Snake's Bite up One's Sleeve

[Tevistrin]

Many in his company thought him better to take a large entourage of guards whenever he traveled. Having dealt with a large number of seedy individuals, however, Tevestrin knew better than to rely on something so archaic as using others to protect your own life. If someone really wanted you dead, more bodies wouldn't keep you alive. The only way to truly stay alive was to blend into the shadows, to keep those who would see you dead in the dark about your movements. As such, he rarely let others know where or when he was going, including many of the higher-ups in his business. They had enough private information in their heads without adding his location when he traveled to the list.

Still, it would be in his best interest to have some way to defend himself, which is what brought him to Hong Kong; with only his pilot and chauffeur knowing his location. His contacts in the underworld told him of an up and coming businessman there, a blacksmith of sorts. Word had it that he had even crafted a weapon for a God, so Tevestrin took upon himself to meet this budding entrepreneur. He had needs that needed to be met, but he intended on testing the man's limits while having them filled. It would do him well to know of such a man, in case he had need of a bulk order if he ever needed to step up security at his offices. With defined purpose, he steps forward into the store, taking a few steps into the store before halting. The golden copper color of his suit jacket, pants, vest, and tie were very reminiscent of a copperhead, while the white shirt underneath stood out in stark contrast to the rest of his attire. Ten seconds pass before he calls out, "I am looking for a Jaks Flagner. I'm interested in his services." If he did not respond soon, he had better hope that his weapons were of a truly exceptional quality, for that would be the only thing that would keep word of a poor experience out of the underworld. The sort of people that Tevestrin had the ear of were people that would ensure that those sorts of words traveled very quickly.

[Jaks Flagner]

Jaks was busy sharpening axes, gods knew he had a shortage after the sale he had on them, and didn't here the bell on the door. It was practically a miracle he switched axes just in time to hear the voice calling him from the store front. It was all he could do to hurriedly grab up the three axes he finished and take them up front. He came through the door in the back and set the axes on the wooden part of the counter. "Aye, Jaks the blacksmith at your service." Jaks took the time to not look away from the man but place the axes on the wall, one under the other. "So what brings you to my humble shop sir, looking for anything in particular or not exactly sure what you want yet?" Jaks examined the man. He held himself as a man with importance, but he had not heard of him. Chances were that he didn't work for the Yakuza, but he may have been from the triad. He could feel his hand instinctively going for the Hellfire beneath the counter. He had to stop himself, Jaks began to figure that if this was a member of traid, He would have tried something else. Jaks hated to admit it, but he was getting jumpier with this type of person, gods know that sweepers were never out of the question. Not that he didn't have full confidence that he could blow one apart, and if he did die, there would be a couple upset people in high places. So he had confidence that it would be a bit before one struck. "I'm having a sale on axes if you one of them too. buy one get one free."

[Tevistrin]

"I am Tevestrin Casteless, self-made man and owner of the research and development firm Ouroboros Inc. I came because while I insist travelling as alone as I possibly can, many in my company say I should have something to defend myself with, so as to silence these concerned voices. Also," he continued to the other, more important reason for him coming, "I wanted to come here to see another self-made man. Certain things cause word to travel faster. Word has gotten out that you've even made a weapon for a God. I wanted to see the quality of such work for myself." Tevestrin made it his business to be straight with people. This straightness leads to some incredibly literal translations of things, but it's not like what he's saying is technically wrong, right? "As for what I'm looking for, I need something that can be easily concealed, say in one's sleeve. Something that can be used to take advantage of someone being distracted. Tevestrin was not a kind man by most counts, but was definitely an advantageous one. One that took advantage of ANY opening, regardless of the circumstances.

