fandomtownies | Monday, 10 a.m. -- The Bank is Open Again

Closing her own shop during lunch, Tex goes to visit the bank. After all, an account 500 years in the future really isn't much of a help here. As usual, she's carrying her rifle and is clad in her black armour.

Salmoneus is fiddling with his new printing machine. Having figured out how to make the parchment stay still while he punches the keys, he is carefully pressing them, then checking to make sure they show up where he wants them to. So engrossed is he in what he's doing, that he doesn't even look up at the sound of boots crossing the floor. It isn't until a shadow falls across him that he glances up with a smile.

"Be with you i-" The smile disappears and the banker's face turns white. He springs to his feet only to come around the desk and fall face first on the floor.

"Lord Hades, welcome." Looking up, he notices that the robe is gone and the suit of armor, still mostly black, makes the god look taller. "Nice armor. The work of Hephaestus, no doubt?"

[ooc: I'm not yet an lj officianado so I accidentally posted this in the wrong place ~~again~~. Sorry. It's corrected,though, and I'll be here the rest of the evening to ~~screw up more things~~ keep playing.]

Tex knows that the armour can be intimidating, but this is just weird. "Hephae-what?" She blinks and looks down at the banker. "What the hell are you going on about?"

The voice that comes from the suit doesn't sound quite like it normally does, and Salmoneus looks up and then gets to his knees. He peers carefully at the suit of armor, wondering if this was a test, or if this really ISN'T the god of the underworld. He clears his throat.

"Are you -- I mean, you are -- that is --" He throws up his hands ~~and hopes he isn't about to get fried in the pits of Tartarus~~. "You're not Hades, god of the underworld?" The banker looks at the armor again and shivers. "If not, you certainly have the look down."

"God of the underworld?" Tex laughs. "No, but maybe I should ask if they could put it on my resume. I'm Tex."

"Tex." Salmoneus repeats the name, then slowly climbs to his feet. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but could you possibly remove your helmet? Just, you know, so I'm sure you're ~~not going to remove my innards and feed them to the harpy~~ not him?"

"Do I sound like a guy to you?" Tex asks annoyed.

Salmoneus cocks his head to the right and considers. "No. No, you don't. I would say that you're too tall to be a woman, but the armor has to add height, and I've known someone who's about that size." He stops himself before he can start truly babbling and shakes his head in relief. "No, you're not Hades, thank Zeus."

Going around the end of the counter he puts a smile back on his face. It's a little forced, but definitely a smile.

"I apologize for the mistake. Forgive me. How can I help you today?"

Satisfied, Tex moves up to the counter. It's definitely more than just the armour that is giving her her height. "I just opened shop in this town and I thought it would be a good idea to open an account."

"Wonderful!" Salmoneus rubs his hands, then reaches under the counter for some papers. He hands them to Tex, with a pen on top. He seems much more natural now that he knows she's ~~not going to send him to meet Cerberus~~ really a customer.

"Just fill these out and we'll get started. I also need two forms of identification."

Tex picks up the pen, it's awkward with her armour, but she still somehow manages to write the information down in semi readable fashion. When Salmoneus mentions the identification, she looks up sharply.

"You just need one, I'm Tex. I think that will do." Her tone is pleasent, but you only have to look at her armour to realise that she could very well send him to Cerberus if she feels like it.

"Uh...." Salmoneus finds himself in a bind. All the rules that his tutor taught him included getting identification. It was a requirement! Necessity!

But Tex certainly did look a lot like Hades would, if his armour was bigger... and he didn't have a cape... and had more weapons...

"That's certainly good enough for me." His smile is strained, but it stays put. "Will this be a personal or business checking or savings?"

[ooc: no worries. I'm at work, so I'll be sporadic, but I'd love to play it through.]

Satisfied, that he drops the identification issue, Tex continues filling out the forms.

"Business checking," she replies and slides the forms back over the counter.

"Business checking. Check. And how much will the initial deposit be?" He holds his hand over the sheet in preparation.

"100.000 dollars," Tex replies. "They're from 500 years in the future, is that going to be problem?"

Salmoneus stares at her. "Um, did you say . . . one hundred thousand dollars?" His eyes grow wide as he calculates the fees he could earn on that.

"I'll have to check the exchange rate, but it shouldn't be too bad." He rubs his chin in contemplation. "Five hundred years, huh? That should hardly make a difference as I'm from a couple thousand years in the past." He grins at her. "I'm suddenly feeling very old."

"Yes," Tex says slowly. She's a freelancer; the dirtier the job, the more she gets paid and she definitely isn't afraid of getting dirty.

At the mention of his time, Tex frowns. "How's the security here?"

The banker considers, then nods and motions for Tex to follow him. He leads her to the door to the vault room and opens it just enough --

to see the Harpy sleeping peacefully outside the vault. It wakes with the opening of the door, then looks up. Seeing the stranger, it hisses and stands, its claws becoming obvious and its wings opening.

Salmoneus leans in. "Just taking a peek. Go back to sleep." He closes the door and grins at Tex. The reaction of the harpy is the final proof that Tex isn't Hades in disguise -- the creature would have known the god even through the armour.

"Isn't much in this world that can kill a harpy, you know."

She's never seen a creature like that before. It's ugly and while the claws look vicious, she's not sure how much of a protection it will give.

"It's a bird," Tex stares at Salmoneus, she has no clue what a harpy is but it looks like a bird and she highly doubts it will even dent her armour.

