<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jwfoGfb.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Chester B. Floyd</del>Mr. Flint<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Steam Punk's headquarters, Flint's office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sailor Apocalypse, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Looking good." </strong>Flint said, admiring his reflection in the broken piece of glass as he waited for the unexpected guest. As he made his way over to his chair once again, Flint couldn't help but wander what The Magistrate wanted with the Steampunks. Perhaps some sort of business deal? Flint could feel his heart-rate increase at the thought, more specifically at the thought of making money. It was true that the Steampunks were low on manpower, so perhaps grouping up would be for the best.<br/><br/>Looking towards the door as it opened, Flint leaned back in his chair and let his two hands rest behind his head. He studied the woman as she made her way in and greeted him, giving Flint a polite bow.<strong>"Well, well. Aren't we a bit formal?"</strong>Flint said, sucking in air through his teeth before standing up and nodding.<strong>"You've heard right! The name <em>is</em> Flint!"</strong>His demeanor quickly changed from being somewhat serious to completely immature in a matter of seconds.<strong>"Or Mr. Flint if you're feeling fancy."</strong>He added in, cackling loudly for no apparent reason before extending his hand.<br/><br/><strong>"And it's a pleasure to have such a beautiful young lady in our company."</strong>Looking down at her hands, Flint shrugged before looking back at The Magistrate.<strong>"I'd kiss your hand but, as you could probably already tell, I don't have lips."</strong>Laughing all the way back to his desk, Flint wiped the spit away from his mouth using the sleeve of his jacket.<strong>"So, what did ya want?"</strong>Just like before, Flint's persona quickly changed back to being serious. Stroking his chin as he listened, Flint was becoming more and more interested in the offer. Especially at the mention of personal gain.<strong>"Alright, I'll bite. What's your proposition?"</strong>