On Watch [Invite]

SHADY BAR IN CENTRAL CITY...
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Ryze had been on planet Earth for almost a week, and in that time he had made himself busy with job opportunities. He had claimed some bounties, captured one or two, killed some others, and had run-in with some Earthlings in the process. It helped that the bounty hunter organization he was part of had kept lines open across the universe, on multiple worlds, because word came through of a potentially high-paying job for a high-class client.

Earth's President? Fine by me. I suppose it's like a King or something.

The opportunity to work for someone in such a prestigious position as the President of a world didn't come along very often, especially something so aligned to Ryze's particular skills. The Cerealian was very capable when it came to hunting people, aliens or things down, with his species having a particular advantage in that area, namely his single red eye, and now Ryze would have the chance to use it in an unofficial-official capacity. There was an obvious under-the-table element to everything about the meeting, given the location for the consult and the individuals arrayed to take part, so when Ryze entered the establishment he was quick to see the hush-hush nature of it all. He joined the group that spoke to President Derry.

"I have a question," Ryze said in a low voice from across the meeting space, as he looked to the new influential client. "What's the power level baseline? Do we grab anyone who's over the basic human threshold of five?"

There would be a lot of captives if that was the case. Ryze didn't think it would be, he suspected the power level baseline would be higher, but it never hurt to clarify. Besides, when it came to jobs that involved grabbing others - criminals or otherwise - it was vital to know exactly what one could and couldn't do...

"And what authority do we have for custody claims? Do we have official support from your Presidency office, or...?"

Ryze folded his arms across his coat, then waited for answers. They were a good start, aimed to make the job easier to perform, while avoiding any complications. It was better to know, than not, especially when it came to such a high profile client - and few could be more high profile than someone who ruled over an entire world...

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Given how recently Ryze had arrived on Earth, he couldn't admit to any knowledge of Central City Accords. He would ask about them, once the Earthling in charge finished answering about the baseline for bringing people in. The explanation was thorough, Ryze could appreciate that, it made the job a lot easier having very defined guidelines to follow. It also narrowed down the scope considerably, as the targets were anyone above power levels of 100, which was higher than the Earthling average by a lot - or at least as far as Ryze knew. It also made sense to avoid complications with upsetting those abiding by the new accords, since the Cerealian could bet a lot of people were resistant to the idea to begin with.

"So anyone at one-hundred power level or above," Ryze said as he nodded, the answer satisfactory and specifics given. "And avoid registered participants. Got it."

Ryze was about to proceed with the offer, when the Earthling President spoke up again and produced some tablets. He explained they provided basic information, probably for identification purposes without sharing private details, and would assist in avoiding mistakes involving those already registered. It would be helpful, certainly, as Ryze stepped forward between a pair of the other employee types, and took one of the offered items. He pressed the screen, saw a simple but effective layout, scrolled a bit then nodded and placed the device into his coat pocket.

This seems straightforward, which is good, The Cerealian thought to himself, as he waited for anything else. Wonder if that's it?

It wasn't. The Earthling President then turned to Ryze and another individual, in a bowler hat, and requested Ki suppression be released to determine baseline power levels. The reasoning was to avoid being killed, which seemed reasonable enough, though Ryze did wonder at the point - if he, and the other, were competent enough to suppress their power to begin with, wasn't that proof they were higher than the others? But, ultimately, the Cerealian didn't mind, and nodded.

"Sure."

Ryze focused for a few seconds, then felt Ki surge through his body, the sensation still exhilarating. He kept his power level at his standard, which was around 8,000, and avoided the temptation to power up. There was no point in overselling, and the bar owner probably didn't want to deal with damage from Ki release. As it was, the Cerealian looked back to the Earthling President, and could sense his own power level was roughly the same... but that wasn't indicative of anything, really, as the human clearly knew about suppression, also.

"Will this power level work?" Ryze asked, genuinely curious. No real sarcasm was in his tone, he simply wanted to know if he qualified for the job. "And I'm new to Earth. Mostly passing through, on my other job. Are these Accords meant for citizenry, or everyone?"

If it was the latter, Ryze would have to decide how he felt about being forced to register, despite not living on Earth...

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After the demonstration was done, with Ryze's power level being judged as satisfactory for the task, he immediately began to ease up on the output. One thing Ryze had learned quickly in his profession was to maintain a low profile; not only did help avoid notice, it allowed him to track and find targets without raising unnecessary suspicion, not to mention others underestimated those they perceived as 'weak'. As it was, Ryze thought the President of Earth was fairly reasonable, who didn't rely on his station or position to lord over others, at least not directly... the Accords were a different matter.

"Okay," Ryze nodded once his power level was back under suppression, as he stepped back into line. "I'll take your word for it."

Ryze wasn't surprised that a leader of a planet was strong, it made sense. If the Cerealian visited any world, he would fully expect the leadership to be the top of the scale, as would mostly anyone he figured. The weak didn't lead, they followed, and so far Earthlings seemed fairly below-average for a species in regard to overall collective power levels. There were standouts, of course, who were exceedingly strong - but they weren't Saiyans, for instance, who were bred to become powerful from young age.

Still, all that was beside the point, as Derry explained the purpose of his Accords and the registration process. It seemed it was a requirement for anyone who was on Earth for a any given amount of time, which was a potentially divisive angle Ryze supposed, but at the end of the day he was here to perform a job. And he would. There was nothing that would interfere with Ryze and earning Zeni, no matter the contract or task. It did help that the President essentially gave those gathered a free pass, for the Accords, so long as they were actively completing work for him. The trick with the pink flame and the cigar was interesting, Ryze supposed, and continued to listen as the final points were outlined for the deal.

Seems fair.

All that remained was to confirm it all, the Cerealian supposed. The deal seemed workable, straightforward, and potentially idiot-proof with the tablet that had been supplied. All in all it seemed like a pretty up and up gig, so Ryze had no problem giving his acceptance of the contract:

"I'm ready to start when you give the word," Ryze stated simply, as he glanced to the other contractors lined up. He wondered if any of them would have trouble on the job. Still, the money was the point for him, after all. "Are we paid per delivery, or incrementally?"

Not that it mattered, Ryze was on the job either way...