MOVED TO--> REDHARRINGMUSE

Another folder hits the counter; money spills out of the top only SLIGHTLY.

“If there’s a certain method of currency you’d like to be paid, just let me know. I’ll work things out.” He nods once, features morphing once the Cat Rick mentions that his Morty was a BIG FAN of his. That’s….

Well…

“A fan, is he?” Mortimer asked, smile turning SLIGHTLY more genuine than it had been earlier. Mortimer WANTS to tell the Rick to have his Morty find a better ROLE MODEL, but he can’t bring himself to. “Well you should bring him sometime soon. I’d LOVE to meet him.”

       He nodded, very much so satisfied with their mutual understanding of things. With all the shit some Ricks spoke of the president, talking to him now, he seemed a lot more reasonable then the rumors suggested. Not that Rick put much weight on rumors anyways. He just (literally) could not avoid listening in on them. If he were a SNITCH at all then he’d be interested to see what the President thought of what some of his own guards said about him. Though he doubted that it would effect him much anyhow.        He looks up a bit when he hears the other Rick coming closer, then when when sees the money land on the table, his eyes widen in surprise. He slowly reaches over to slide it closer to him, lifting the folder a bit to get a better look with some awe in his face. Even just THIS was enough to get his Morty through a college from his planet. That is, if it was something the kid were interested in, which it really wasn’t. Still, it was a thought.

       He doesn’t offer a ‘thank you’, but he does smile rather big. After-all, he’s getting paid for a service. He’d expect to get paid a lot. But it still made him happy. More for the fact that he even got the job then the pay, but it felt good to actually be doing something that mattered so much.

     cat ears. and tail??? 

     so either this man was one of those furries he’s been hearing about, or something was definitely going on here. either way, ronnie wanted nothing more than to figure it out. and him without a gun anymore, he chose to wield a pipe for all that it could do. 

     then, hearing the man speak, the man stopped in his tracks, keeping a good grip on the weapon, and spoke up himself. 

          “wh-what are you doing back here–what happened to that person?”

“Everyone thinks they’re entitled to a certain amount for a certain job.” Mortimer shrugs. “It’s a way of life we all know, but I want you to tell me what YOU think you’re worth.” It didn’t really matter WHAT AMOUNT the Cat Rick said. The money wouldn’t be coming out of HIS POCKET anyways. “There’s also your MORTY. Do you have one?” He did. Mortimer saw his paperwork. “Do you keep him back in your dimension if so? And are there times you may have to bring him HERE?”

       Payment? Yeah - of course. He didn’t know why he didn’t think of that. He figured he would just be... getting a raise, or something. But maybe he just didn’t have it in mind just how much more serious this job was compared to his other hourly one was. It sounded pretty exciting really, to make his own money and set his commissioned wage. And he had thought this job was perfect BEFORE.        “If that’s the case... maybe we can discuss it after each mission? Some targets are easier then others, sir.” It was true. If he was going to put his LIFE in danger, then he would want more pay. Otherwise, a mission that was easier wouldn’t be any fur off his back. “This one’s fine, obviously. I understand it was just a test. And I actually enjoyed myself.” He smiled again, genuinely. He felt great, like a new man. Fuck all those Ricks who messed with him when he was a guard. He hoped they enjoyed their shitty lives and shitty jobs.        “I have one. I-I like to visit him more then I like bringing him here though, but it’s probably going to happen. Why, is that a problem?” His Morty missed him a lot, he knew it, so if he could have more time off with this new job then maybe he could give into his grandsons begging and let him visit. It would be nice. He missed the little sucker too. “H-He’s a really good kid. He’s actually a big fan of yours.”

       Instincts were a great thing, but sometimes they could be annoying. Especially when he could practically F E E L eyes on him. He looked around before spotting SOMEONE out in the distance. “Hello?” His ears twitch, going closer to whatever forms were sitting in the dark. He didn’t often go into human realms, but sometimes his job would call for it.        Humans stared. They always stared.        “I-I can see you, you know.” He sniffed the air, pupils slitting finely against azure blue orbs before expanding and blowing out to absorb the light. He slowly relaxed however, realizing it was only two kids hiding there. Not a threat. “Wh-What’re you two doing here?” 

       He was usually pretty GREAT at keeping himself from being seen. But sometimes in the midst of too much stimulation, even he could slip up. With fur and uniform dripping in blood and hauling a CORPSE into a dumpster didn’t exactly make him look good. Locals didn’t often care as much about that though when they saw a bipedal alien feline though.        He looked behind him, ears flickering towards a noise behind him.

( STARTER CALL!

“ … I’d say I had no ideas.

But I’d be kitten with you. ”

C-137′s resisted the urge to roll his eyes but he couldn’t help but agree with the other, cats were fucking stupid after all. Instinctual? Sure. Smart? Not so much. “So what then? I should just take your lead so-so you can tell me which cup I should unnecessarily kno-uu-ck off the counter? No, thanks pal,” he snapped back at the ‘inferior’ Rick.

“ Depends. Is it another cat - related pun? ”

Heya' booze breath. >:3 Smelly old geezer.

    “Ohhh, look at what the cat dragged in. Or what you dragged in. Get it? ‘cause you’re an anthropomorphic cat. Surprised I remember you, but with all the disgusting hair that got on my jacket the last time, you managed to make an impression. Bet any amount of schmeckles that you’re still a tool for the Citadel. Seems more like a dog’s line of work, if you ask me.” He slow claps. “Way to not conform to your breed standards.”

       “I’m not a fucking ‘breed’ you tactless douche. By the way, hows the bald spot lookin’? Fortunately THAT doesn’t run in my genes.” His tail whips back and forth in agitation, nut he doesn’t seem anymore then mildly annoyed by the Ricks words. “A-Anyways, if we’re done with the petty name-calling, I actually didn’t come to talk to you because I missed the pleasant bantering.”

Mortimer’s gaze flicks up to Cat Rick.

He looked super proud of himself, even with Mortimer’s intense SILENCE. Like he wasn’t worried in the slightest that he had done something wrong. The president goes back to skimming, noting that the type of weapon Rick used couldn’t be traced, even IF the body was found. Body of was checked over MULTIPLE TIMES just to make sure he was truly dead before Rick left the scene. 

“Nice. Very Nice. Good job on that.” The report is closed and Mortimer gestures to a seat. “Take it. We have things to discuss about this job in FULL now that I’m absolutely sure that you can take CARE of this.”

       As far as the report and the photos went, it looked to be a bit more like an ANIMAL attack then an assassination. Which, technically, it wasn’t. But not many aliens factored in the what of an attacker, instead of the who. He was confident that the fact that his ‘weapons’ were attached to him - it would make tracing him pretty much impossible unless they knew what they were looking for. Not to mention, as much as he was a Rick like any other, his DNA wasn’t the same. Which was good not only for leaving no useful evidence behind, but also because keeping track of how much he’d shed on his missions would be too much of a pain.        When the President finished, he was very pleased to receive the positive feedback. His tail thrashed, giving away to his emotions. He sat down, ready to hear whatever the President had to say. “I thought you’d say that! I’m really glad to have this job.” His face fell a bit, but he still looked excited.        He was curious to know what else they needed to go over though. He thought it was pretty cut and dry, but he guessed it was bigger then what he was used to. “Wh-What did we have to go over?”