confused. "Actually never mind. Pour l'amour de Dieu, come inside! You're going to catch your death, you idiot!"
Rye: The 'sear hurried in shivering as though he had seen his death. "What took you?! We agreed on noon, did we not?! Did you decide to stop for a drink before answering the door?!?!"
His soaked clothes keeping any heat from reaching his skin. He tried his best to get a flame in his hand to dry himelf off. He managed to muster a small one then used it to evaporate the water that had soaked his fur. He was still damp by the time be finished, but no longer soaked to the bone. Finally allowing himself time to look around he noticed Cher's stain. "Guess I wasn't too far off with getting the drink, huh~?" He smiled cheekily.
Cher: "Well in my defense I didn't think you were actually going to show up!" Cher snapped exasperated. "I thought you'd take a rain check or something! What, with the weather being so awful today! " She crossed her arms and bit the inside of her cheek, actually feeling kinda bad for him. For once he was actually right, a rather awkward thing for Cher.
She glanced at the stain Rye pointed out on her sweater and sighed. "Oui, spiced hot chocolate. You.. want some?" she asked. "It's really good on a cold, rainy day."
Rye: "What? I am hurt, wounded." His movements dramatic and his words sarcastic. Rye turned back to Cher with a seriousness in his eyes "I just wanted to get the business rolling." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little box full of golden leaves. Ever since Cher warned him about their value he had been keeping them safer and in better condition. He took one out of the box and held it between two fingers, examining it. It really did look nice, but it didn't seem to have much value other than it's shine. If she really could make them pricey trinkets, then he'll march through rain, snow, and sleet to get his share as fast as possible.
At the mention of chocolate he perked up and put the leaf gently in the box. "That would be wonderful!" His stomach rumbled greedily.
Cher: "Alright, this way then," Cher smirked, leading the way to the kitchen.
M. Tetu had made his way downstairs and was glaring at the simisear with dislike and distrust. Keeping his distance from Rye, the grumpy old bird went ahead of them to perch on a chair by Cher's maman. Lucille was sitting at a medium sized table focusing intently on the mug in between her hands, as if she were scrying for some sort of hidden message. Noticing that people were entering, she looked and smiled at them kindly.
Cher gave her a quick hug before heading into the kitchen. "Feel free to sit wherever!" she called out.
Rye: Rye walked a decent distance behind the young zoroark before entering the room. He didn't notice the little fossil bird until it was comfortably perched by Lucille. Finding a seat that was at least one person's spot away from the pair, he sat down. The 'sear sprawled himself out, releasing a sigh. It was so warm in the house, comforting.
He soon composed himself, he looked more than relaxed, but his eyes flickered around the room and eventually rested on the older 'mon. "G'devening" He tipped his hat to the shiny z'ark. "It's quite the stormy day, isn't it?" he gave a half smile.
Cher: "Oui," Lucille agreed letting out a little laugh. "It is very.. wet and cold. Not good to be.. dehors. out.. doors?." Giving an embarrassed smile Cher's maman turned her attention to M. Tetu and stroked his faded yellow feathers. The archen grumbled for a bit and hopped onto the table to perch closer to her. For all his grumbling he didn't make any move to stop her, secretly loving her petting him.
It wasn't too long before Cher came out with two steaming mug of hot chocolate spiced with chili, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and laced with vanilla. Setting one in front of Rye and a milder version in front of Lucille, Cher went to take a seat of her own. But before she even sat down, she remembered her own mug upstairs.
"Merde," she muttered. Not taking time to excuse herself, the Zoroark rushed to grab it before it got cold. Nothing was worse than cold hot chocolate.
Rye: A shiver ran down the spine of the fire ape as he breathed in the scent of the cocoa. The steam rising from the mug filled his nose with warmth, the smell made his mouth water. He grabbed the glass gently but took a big gulp. He hadn't realized how spicy it was until it was already halfway down his throat. "hooooooooot" he breathed out, a soft smile edged it's way onto Rye's face. The drink really hit the spot, it was a perfect counter to the weather he had endured to get here.
