An Unexpected Proposal [Invite]

Thread PL: 100,000 | Items: Scouter

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Under most circumstances, Derry would simply wipe this place off of the planet and be done with it all, but now he can't possibly afford such a move, not when his gang is already behind.

Despite being the president of Earth and having as much political power as he desired, the Dirty Snakes were at a worse state than ever before. Many of the key members and elites that were once a part of the organization had either defected, died, vanished, or some combination of those reasons. With a severe lack of powerful individuals to steer the organization on top of Derry's busy schedule as president, the Dirty Snakes have suffered from a severe lack of leadership. Try as he might, Derry just couldn't find anyone who had any sort of potential to assist in running their own jobs inside of the group, making him more and more desperate for trying to find those that can assist him.

The president had been aware of a man by the name of Flip Fortuna for quite a while now, being a bit of a rival crime boss in his own right, even going so far as to own his very own casino hotel over on Papaya Island. Derry had made sure that he stayed away from the public eye until it was time to shine as president, but it seems like Mister Fortuna had a different approach. Under most circumstances, this would be the time that Derry would intimidate someone like Fortuna into submission to the Dirty Snakes or to just outright get rid of his empire, but with his many concerns about the Dirty Snakes' strength at the moment, those options are far out of the window.

After making his way inside of the building and asking around for the boss, all the while giving the excuse that he has some important political business with Flip, Derry is soon directed to a personal suite on the very top floor of the casino. The man approaches the door and knocks on the door, waiting a few seconds before asking, "Is Mister Fortuna present? I have some important business to discuss with him." At the very least, Derry can take this meeting as an opportunity to measure just what kind of man Flip is, and perhaps more importantly, how powerful he might be. He presses a button on the side of his scouter sunglasses to begin recording for any major power levels in the vicinity, eager to pick up on some potential heavy hitters.

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The door swings open, and Flip himself was there to answer Derry's request to hop in. The president gives the crime lord a little smirk and responds, "Gladly. I figured it was about time I paid Flip Fortuna a visit. I've been meaning to come over for quite some time, but now my schedule has opened up a bit." Derry steps right inside of Flip's room and takes in the room's décor, with a grand sense of luxury and whatnot, which was to be anticipated. Of course, sheer wealth and expensive furniture wasn't enough, and style was a far more important factor. Thankfully, the room doesn't drown its guests in snobby wealth and knows restraint when needed.

The two make their way over toward a cabinet containing many different bottles of liquor as Flip offers a drink or food to the president, to which he holds his hand up and explains, "Oh no, I don't drink. At least, not often. And I'm all covered on food myself, but I thank you for the offer. I do believe that business is what I want to just dive right into." Derry leans his right shoulder onto the liquor cabinet as he takes in the room a bit more, all before continuing, "Now, you're probably wondering what sort of business I even have with you, Flip. I assure you, it's a prospect I think we can both profit off of."

"You see, being president has many perks. Political power, authority, excuses, the lots. There's just so much freedom in these sorts of departments that I've been taking full advantage of, let me assure you. On the other hand, things have been... Let's just say things back at home haven't been doing too well. While I've been advancing my political career and using that power to its full potential, the Dirty Snakes have taken a few hits over the course of the past year or so. I trust you're familiar with the Snakes, correct?"

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Under most circumstances Derry would be more than willing to take people's offers for food and drink since he doesn't have to pay for the stuff, but in this case he must decline. The business was quite important to discuss, and he doesn't want to be distracted by anything else. Once the two of them got situated, Flip answers Derry's initial inquiry by mentioning that he has heard of the Dirty Snakes before, but eventually makes the connection that the president of Earth, the very man sitting in his room, is also the leader of the criminal organization. It's a surprisingly well-kept secret, though given everything that's been happening Derry wouldn't be surprised if that cat got out of the bag soon. Time is running short on him, after all.

"You are correct, Mister Fortuna," Derry responds to Flip's own question regarding the neutrality the two have shared with each other. "See, I pride myself on organization, and petty criminals and whatnot are... Well, I have a certain distaste for them. I seek to crush them should they not fall in line, but you Flip... You're different, of course. Order within the group is key to avoid falling into the chaos of criminality, and it's something I've always appreciated and why I keep my nose out of your business, at least usually." Derry takes a moment to sigh as his gaze trails off, taking in everything that's going on over at the Snakes HQ.

"Unfortunately the time has come when I do need to speak up. I don't know how familiar you are with how the group runs, but I don't run the show all the time. We've got what I call elites there, powerful individuals who run their own operations for the group's benefit while getting their own cut. Lately, however, many of them have either wound up dead, vanished, or have stabbed me in the back. One leaving isn't much of an issue, but multiple? There's a big problem right there." He recounts all of the elites that have come and gone with the organization, and it's still hard to come to the realization that he's practically close to being alone.

"This is why I need your assistance, Mister Fortuna. I'm running out of men. Now I ain't exactly asking for you to join the gang unless you actually do want to hop on the train, which I wouldn't stop you. No, I'm more so asking for a bit of cooperation. An alliance, perhaps. I could perhaps use some of my personal presidential powers to give you a bit of a boost, and in return you could run the occasional errand for me. I've got a few in mind myself, actually."

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