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Author Topic: Reallocation of Asshats  (Read 138 times)

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Offline Gregorio Zamora

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Reallocation of Asshats
« on: Mar 28, 18, 12:11:56 PM »
It was late. Real late.

Goryo walked away from the carriage with purpose in his stride. It wasn't raining, but the air was thick and the clouds overhead moved swiftly. If it didn't open up before the night was through, he'd be surprised. Didn't matter, though. Some things had to happen regardless of things like weather, or time of day. Things like destiny. Like restitution. Like settling the score.

He was angry, still, and he knew it. While he walked, he tried to calm himself down. He told himself that beating the shit out of one of his brothers wouldn't make him feel any better, but he knew it was mostly a lie. Still, he argued with himself about it, all the way from the cab up to the doorway that served as his destination. Every sensible person in the District was fast asleep, especially here, among the Landen. The Blood might be able to party all night and sleep away their mornings, but Aluar's children had work to do. Even their celebrations - tame when compared to the shenanigans of the Blood, but beloved and vital all the same - often wrapped up early enough that a farmer or seamstress could get a few hours' worth of shut-eye before dawn.

Goryo was awake, though. And soon, Ricardo and anyone else in his household would be awake as well.

His knock on Ricardo's door was confident and intentional. It wasn't noisy for the sake of being noisy, but neither did he have time to spare tryin' to whisper the son of a bitch awake, either. He knocked four times, his heavy fist rattling the door, and then waited. He felt the urge to light a cigarette, but he refrained from doing so.

He was gonna want his hands free.

Offline Ricardo Dominguez

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Re: Reallocation of Asshats
« Reply #1 on: Mar 28, 18, 12:42:49 PM »
Ricardo wasn’t normally awake this late, but ever since he took over administering the Plaza de Toros, he’d been working late nights to keep his head above the water. When he’d arrived months ago, there was a lot of information to wrap his head around, names and faces to memorize, and all the primadonnas and their various demands and desires. A few of them tried to work him in those first days, but Ricardo shut that down swiftly and firmly. Since then, he didn’t get bothered much with the little stuff.

But the Blood were a problem in every Province.

He’d been meaning to set up a meeting with Lady Elena Barbero, but damn if she wasn’t hard to reach. Ricardo got the distinct in pression that the Steward of the Province Queen wasn’t delivering his messages. He wanted to discuss the spring festivals and make sure than any misunderstandings about the Plaza were cleared up beforehand. He wasn’t going to be rushing around like a chicken with his head cut off, jumping through hoops to get things done.

If he didn’t receive a response by tomorrow, he’d go to the palace unannounced the following day and make her deal with him.

All told, it was late by the time Ricardo got home and sat down to run the numbers about the Plaza’s finances. Yes, they were in the black. No, it did not comfort him enough to check less. After the garbage down in Pirenza, Ricardo was even more fanatical about keeping the Plaza on the straight and narrow. He missed the food, though. Maybe it was time to open a restaurant up here and get some good southern cooking rattling around in people’s minds.

The knock on the door stopped him.

Ricardo looked at the time. It was late. No one came to his house this late. He didn’t like where this was going. 

He really, really hoped that the Blood had not chosen this night to respond to his requests for a meeting with Lady Barbero. He sighed, closed the ledger, and rubbed his hands over his face. He got up and went to the door, oddly aware just now how empty this house was.

I work too damned much.

He opened the door and found Goryo waiting for him on the other side.

Hey, Goryo! It’s late, man. Didn’t realize you’d be out this way tonight. Come on in, man.” Ricardo said, stepping aside to let his brother in. It was cloudy out, would probably rain soon enough.

What’s going on? Can I get you a drink?” he asked, making an attempt to be a good host.

Offline Gregorio Zamora

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Re: Reallocation of Asshats
« Reply #2 on: Mar 30, 18, 01:54:39 PM »
Goryo didn't move when Ricardo opened the door. Just his eyes, which quickly assessed how dressed the other man was or wasn't. He then shook his head, declining Ricardo's invitation to come inside.

"Get your coat," he said flatly, instead. He nodded his head back towards the carriage waiting at the end of the walk and added, "Got some work I want you to help with."

While Ricardo complied (because of course he would), Goryo went back to the carriage and got in, waiting there for the other man to join him. Once Ricardo was in place, Goryo leaned up enough to reach a hand out of the window, and hit the side of the carriage twice to signal the horseman to start moving. He really wanted a cigarette, but also knew he'd just crush it, with his temper like it was.

"You're takin' over Capital," he said, without preamble, his dark and angry eyes focused intently on Ricardo. Ricardo wasn't the source of his ire, but it'd be damned hard to tell as much, as surly as the older man seemed. "I'm done fuckin' around with this asshole. He's stepped outta line one too many times, and we're gonna remind him tonight why you don't fuck with the family. You got the balls for this? Cause if you don't, tell me right now and go back to bed. But you don't get shit in this life without takin' it, brother. I need to know you can step up when it's needed."


Offline Ricardo Dominguez

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Re: Reallocation of Asshats
« Reply #3 on: Apr 04, 18, 10:51:37 PM »
This is a brotherhood, Ric. A family. Whenever you get something, you’re expected to give back.

Goryo didn’t enter the house, marking Ricardo’s first clue that something was up. Ricardo was dressed for a night in the office more than anything else. Goryo declined the invite to come inside. If the man wasn’t coming inside, it probably meant that he was leaving. Goryo didn’t talk a lot. If he came to visit you, it meant that he was either happy with your work...or that he wasn’t.

Either way, Ricardo knew that he wouldn’t spend the rest of tonight doing math.