He raised his mug to Lucille and then quickly gulped down the rest, a puff of steam escaping his mouth as he exhaled. "My compliments to the chef~" He was in a completely different mood than when he had entered not ten minutes ago.
Cher: Cher quickly grabbed her hot chocolate and checked to see if it could even still be considered "hot". Her ears flattened, finding to be lukewarm at best. Still... it would be bad if she just let it go to waste. Taking the drink with her, Cher made her way back to the table where her maman and Rye were.
She smiled seeing that the hot chocolate seemed to have done its job. "So, is it good? Or is it good?" the zoroark asked cheekily as she took a seat between the two of them.
Rye: The simisear raised his drink as if toasting Cher, a cheeky grin on his face. Bringing the mug back down between his hands he quickly gulped down the rest.
Not being one to savor food or light-hearted situations, Rye went straight to the point of why he came. " So, how are we going to make this business work?" His face now serious. He pulled out the case of which he had the golden leaves stashed, then opened it to display their brilliant sheen. "I'm thinking if the necklaces look good enough we could get at least 1k out of each of the leaves." He looked to the red-haired zoroark, trying to read her reaction to this proposal.
Cher: Cher sipped her nearly cold hot chocolate and eyed the golden leaves Rye had pulled out. They were quite lovely and a strange fusion between organic leaves and precious metals. "1k, huh?" she asked in a skeptical tone, setting the mug down.
She picked up one of the leaves and turned it around, tilting her head analyzing it. "It might be possible, but I highly doubt anyone would buy it for that much. That's more on the high end of the spectrum, mon ami. Especially since they're just going to be on a simple gold chain. We could probably sell them all if we price them for about 200 gears each." With that being said, Cher placed the golden leaf back into place and resumed finishing her drink.
Rye: "200 gears... " Rye scratched behind his ear, he wanted to milk these things for all they're worth, would 200 gears really be the best price? He admitted to himself he didn't know much about jewelry and reasonable pricing in general. He still had many leaves left, at least 17, and if they each sold at 200, he'd have over his initial price. To be honest, he was ready to get these things off his hands as soon as possible.
"Alright." he said after his long pause of thought. "Now. Where are we going to set up shop?" Location was just as important as merchandiser after all. He had a few ideas himself, he'd really like to set up beside the bakery. His reasoning was that a nice group of people would show up, but his gut was the real reasoning behind his desire. The simisear would probably have every gear spent by the time he earned it if they set up there.
Cher: Drinking the last of the spiced, grainy syrup Cher set the mug down and rested her head in her hand thinking. "Well most people sell their crafts at craft shows and farmers markets or at those booths that you'd see in the big cities like Castelia, but I'm not sure how well a random booth would work here. I know that there's a farmers market here and we could probably set up a booth there, but first we'll have to talk to some people and get a few things straightened out..."
Cher paused and bit her lip thinking. "Do you think... you could smooth talk our way out of having to pay for a space fee? We'd have to pay for the membership fee regardless, but.." Cher knew that it wasn't exactly right, but it would be tricky scrounging up the money to pay for both the space fee and the membership fee, a total of about 500 gears, right now.
Rye: Rye's ears perked up at the question Cher just proposed, a big cheeky grin crossed his face "Hon hon hon baguette Prism tower Cheri! I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth~~" He puffed out his chest like a proud honchkrow "Of course I can! Talking my way out of a little fee is like child's play compared to some of my other scemes. Honestly." He glanced her way after he finished bragging on himself. "Just tell me who the bum is that I need to persuade and the extra charge is as good as gone."
His big smirk turned into a subtle grin. He was going over possible scenarios to play out in his head. It was really great that Cher was helping him out with this, he'd never really had a partner in his cons since he split from his mother. Despite everything, she was always really nice to him. She was smart about what to do, collected, giving advice when he needed it... "hrk!!"
