<strong>Name:</strong>Jugo Kiyaburo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staircase<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>DeeJay, Marc, Zed, Ayr, Jack Mason, Danny.<br/><br/>There was a tense moment of silence, in which Jugo could almost feel his blood slowing through his veins and everything seemed to slow down in his mind. Nothing had even happened, not really, just a brief expression of facial muscles in which Jugo judged that the slender kit called Danny was- "Making that face" that people made just before they said something that would cost them their lives. In that narrow fraction of a second, Jugo looked more at ease than he had the entire time, feeling that the uncertainty was over, he would indeed have to fight his way out and was steeling himself for exactly that.<br/><br/>Then, Danny was interrupted- pardoned from being shown his own throat, when the one who seemed to be in charge showed himself at last. It was difficult sometimes to recognize a demon, given their tendency to change forms or jump hosts. Though Jugo didn't immediately recognize Marc by name or reputation, he did recognize him as a powerful demonic presence, and as such respected him enough to stay his hand. At that point, the palpable tension that had been burning in the space between Jugo and Danny dissipated and the world resumed it's normal speed.<br/><br/>As Marc spoke, Jugo pushed past Danny as casually as if the young "banger" were nothing more than a beaded curtain. A fair comparison, as far as Jugo was concerned.<br/><br/>Disdain!<br/><br/>It was unfortunate that even the so called leader of this cattle call was unwilling to hear an offer with an open mind, but he guessed that like so many of the other misfits, the demon Marc likely had some history with the Fallen. At his core, Jugo understood. It was important for one who desired leadership to impress an air of superiority on those who would act on his behalf. Given the lack of success that the vampire had had "Trapping flies with honey", perhaps disdain was the way to go.<br/><br/>"You misunderstand my intentions entirely." Jugo smiled, bowing from the waist, his technique was flawless. "I have come here to welcome you to the neighborhood, for as when a family moves into a house, the kind neighbor brings casserole, egg salad, or ingredients to make a house into a home. So too does the benevolent neighbor bring gifts to help make an idea into a gang."<br/><br/>Jugo's smile waned for a moment, hesitant to reveal the contents of the briefcase in such a public place, and the way that the Fae was looking at him was making him nervous. If she'd been mortal, he would have judged it to be a look of something reminiscent of sexual arousal, but he'd learned long ago not to try and guess at a Fairy's motivations. Despite the feminine and undeniably playful appearance she made, Fae magic was nothing to be taken lightly, especially for one of such unique darkness as Jugo. He made a mental note to tug at that thread later, if and when things devolved.<br/><br/>"I'm also willing to offer amnesty, at least in relation to my branch of the Fallen, to any former Brothers who might be Green Lit at the moment." With this remark, Jugo's eyes traveled to Jack's, a subtle reminder that sooner or later, some one would come to silence him. "Furthermore, I'd be willing to lend a few score of mortal gunmen to your disposal. At least until you gain some traction around here with the local businesses."<br/><br/>The unspoken rule was that everything that happened on the streets of Middle City was commonly referred to as "Business". Drugs, sex, muggings, murder, of course; but this umbrella also included laundromats, restaurants and barber shops. Everyone and everything was connected, and one way or another, everyone paid. Ordinarily, a visit like this would involve Jugo detailing what sort of "tax" a fledgling gang like this would pay in order not to be crushed by the mighty black fist of the Brother's Fallen, but this was a very different sort of meeting. Jugo had offered the moon, now it was time to explain what he expected in return.<br/><br/>"The ten I left with your orc, that's your casserole, spend it in good health. The benevolent neighbor also would warn the new neighbor to danger. In this respect, it's that I humbly ask you to turn away the cute little water witch over in the corner." Jugo gestured with his head, setting the closed case on one of the steps in between he and the collection of others upstairs. "The higher ups in my outfit have need of her, and I've pledged to bring her back into the fold. If you were to accept her, and make her a... whatever you end up calling yourselves- then in that one instance, the very existence of this outfit would run counter to my intrests and the interests of The Brothers Fallen. It's always been my stance that war is bad for business, if you agree, you'll help lighten my load and turn the girl away, lest she drown you all."<br/><br/>Jugo smiled, flashing confident eyes at the Fae, a look that seemed to communicate that there was plenty more where that case had come from. He felt fairly confident he'd made a good argument, DeeJay hadn't even been invited upstairs yet. The bit about the "Benevolent Neighbor" might have been a bit confusing, but one couldn't doubt the soundness of his argument. Now it was up to Marc to decide if this was the start of an alliance or the beginning of a long and bloody war.