nexus_crossings | Glam, Guns and Glitter

Glam, Guns and Glitter

Harley Quinn is wearing a tailored armor jacket as she strolls through the Nexus plaza today. In one hand, she twirls a baseball bat (covered with stickers, glittery writing and bloodstains). Pop! A piece of gum is formed into a bubble and clicks against her tongue as she pops it loudly.

She finds a table to lean against, her neon pink tights clash against the yellow halter top visible under her jacket. Her hair is curled haphazardly over her head. And she checks the streets of the plaza, leaning forward to look all the way to the north, and then all the way to the south.

"Pssst…." Harley whispers to people as they pass by. "The Walrus and the Carpenter were looking for you..."

"Nah!" She laughs. Brightly. Flashing a million-dollar-smile. "The spy game is so over-rated these days. Besides, White Spy and Black Spy both cheat."

"But tell me... cough it up... when did you last cheat to get what you wanted?"

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"Scavenging isn't cheating," Ben agrees firmly. His experiences are not the only ones he's thinking of when he says that.

He looks over Harley's armor and her bloody weapon. Recent fight, definitely. He's not going to ask what happened, not yet, anyway, but it's probably quite the story.

"My particular skillset helped in my scams, and in choosing my prey. They certainly let their emotions show when I was done with them." There's a knowing smirk. Ben's pretty sure he's made enemies there, although low-level scum, as Harley put it, doesn't scare him. He could've single-handedly beaten every one of them if he'd had to - which is probably why none of them ever tried to stop him from leaving with his winnings. "Still, you won. That's the most important thing."

"Yah?" Harley leans forward, places her bat in front of her, end up, and leans an arm on the end. And smiles up at him, batting big blue eyes.

"What particular skillset is that?" Right now, the emotions she is showing is all flirt, joy and a bright, bubbly personality.

"You mentioned emotions. I'm a mind-reader, among other things. I was able to pick out the greediest, most arrogant ones, the ones who'd be reckless enough to challenge or try to scam me."

Force-sensitivity gave Ben many talents, but that one was the most helpful to preying on the Underbelly's sleazier element. "I simply used my abilities to predict their strategies, work the machines in my favor, turn their own tricks against them...and help myself to their money."

"I'm reckless. But don't get caught in the circus of my mind..." Harley taps her head. There is more than enough crazy there to be cautious about.

"Yah? You a soft touch? I got a need for some cash myself."

Ben takes the warning to heart - not that he mind-reads these days much unless he has to.

"I'll do one last job as a favor for you. You were one of the first people to welcome me here, and I haven't forgotten that. I owe you something in return. Expect the money in a day or two."

"REALLY?" Harley bounces forward and hitches her arm to his. "Ya'know what would be even better than one last job. One last job with me at your side."

"Very well." Ben knows Harley's an experienced fighter, and so is he. There are worse partners he could have during a job like this. "It's a deal. One last job, and we'll be a team. The Underbelly won't know what hit it."

"The thing is... we should aim for a bigger target than The Underbelly." Harley has some clean up in mind. And maybe Ben is just the right person.

"What kind of bigger target do you have in mind?" Ben is listening intently. The Underbelly was his first idea, though he's not opposed to aiming bigger depending on who it is. It sounds like Harley has an idea - and strangers wouldn't have dealt with him before, an advantage.

"How do you feel about leaving the Nexus, and going to someone else's world to cause some trouble?" Harley taps her fingers against his arm.

"If it's somebody who deserves it, I have no issue at all. I'm reformed, but I have no problem with troubling people who trouble others, so to speak." Ben catches Harley's drift now and smirks. "It's only my world I can't go back to. Other worlds are fine."

"We are like two peas in a pod."

"I took care of a big trouble, back on my world. But there are a bunch of little troubles that are still trying to ride his coat tails."

"I'm guessing this is your home world, and you want my help hunting down these small troubles." Ben nods when Harley describes them as two peas in a pod.

"Is that 'big trouble' the one whose blood is on your bat?" Ben shrugs, but his smirk's a cocky grin now. Hunting down another world's criminal element will be making himself useful. "I'm in."

"Oh no hunting needed. I know where they are all holed up. Like rats." Harley twirls her bat. And taps it against her heels.

"Nah. My bat too precious for his blood."

“Good. That’ll make the job easier for me if I don’t need to track them and you know where they are. I can help you catch your rats.” Ben has a feeling this is going to be interesting. Inflicting fear was his specialty, and part of him will enjoy frightening Harley’s enemies. It’s not a part of himself he tries to feed much, but some of Kylo Ren’s old ruthlessness will probably be called for here.

“When you’re ready, just PINpoint me and I’ll come.”

"Oh it ain't a matter of me being ready. I am good to go at any time."

"Just make sure you have the courage to get dirty, and not care what anyone says. And you can text me." She pulls out a business card with her PINpoint information.

"I have no problem getting dirty, when I need to." Ben accepts the card, reading over the PINpoint information. "You'll be hearing from me soon. And that 'big problem' you killed - while I don't have the full story of what happened, well done."

Ben wouldn't say he doesn't care what anyone says - while most people's opinions don't matter to him, there are exceptions to that - but the idea of terrorizing what he suspects are gangsters and criminals in another world doesn't bother his morals much. He's not a darksider anymore, but he's also too ruthless to be a proper Jedi; he just limits his ruthless streak to people who deserve it.

"Well once you get the horse to put in front of the cart, then you can let me know for reals if it was well done or not." Harley laughs.

"I will. It must be quite the tale."

Ben slips the PINpoint information into a pocket of his coat.

"One more thing. When I contact you, I'll need some idea of who the targets are and what you'll need me to do. I suspect the people you'll be sending me after won't have dealt with someone like me before. If we can catch them all in one go, that'll be even better."

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