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| - Deal With It is the third episode of the fifth season and the 79th overall episode of Private Practice.
- "…!!" There it was again; like a scene from a storybook or a manga. That demonic arm, manifesting over Gai Nagareboshi's left arm. It felt as if his mind was being taken over and assimilated into the Envoy of Destruction in that dream; why was this happening? It didn't make sense; none at all. Every time he woke, he instinctively checked his left arm for any changes; despite knowing that there were no shifts at all. Each dream after the last made him paranoid of any changes; it felt so damn close to taking him over completely each time. Gai Nagareboshi slowly opened his eyes, completely dazed and confused. What the hell did these dreams mean? More importantly, were they even dreams? He wasn't so sure. Dammit! The alarm clock resounded throughout the air- it was ten o'clock. Crap! He was late for training; analyzing the area, Mitsuru was nowhere to be found. "…Tch." Gai clicked his tongue in exasperation. He was fed up with all this training; he wanted to go kick Chira and Masato's asses right now. He felt as if he wasn't getting anywhere; well, more correctly, it seemed as if he was making progress at the pace that a snail moved. There has to be something to speed up this process. Gai thought this to himself, as he stood to his feet, raring to fight those two people. Quickly changing into his usual apparel, the Mototsu-Seishin rushed outside and headed towards Seireitei; knowing just the person to assist him in gaining such an impressive power spike. The birds seemed to be singing, even though the sun was obscured by such large and ominous grey clouds; he didn't know what to make of such a sign. Gai's brunette hair was splayed out in all directions at the ends, reaching down to his waist. Several large clumps of hair stuck out, some curling away horizontally. His bangs framed his face, though they had two 'layers', with the behind layers falling to rest upon his chest. There were a few locks of hair kept in the middle of his forehead; there was a slim curled forelock of hair at the top of his head. Small hips, white long legs and thighs, and a nice curved rear. There were several impossibly attractive women in Earth, Soul Society, and Hell, though Gai's body was far more beautiful than all of those, from past, present, and future, even though he was a guy. It could be classified as art; a body with perfect shape. It looked like a nude body painting or statute on display at the museum. His azure within magenta eyes which sparkled in a similar manner to a stream focused on the large Central 46 building, as Gai Nagareboshi quickly entered. Reaching the glamourous Central 46 headquarters built brick-by-brick by none other than that devil woman; Gai Nagareboshi trudged inside into the chilly air-conditioning. Gazing upwards, the Labyrinth-inspired building was all the evidence one needed about Nika Kazoraem's insanity. Slowly walking up the steps, he noticed that devil woman. "O-Oi, you…" Gai Nagareboshi hissed, as the devil woman turned around to face him on her swivel chair. It didn't look like she was governing Soul Society; twanging a shamisen nonchalantly. She was a young woman, looking fourteen years old. She was far older than she appeared, and acted even younger than she appeared. She had long, blonde hair that reached down to her feet; with her bangs hanging down to her breasts, a red bow at the back of her hair, and a barrette holding the rest of her hair into a long ponytail. She had soft blue eyes that were deceptive of her true nature; and sharp canines. She wore a long, flowing pink dress with various patterns on it; as well as long, white gloves that reached up to her elbows. She also wore sandals. She had large breasts, and wide hips. "Oho~ What a pleasant surprise, Gai Nagareboshi~" Gai placed his snow-white palm on her desk, bluntly stating, "…Alright, I'm not fooling around, Nika. Two days ago, some bastard showed me up and called me weak. Mitsuru has been training me to kick his ass, but it's taking too long, plus I've been getting…distracted." Nika clapped her hands childishly, retorting, "Oho~ So you and Mitsuru Inazuma are finally…?" Gai glared at her angrily; snapping, "Where the hell did you get that idea from!? There is no way in hell that he and I are—yes. Yes we are. I think. Is it a relationship if you…well, you know, often? Plus we have a lot in common, and …yeah, we are. …Tch, what about it?" Nika smiled, responding, "…Oho~ How excellent. Make sure you don't get knocked up until you're sure that people won't go for your stomach in a fight~" Gai's eyes widened in shock, growling, "That…that's the most arse-retarded thing I've heard come out of your mouth, Nika. Guys can't get knocked up, especially from other guys." Nika's expression was dead-serious. Gai shrunk back, gasping for air while stuttering, "Oh, god…You're serious, aren't you? Like, I'll have a chance of giving birth or something?" Nika nodded, affirming such nonsense. Gai's mind…broke. "I'm a guy! What the FUCK!?" Nika cheerily replied, "Oho~ I think your rage broke, Gai Nagareboshi~" She was damn straight his rage broke; well, it didn't break, but it shattered into millions of