"It's not really a bird." He scratches his head. "You know, I don't know how to describe a harpy, but it's not a bird. Those claws will go through anything except the metal of Hephaestus, and I doubt anyone around here has that." He smiles and taps her armour gently. "Not even you, Tex."

Moving back to the counter he continues. "And like I said, they can't be killed. In the underworld they're vulnerable, but not in our world. That's why Hades sent one with me, you know." He pauses in the middle of stamping a form. "And you should have seen what it did to those zombies."

Again with the zombies. She really wishes she was here for that. Her mind is still on the harpy and she's half tempted to try out the statement, but getting a replacement armour would be nearly impossible.

"I'll take your word for it," she finally turns her full attention back to Salmoneus. "Tell me about that metal of Hepha-..?."

"Wellllll... Oh, I'll need to count your deposit, by the way, just to verify it." Salmoneus finishes his stamping and signs something. "The metal of Hephaestus is found only on Mount Olympus, in Greece. There was a trick to making it, and the only one who knew it was a god by the name of Hephaestus." He stops and looks kind of solemnly at her. "I know no one here really believes in the old gods. I've been told that they didn't exist, and neither did the heroes." A wistful, almost homesick expression crosses his face. "But they did. They did."

The older man comes back to himself and shakes his head. "What am I blathering on about? You don't want to hear that." Sliding the papers into a folder, he looks back at Tex. There's a sudden gleam in his eye. "All that's left is to verify your deposit."

It really didn't make sense and Tex didn't believe in any gods, or heroes for that matter. So she just nods her head. "I'll need to get the money," she says, turning around and heading out of the bank.

When she returns a while later, she's carrying some sort of case. She slams it down on the counter and opens the lock. Turning it around so Salmoneus can see, she opens the case which is filled with the dollars from her time. "Think this will do?" She asks, tone slightly mocking.

Salmoneus gets a gleam in his eye that could blind a person. He nods. "That'll do."

He begins counting it, quickly and efficiently, noting the differences between what he's going to call Future Dollars and the money of today.

"Will you be needing any cash today, Tex? Or is this all for the deposit?" He stops for a moment to turn a bill the right way. "All the soldiers need to march the same direction," he mutters.

"Some change would probably be a good idea. About 500 dollars should do for now," Tex replies as she watches him handle the money. She loves it a lot more than most people do, she wouldn't be a freelancer if she didn't, but this is not something she's seen before.

Fully engrossed in the money now, Salmoneus continues counting, occasionally turning a bill around. He suddenly stops, realizing not all of this is going to fit in his drawer, and he didn't want to just leave it sitting on the counter.

After a quick thought, he reaches down and grabs a couple of old quarter boxes that he'd been planning to get rid of. The Future Dollars, somewhat shorter than the modern currency, fit very nicely into them, and he slowly filled two, then three of the boxes.

When finished with that task, he closed the case and fiddled with the locks till they clicked. Taking a pen, he looked up at Tex. "I just love the new gadgets they come up with. I mean, Magic markers!" The older man chuckled, then wrote on each box, 'Future Dollars.'

That done, he picked up the now filled quarter boxes, piling them carefully in his arms, and headed for the door to the vault. "Could you open the door for me, Tex?"

Tex wordlessly moves to the door and opens it for him. She wearily looks in to see if she can glimpse that the harpy again.

The harpy stands up again, eyeing this creature that earlier interrupted its sleep. It blinks as Salmoneus enters the room.

"Ah, go on back to sleep, you," he mutters at it. It whines in response as he spins the wheel on the actual vault to open it. "I know you're hungry. I'm expecting some meat for you later today. Hades promised more stag."

The banker places the boxes carefully inside the vault, then closes the door, spinning the wheel one more time. "There! Safe as a babe in its mother's arms." He leaves the vault after reaching over and patting the harpy.

[ooc: cutting this into two posts. Hang on.]

After leaving the vault room, Salmoneus moves back around the counter. He makes a notation on some papers, then counts out some modern cash for Tex.

"How about four fifties, and the rest in twenties?" He looks up. That's five hundred in cash, and nine hundred, ninety-nine thousand, five hundred in your account." With a flourish he hands her the cash and the folder of papers. "Here's all the information and some blank checks in case you need them. I'll let you know what the exchange rate is going to be; I don't think it'll be bad at all. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, I think this will do for now." Tex accepts the cash and papers, she opens the case and puts them in it. Slamming it closed, the locks click in place and she picks it up again. "That harpy better be as good as you say it is."

A blue-skinned young woman walks in, her expression blank but not unwelcoming. She begins looking around for the manager of the bank.

After waiting for a while, Aayla decides to leave a message in the box instead. She silently fills out her note (http://www.livejournal.com/users/salmoneus/1431.html?thread=1687#t1687) on a piece of paper and drops it in the box on her way out.

Later that day, Salmoneus checks his message box just for the heck of it. He finds the flyer and, to his surprise, a note from someone.

"Republic credits! Wow, haven't had that request yet. And what the heck is a holocron?" He wanders back inside, scratching his head.

Cameron passes by the bank and notices it's open. Vala likes money, so maybe... he pushes open the door and enters, but his shoulders sag as he doesn't see Vala anywhere here either.

[ooc: Remember, gang, I'm at work. I'll answer what I can when I can. If I'm a little slow, just hang out and wait.]

Monday, 10 a.m. -- The Bank is Open Again

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