[Jaks Flagner]

Jaks tried as best he could to hide his smile, and did it fairly well, "Aye, If word is to be passed around, and it will, you cant stop that. Then you should know that I've made 2 of them. Not that i'm bragging, i just want to set the record straight and get dues where i deserve them." Jaks was glad that the man before him wasn't here to kill him, even if he had never heard of them before. "So I can do you right for weapons, but I should inform you now that there is only so much i can do when it comes to hidden weapons. Those weapons I made were meant to be worn on hip or back. That's not to say I can't help you, hopefully to your satisfaction. Now if your not sure what you want in terms of actual weapons I might make a few suggestions: Throwing knives and shurikens are always good, but always retrievable. While it could mean more business for me it isn't the best for you economically. I would suggest either a slide rail or a hidden blade. slide rails have greater options, but variety can be the death of you sometimes. Now if you want something special I'll be happy to accommodate. wrist mounted silenced pistols could work. I have special ammunition for the faster kill, sort of a pick your poison kind of deal."

[Tevistrin]

"I will ensure that the true details get out there." He replies, regarding the fact that more than one weapon were made for the Gods by Jaks. The people who were spreading falsehoods would get theirs too, but he didn't need to know that. Tevestrin listens closely to Jaks list off the possibilities, clearly weighing the options. "As a businessman, I DO appreciate economical options. I need something that gets its job done, I care little for the variety or flashiness it may provide. That removes the slide rail. Lastly, I would prefer to not have a firearm. As effective as they are, they are too noisy. No need to inconvenience others with your own business, right? I guess that leaves us with the hidden blade.

[Jaks Flagner]

    Jaks examined the man for a moment as if sizing him up and what he would be most interested in. He knew that every master blacksmith had the Eye. It wasn't a spell, nor a trick, but it was one of the most accurate things in existence. In premise the Eye was a way to examine a person and their innermost qualities in just a glance. Blacksmiths used the Eye, however, to match a person to a weapon or armor even if it is not they thought they wanted. To make a god tier weapon is one thing, but to make a weapon that matches a person perfectly is  feat only dreamed about for most, but Jaks had come this far, he had to know more about this technique so he tried to practicing when ever he could. "Aye, hidden blade is a good choice but still the question of what to make it out of. Though I think I know what you need. I could promise to have it done within a day, maybe two at the most. You know what, make it a day. You look like a man who values your time. " Jaks said with a smile.

[Tevistrin]

"You'd be correct in that assumption, Mr. Flagner. I do value my time. It allows me to optimize my customer's returns on their investments, which in turn brings them back." The fact that it also gave him time to explore certain "hobbies" that further fueled his business empire was information that was better withheld. "Speaking of, if we're done here, I have some picky investors of whom it would be better if I met them on time. I'll be here tomorrow to the minute. Good day to you, Mr. Flagner." If not stopped, he would leave the store, carrying himself with the exact same purpose that he left in.

[Jaks Flagner]

Jaks sat waiting for the man to show up. As always he sat is foldable metal chair, bouncing one leg switching gazes between the door the man would come through, and the item he sought to buy. Sure he was nervous, he had sold weapons to gods but every one of his customers was treated equally and their opinions of his craft mattered just as much as the next one. SO all he could do was sit and wait

[Tevistrin]

True to his word, the serpentine businessman walked through the door 24 hours after he left, almost to the second. "Good to see you again, Mr Flagner. I assume the weapon that I commissioned from you is complete?" As was his nature, he cut directly to business, once enough pleasantries had been shared to pacify most people.

[Jaks Flagner]

Jaks smiled at the man who entered his shop, just as he said he would. Perhaps he would have been nervous if he had not had the weapon ready. "All ready sir, everything you needed in a small, easy and cheap package. Life time warranty for no extra charge. 30 bucks is all that separates you from a silent killer" Jaks was confident that this would be another high profile target satisfied with his work.

[Tevistrin]

Tevestrin examined the blade closely. While he didn't exactly have a warrior or assassin's experience with weapons, he knew how to recognize quality. He produced a wallet, and from it produced a fifty. "This is exceptional craftsmanship. As such, it deserves higher compensation. I can see why even the Gods prefer your service." If there was one thing to be known about the scaly entrepreneur, it was that he gave compliments where they were due. "Now, if there is no other business that you have with me, I must depart. My customer from yesterday was, simply put, sloppy. They forgot about another appointment that they had, and so they had to reschedule. Good day to you. If I have need for a smith again, I will be sure to contact you again, Mr Flagner." Like before, unless he's stopped, he exits out of the front door to his limousine.