Ricardo grabbed his coat out of sheer reflex. Goryo called for his help, meaning the time had finally come for him to do a bit more giving back to the Syndicate. Oh, he gave back to his fellow Landen. He made sure to keep the books straight. But the Syndicate didn’t run solely on bank balances and good works. Ricardo stepped out the door, sliding on his coat.

You’re taking over Capital.

Oh shit. Ricardo thought. Someone was getting pushed out tonight. Ricardo knew exactly who, too.

I’m in, Goryo. I’m ready. Like you said, you don’t fuck with the family. When you get something, you give back. Just a damned shame when people forget where they come from.” Ricardo said. He realized, just then, that he’d forgotten his gold ring at home. He could have left home without his coat and it would have been fine. But leaving without his ring made him feel naked.

Better this way, you can get it when you get home.

What’s the plan? Are we the only ones on this?” he asked. Ever the numbers guy, Ricardo was calculating the odds of just the two of them versus any number of opponents.

Offline Gregorio Zamora

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Re: Reallocation of Asshats
« Reply #4 on: Apr 09, 18, 02:45:25 PM »
"It is that, brother," Goryo agreed as he sat back, mollified just slightly by Ricardo's whole-hearted agreement. He shook his head, and cast his dark gaze out through the carriage window. "A damn shame," he repeated, more quietly. Whatever he was thinking about in the brief silence that followed was interrupted by Ricardo's question. Goryo returned his attention to the other man, and nodded.

"Just you an' me," he said, in that unhurried, basso drawl. "He'll have his usual guys with him, but they're not expecting trouble. At least," he paused, and his mouth sidled into a lopsided smile. "They won't be until we knock on their door." He shook his head and returned his attention to the window.

"I wouldn't worry about it. Even if they're loyal to Gabe, they understand the order of things. You can't fuck around indefinitely. If any of them are smart enough to be a threat, they'll have seen this coming for a while, now, and are just waitin' for things to be set right."

Goryo looked back to Ricardo, and narrowed his eyes curiously, as though it pained him to devote a moment to trying to recall something he couldn't quite reach.

"Where are your people, Ricardo? I can't recall Dominguezes in Sitges." By "people" he meant family, of course. He'd never asked, but it'd never occurred to him that the man before him had no family to speak of.

Offline Ricardo Dominguez

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Re: Reallocation of Asshats
« Reply #5 on: Apr 14, 18, 09:05:49 PM »
Ricardo nodded as Goryo explained the situation. He knew Gabe’s normal guys. They were bruisers, but Ric knew a lot of tougher guys in the area that didn’t work for the organization. Gabe’s guys also knew where their bread was buttered, so to speak. Ric knew that a few of them had their own skim and their own projects that they worked on, thinking that no one noticed. If they could save their skins and keep their own shit going while someone else got caught up, they’d take the chance without blinking. Gabe had messed up a lot of stuff.

Like Goryo said: Anyone smart enough to be a problem was just waiting for the hammer to drop.

The slower ones would follow.

Goryo asked him about his people, surprising him for a moment. Ricardo was so busy most days and nights that he didn’t have time to dwell on his family. He’d inherited his work ethic from his old man, so it was second-nature to drive away bad thoughts with more work. And when he didn’t have more work, he made more work. Now and again, though, he visited the old man’s grave to chat, or just to clear his head. But Goryo asked about it, so Ric answered. Everyone had a sad story. It was just how the world worked.

I’m the last one left. My mother died the same year that whole Purge thing happened with the Blood. My old man passed on a little over twenty years ago. Well, that’s when he died. He’d been a shell of himself for a lot longer than that, due to the Blood ruining his farm.” Ric said, taking a deep breath.

Now it’s just me.” Ric said.

Offline Gregorio Zamora

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Re: Reallocation of Asshats
« Reply #6 on: Apr 17, 18, 10:01:19 AM »
I'm the last one left, the other man said, and Goryo didn't even try to hide how bizarre that sounded to him.

"What? Why?" he responded, as though it made no sense to him. He listened as Ricardo explained how his parents had passed, but in Goryo's mind that didn't explain why he didn't have a bevy of siblings and kids. But given a moment to think on it, he supposed it made sense if his parents weren't into having a big family, Ricardo may just not know what he was missing. The big man studied Ricardo in silence for a beat, then shook his head.

"You'd better get on that then, brother. Get you a girl and start makin' some babies. If you'da done that when your old man passed, you'd at least have some grown sons around you now. You got time, though. Plenty of time, still." He looked out of the window, a smirk on his face while he shook his head. "Man I dunno what I'd do without my people," he said, before looking back to Ricardo. He was easy here, one of his rare smiles on his face despite the fact that they seemed to be en route to committing some unpleasant act involving one of his fellow captains. "I mean I'm all for working hard. But what are you workin' hard for if you're not makin' a future for your family? I love the Gente as much as anyone does, but..." he shrugged his big shoulders, winced as he tried and failed for a moment to find the word he wanted. "I dunno. It just means more, still, when it's your own blood on the line. You'll see. You'll come 'round and meet the fam," he said, as much a declaration as it was an invitation. "You spend a dinner 'round my house, and you'll come lookin' for a nice girl," he said, smirking again as he predicted the future.

He shifted, sitting up and then back again, as though he was uncomfortable just sitting there rather than being up and mobile.

"I mean, otherwise, what are we doin', eh? What's it all for? Business? Bah." He shook his head. "Family's where it's at, man." He paused for a moment and then winced again, as though he couldn't quite believe Ricardo had no family to speak of. "Your old man didn't have any brothers, even?"

 

 

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