pieces which were then destroyed. He couldn't take any more of this discussion; it was best to leave it out of sight, out of mind. "…Ahem. Alright, as I was saying, I haven't been making much progress with training; do you have anything for me which could help me accelerate the process?" Nika placed the tips of her fingers to her chin, responding, "Do you want me to give you steroids or something~? Because, Gai Nagareboshi, I have nothing to do with drugs of any kind~" Gai applied his palm to his forehead in exasperation, exclaiming, "You're smoking pot right now!" Nika placed the medium used to smoke marijuana down, calmly and professionally stating in a cool tone, "…Are you accusing me of dealing with illegal substances? Because I would never do that." At that moment, Nika handed Gai a medallion; the size of the slot on Kōshinhōō's pommel. It was a deep crimson, and had a strange marking which appeared similar to an upside down 'A' in the center. Gai clutched the medallion in small hands, taken by the mysteriousness of it all. "…This is…?" Nika responded, "Why~ It's a Scarlet Core~ All Tenjōgekido are composed from Cores~ Since our destinies are intertwined, you should be able to synchronize this Core with your Zanpakutō, allowing you to bring out its full potential and your full power, a stabilized version of the Setsura, known as Anteishi Setsura~" Gai bowed to Nika, thanking her. "…Heh. Thanks, Nika." As he turned to leave, she boomed, "But be careful what you wish for, Gai Nagareboshi~ If the Core doesn't think you're ready, there'll be terrible consequences~"
- Hijack was standing at the doors to this casino as if he's been trying to get inside for the longest time. "Yo. I'm tellin' you, I'm just here to make a delivery. Do you not see this big aft box of Enerzza in my hand?!" Hijack was having something of a hard time dealing with the doormechs and eventually, they either let him in, checked him via security footage, or just got tired of him not giving up. And he was let inside. That was a while ago... Now, though, Hijack has made his way over to the card tables and has taken a seat. "Yo. I'm a beast mode at this. So anybody that wants to save they Shanix? You might as well BE GONE, KNAVE right now. Lest you wanna' get embarrassed by Yours Unruly. That would be me, by the way." Hijack grins and leans back in his seat, preening and stretching and making a handoff of Goth to some 'random' passerby. Too smooth. "You know, running your mouth like that is going to end up getting you killed one of these days." A familiar voice purrs from behind the mech, sharp hands slipping over his shoulders as Scorn steps into view and flashes a wicked smile at him. There doesn't appear to be any guards this time, or at least none that can be seen right away. "So." She begins, sitting in the seat beside him. "It seems you want to make another deal. I certainly hope it isn't a trick this time. You're lucky I'm not trying to kill you right now for your last stunt." Seriously, she was holding back the strongest urge to stab him right now. "Stunt? What stunt? I told you what it was and you bought it anyway. Not my fault you don't like to cook with the spicy stuff!" Hijack didn't actually look scared or anything, but he was already well versed in exit strategy and was already planning a few evasive maneuvers to deal with things, should they end up going sour or something like that. "But, tell ya' what, Mama Mantis..." Hijack flashes a big grin. "For bein' cute, I'll hook you up with a free sample. You can see just how good my goods is." He snatches up his cards, scans 'em and tosses three back, tapping the table. "Then you'll be comin' back to see Big Papa. Again. And again. And again!" That's right, Hijack has a plan. And is just assumin' Scorn's the one that's going to be taking it. Scorn's antennas twitch irritably when he speaks, but she remains cool and collected. Eyes glance at the table, overlooking the game, but she doesn't participate and instead looks back to Hijack. "Well isn't that sweet of you." She muses with a crooked smile at his offers of a free sample. "But you seem to assume I'd use it. I'm afraid drugs are rather below me. No, instead I'm curious in striking up a sort of deal." Fingers steeple on the table before one hand rolls to gesticulate as she speaks. "Think of it as a way to keep your head on your shoulders and keep me happy at the same time. I've heard of Goth through my sources. And they like it, but want more. What I'm willing to do is back up the funding for more production along with higher paying clients. And you? Simply run the manufacturing." Hijack wins the hand with nonchalance and probably some sort of cheating tactic that he hasn't shown to anyone yet. But when the Shanix cards come his way, he doesn't do anything but scoop them up. "I'm out. I'll be back when there's some real competition." With those Shanix cards shoved away for safe keeping, he's giving a nod at Scorn for her to follow. He has to get away from the table before they figure out what he was doing. "I can handle that. But this sounds like a bottle of Too Easy. Where's the catch at?" Hijack walks and talks, making with the dramatic movements and the occasional shaking of hands of semi-wealthy businessmechs that are regular customers. Deliveries