Rye jumped in his seat as he regained his focus. Where did those thoughts come from? This was a business deal, of course they'd be working together, she's doing it to get a cut of the money. Rye shook his head to clear away any idle thoughts. "We should probably set up shop as soon as possible. Within the week would be good, preferably as soon as the rain has dried up. More people out and about, y'know?"
Cher: She gave his arm a light punch for the bad Kalosian joke. Of course Rye was amused by all this. For a moment she was questioning why she was entrusting the cocky jerk with this, but Rye could be a decent con-artist every now and then. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," she said rolling her eyes and trying to hide a smile.
She stroked M. Tetu under his chin and then counted out how many leaves Rye had, calculating to see if she had enough supplies to make all the necklaces. Worst case scenario she would have to pay a visit to the blacksmith to order some more gold chain. Rye jumping in his seat for no reason startled her and made her drop the case. Glowering at him, she checked to see that the golden leaves were alright.
The vixen thought about his proposition for a moment. "Agreed. To be honest.. we don't really have that much time left considering that most markets shut down after October, but we should be able to make it in time for holiday bazaars. And with the holidays are more shoppers, non?"
Rye: Rye just nodded, scratching his head under his hat. "Would three days be enough time for you to make the product?" He glanced to the side at her.
The rain still drummed down on the roof, he was silently wishing that it would come to a miraculous stop within the next 10 minutes, but knew it wasn't likely. He felt antsy, he wasn't used to being welcome in homes for this length of time. It was about time for his departure. Unknown to him he was pumping his leg up and down.
Cher: "Oui," Cher answered. "I should be able to make several necklaces in between working at the docks and the art studio. I already have a prototype made with a leaf that I had saved, and judging by that the process shouldn't take too long." She would like to have them all done by the time it came to sell them, but things had a funny way of popping up and taking free time away. Cher sighed. Working overtime was never fun.
Noticing the increased tapping sounds, Cher glanced over at Rye's direction. He seemed to be getting really restless. "Do... you need to go?" Cher inquired. The thought of sending him out into the cold unforgiving autumn rain saddened her, but she wouldn't hold him back if he really wanted to go.
Rye: "Yeah, we have everything worked out. I'll leave the leaves here and let you make them sellable." He stood up and remembered Lucille was sitting relatively close to him. Giving her a small nod of acknowledgment and a smile, he started to make his way to the door.
"We'll meet up in four days at around 8 in the morning at the market. Don't. Forget. I'll be there whether it's snow, shine, or meteorites, okay?" He raised his brows at Cher, remembering how he had to wait in the rain for her to get at the door. He grabbed the handle and twisted, opening the door slightly. A chilling breeze blew in even though the opening was very slim.
Cher: "Okay.." Cher said, following him on his way out. Lucille beamed and watched the duo leave the table before returning her attention to the grumpy M. Tetu. Cher took note of the time and date, grimacing a bit when he said 8 in the morning. The vixen was not a morning person. The grimace didn't stay too long, however, since she chuckled at Rye's promise to be there even if there were meteorites falling from the sky. Knowing Steam, that was definitely a possibility.
Cher's brow furrowed, seeing the heavy downpour hadn't really let up. "W-wait!" she started. Cher couldn't allow someone to head out in this kind of weather without something to combat the cold. Quickly the zoroark ran over to a closet in the hallway and grabbed a scarf. "Here," she said thrusting it at him. Ugh, why was her stomach making flip flops. "It's.. really cold outside."
Rye: "Really?" Rye snorted "I don't think a scarf is going to help in this downpour." he pointed with his thumb to the onslaught of raindrops. "I don't mind a little wet. Besides, wouldn't the scarf just make my neck soak up all the water anyway?" Though it was kind of her to offer, he didn't want her help. It was just a business relationship after all.
"If that's all, I'll make my leave now." He pulled his hat low to shade his eyes from any rogue raindrops while a soft smile resided directly under the shadow. Closing the door behind him, he made a mad dash to get to his hotel once they were out of sight. With every step he cursed the weather, and his own foolishness.