This is a private roleplay! Only ToxicShadow and I are to post here. Mature tag for everything so we can go in any direction we see fit.
This was certainly an improvement from the Slums with the clean streets, legitimate businesses, classy bars, and city management. While she felt out of her element, she knew this was a necessary step in her long term plan. After years of operating in a shady bar in the Slums, her business had become pigeonholed with no room to grow. In the shadier parts of Evelon, an illegal business could flourish without the need of secrecy- provided you had to funds to buy amnesty. While the business had done well enough for her parents, Daiyher wanted more. She wanted an untouchable empire with a toe in all the ponds.
It had taken several years, lots of paper work, bribe money, and patience. It had even cost her her freedom in some aspects, and she had been forced to refine her rough edges. But now, with a government contract, she could legally and safely buy a place to expand in. With government connections, she would have the right equipment and the perfect cover for her extracurricular endeavors. She had the warehouse, she had the engineers, chemists, and lab geeks to make the products work, and she had the designs and orders flowing in. She had even waited a year to build her reputation and establish credit among the legit businesses. It was hard living such a double life at times, but oh the money. The money was better than she had imagined! But she couldn't forsake her roots. She needed to prove to her parents that she was not only good enough, but better at this gig than they were. She needed to make them proud.
So here she sat at a patio table in a nice resturaunt in public, waiting to meet her brother. She had contacted him in hopes of gaining a contract with his new family. She had a slight idea of what he was into, only because she lived a similar lifestyle. All crime syndicates had an idea of what the others did, sometimes a better idea than the 'competition' would have liked. In Riddler's case, she only knew it was probably illegal. What it was they did exactly, she had no clue. But where there's crime, there's weapons, as her fathers had taught her. And where there's weapons, there's a need for a supplier. She checked the watch upon her slight wrist and looked around her once again. He was late... and life in the slums taught one that late usually meant trouble.
This was certainly an improvement from the Slums with the clean streets, legitimate businesses, classy bars, and city management. While she felt out of her element, she knew this was a necessary step in her long term plan. After years of operating in a shady bar in the Slums, her business had become pigeonholed with no room to grow. In the shadier parts of Evelon, an illegal business could flourish without the need of secrecy- provided you had to funds to buy amnesty. While the business had done well enough for her parents, Daiyher wanted more. She wanted an untouchable empire with a toe in all the ponds.
It had taken several years, lots of paper work, bribe money, and patience. It had even cost her her freedom in some aspects, and she had been forced to refine her rough edges. But now, with a government contract, she could legally and safely buy a place to expand in. With government connections, she would have the right equipment and the perfect cover for her extracurricular endeavors. She had the warehouse, she had the engineers, chemists, and lab geeks to make the products work, and she had the designs and orders flowing in. She had even waited a year to build her reputation and establish credit among the legit businesses. It was hard living such a double life at times, but oh the money. The money was better than she had imagined! But she couldn't forsake her roots. She needed to prove to her parents that she was not only good enough, but better at this gig than they were. She needed to make them proud.
So here she sat at a patio table in a nice resturaunt in public, waiting to meet her brother. She had contacted him in hopes of gaining a contract with his new family. She had a slight idea of what he was into, only because she lived a similar lifestyle. All crime syndicates had an idea of what the others did, sometimes a better idea than the 'competition' would have liked. In Riddler's case, she only knew it was probably illegal. What it was they did exactly, she had no clue. But where there's crime, there's weapons, as her fathers had taught her. And where there's weapons, there's a need for a supplier. She checked the watch upon her slight wrist and looked around her once again. He was late... and life in the slums taught one that late usually meant trouble.