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dear_mun2016-05-24 04:04 am
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Canon is Lucha Underground
You forget: El Jefe is inside your head. Always. You don't have a plan for me. Only...shall we say, misplaced enthusiasm. How many other Believers do you even think you'll find in a place like this?
Leave me be, I have a Temple to run. Time is violence.
Leave me be, I have a Temple to run. Time is violence.

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[Dario smiles at this.]
You sound like you've learned this from experience.
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Not even over a drink, with...a likeminded soul?
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I offer many unique opportunities to those I invite to my Temple...if they are willing to accept the challenge of combat, and honor its ancient traditions.
You...I'm not so sure you would honor all of them. But I think you know the value of the most important one.
[Three guesses which one.]
As it happens, I think I have something very special in mind for a man of your talents.
The typist must admit to having considered an LU Muse on several occasions ...
A temple? [Is he serious? Because what he's getting out of the conversation so far is that this guy runs maybe a fight club out of an old religious building. Still, this guy seems to recognize Han's obvious skill and that goes a long way in persuading him to do anything.]
What's the job?
This mun has fantasized about an LU jamjar comm, but sadly I don't have the time
[He cracks his knuckles and reaches into his desk for a bottle.]
Every luchador I invite to compete is here for a reason: because they can offer me something that no other fighter can. A man of your unique occupational experience offers me even more than your considerable charm and fighting skill. So over and above the typical pay as a competitor, I would offer you an added bonus to complete a very specific and very simple task for me.
[He pulls out a pair of glasses.]
Care for a drink, Mr. Solo?
Would roll a Luchadore for you. And I'd think a comm would need to be pan-fandom too.
I love having a drink and talking business.
[A lie. He hates talking business, but it's a necessary part of getting work for him. He loves a good drink, though.]
Pan-fandom is what I was imagining.
I have been warned that there may be spies and informants at work inside my Temple. I do not believe they could have escaped my notice, but I must make certain. You seem like you are capable of being discreet. I want you to investigate this rumor, and report what you find.
[OOC: Hoping tonight's episode doesn't make this immediately obsolete.]
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[Captain Solo actually has the sort of background that wouldn't make him a bad choice for finding a snitch. Not to mention he's got access to some sneaky methods of finding out the truth.]
Is there anything that you've seen or heard lately on that front?
Watch this all get contradicted this Wednesday.
[He slides Han a glass.]
There is an associate of mine who...well, let's just say he hasn't been to the office in a few days. His name is Mr. Cisco. I don't have all the details of his absence, and he wasn't always the most reliable of men. But I suspect he may not have left of his own volition.
I would start there if I were you.
Eh, the plots have been slow to resolve this season so far, I noticed.
Mr. Cisco. I'll look into that. [Han thinks on the problem for a moment.] Do the fighters come and go as they please or are there scheduled hours for training?
True, but it's just my kind of RPing luck that it would.
[Because RP accounts observe kayfabe.]
But they book their own hours in the gym.
You have nailed all the Dario-ism's by the way.
You strike me as the kind of guy that would want to resolve an issue with a snitch personally.
[Which is just as well, because of all the shitty things Han Solo does, one thing he's not interested in being is a bounty hunter.]
Glad you think so. (Also, sorry I was pretty much detained by RL all week).
[He takes a drink.]
If you find any informants, just report them to me. I will deal with them.
[Read: Feed them to Matanza.]