made! "I mean, I pretend to trust you and all but you hate me so... unless you're trying to set me up or something, I don't know what possible interest in me or Goth you could have. So there's gotta' be a catch, right?" Scorn arches a brow slightly when he wins, but doesn't comment on it and follows, keeping pace at the mech's side. It's Hijack, of course he's cheating. "Catch?" She questions with a smirk, drawing in close to drape an arm across his shoulders and pull him closer. "No catch. I simply wish to make money. And hate you? Tsk tsk." She tuts, devilish smile curling her lips while teasing a sharp finger under his jawline, tone quieting. "I think I'm more disappointed than anything. To think that we got off on the wrong foot like that when we can make so much shanix together." It's after that she backs off, though she makes sure to keep her arm around him. "Agree to work with me and I promise to forget about what happened before and stop trying to slice you open. Just as long as your product is the real deal, of course. What do you say, mm?" Okay. Maybe there's too many things at work here for Hijack to continue to not fall for this. It is probably a trap. It is probably a trick. But it doesn't even matter. He whips out a small bag, with just a couple of crystals in it, holding it up to show that it is, indeed, the real deal. "Now we're cookin' with gas." He flashes a big grin, though, to make sure that everything is on the up and up. "But straight up? You line up the clients and I'll make sure the product keeps flowin'. Hell, as fast as I am, I can make the deliveries too." And maybe steal a few things from these high paying clients for himself. "So. What's your cut?" Here comes the catch... The moment the bag comes out, Scorn's hands snakes out to claim it. This'll work as a free sample. Optics scan the bag quickly and briefly before stowing it away in subspace. She'll be sending these off later to make sure they're real. "I wouldn't worry about distribution. I have many clients in other systems, so much of the delivering will be handled by my own people." As for the cut? She ponders this, making a show of being in deep thought by rubbing her chin. "Hm.. Well, I suppose if I want to show my sincerity I can take.. seventy percent?" Scorn watches him curiously when she says this, curious if he'll try to haggle. Snort. Hijack snorts and then just kind of throws his arms up in some twisted shrug of not caring. "Eighty it is." Yeah, that's right. Hijack's kinda' stupid but he also knows when he's being played and figures that he'll do a little reverse playing himself. "But I wanna' handle the distribution on Cybertron and Earth." He's more than hoping that this will be a good enough deal. He's not the best at haggling but he's sure that giving her more Shanix will allow her to keep her eyes off him, while he works off an, ah, alternate revenue stream. Eighty? Hijack may not be the brightest bulb, but Scorn is still suspicious at this. What's he after... "Fine, eighty." As for distribution she narrows her optics at him and grimaces a bit. "I'll allow you Earth. But as for Cybertron you'll get the Polyhex region and the lower half of Vos." Which is the slums, naturally. Hijack can definitely work his magic there. "You leave the expensive clients to me. Prove to be a good investment and I may change my mind." She says this in a way that suggests she won't take no for an answer, and the way she stares at him backs this suggestion up. "Fine. But production is on my schedule. I have my own slag to deal with on a regular basis so you're at my mercy on when you get your goods. You want to loosen the reigns? I may cook faster. You tighten 'em, it may take me longer. And if you kill me? Well, we'll see how your clients deal with a complete loss of product." Hijack keeps a smile on the entire time, figuring that a deal's going to be a deal, even if its a bad deal. He's a thief. He'll make the ends meet any way he needs to. Scorn stares for a good few moments before a cool smile finally breaks out on her features. "Hm. You're smarter than you look." Well, in some aspects. "It's a deal then. I'll get in contact with my people and you do what you need to do. Then we'll begin production. I assure you, you'll be swimming in shanix in no time." A soft, low chuckle rolls from the femme as she extends a hand to shake, slipping him her hailing frequency should he accept. "Now don't you let me down." Scorn teases with a sugary smile and gives a playful little pat to his cheek. "Do I ever?" Not that she has actually worked /with/ Hijack before, but he's definitely figuring that he might as well use one of his infamous statements. Famous Last Words are kind of his thing. The hailing frequency gets accepted with ease and then he's turning to bid her farewell, sending a salute in her direction while crafting a smile and turning towards some more of his clients. "YO! I JUST GOT SOME MAJOR DIGITS!" Oh Primus. What has been done.
- thumb "Deal With It" es una expresión utilizada como una réplica en respuesta a la desaprobación de alguien. A menudo se asocia con la imagen y GIF animados en la que el sujeto lleva un par de gafas de sol.
- Deal With It is a hidden-camera prank show with a twist.
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