Max frowned at the boy, not sure how to feel about him. He glanced at Delta before talking. His big mouth could be a problem sometimes. “Well, there’s this jerk named Mr.Ferrier kidnapped one of Delta’s friends because she didn’t want to ‘perform’ on his stupid pleasure cruise,” Max said, intensity in his eyes. “We’re trying to make him pay, and obviously to get Delta’s friend back!” Then he realized he just told this stranger everything. He looked at Delta sheepishly.
"You should probably talk quieter." Said a voice from behind them, the voice was melodious and had hints of European ancestry.
“Shit,” said Max, only slighter quieter. He naturally had a loud voice and loved to talk, so it was a bit of an issue when discussing sensitive things. He wished he could just melt into the floor.
"Probably a bit quieter." The voice says, turning out to be a dark haired man in an oversized black hoodie.
Delta glared at him, giving him a small spritz with her spray bottle. (she carries around one of those whenever there's not enough humidity in the air or she gets stressed- kind of like an inhaler) "Thanks, Max. Great job at keeping secrets."
Max groaned and put his head on the table, his arms reaching out in front of him. “Sorry…”
"So why exactly are you trying to do?" he asks quietly, fidgeting with a bulky bracelet on his wrist.
From his position with his head on the table, Max replied, “You didn’t hear me say it the first two times?” He sighed. He didn’t say that to be rude, merely because he felt bad and didn’t want to repeat Delta’s story to yet another stranger.
"I did not." the soft spoken stranger replied, hoping he could help and wasn't needed for another mission soon.
Max sighed, picking his head up from the table. Delta was already angry at him, he was sure, besides this guy seemed decent. He retold the man what he had told Griff.
"Sounds like a sound enough reason. I'm Avery Calore." he says introducing himself Wow, i look extremely mundane today. Probably should be in my reaper attire… he thought to himself,
“Max Jacobs,” he replied heartily. “So you’ll help us?” He looked at Delta, as if to say “I got help so I’m not so annoying after all!”.
"Sure, what is your plan?" he asked, his head tilting.
“We’re working on that,” Max admitted. “But something along the lines of getting him to do something scandalous or catching him in the act and then filming it! I have a really nice camera.” Max made sure not to talk quiiite so loud this time.
"I can help with the sneaking part." He says curtly, hoping he could make new friends. Mostly so Angel would quit bothering him.
He looked at Delta excitedly. He had gotten someone to help them! “Awesome!” Max cheered, before remembering to be quiet. “Awesome!” He repeated in a whisper-shout.
"Im Griff! Griff Voronin. But…" Griff leaned back in his chair so two legs were off the ground as he scratched his beard. "Vy not just kill the prick? Its not like hes vorth keeping around."
Unsurprisingly, this idea had not occurred to Max. “Kill him?” Max asked in confusion. “I mean yeah he’s an awful person, but if we kill him won’t someone else just take his place or something? Not to mention I don’t like the idea of killing someone…”
"Hm, i might not be able to help. Death is literally my job." Avery muttered, once again fidgeting with his bracelets.
"Even if another takes his place, its at least its von less than before." Griff shrugged his shoulders at looked at Max "dont vorry kid, you dont have to be the von to kill him." He leaned back in his chair even more, balancing precariously on the chairs two back legs. "But if i can convince another, then youll have two more creatures on your team"
"Death is my job and, he is pretty bad. Im going to have to file him in to the fire pits." Avery muttered softly to himself, pulling up a chair to the table.
Max looked at the two of them, the grinned. “Okay!” He said, still looking uncomfortable about the idea of killing someone. He also looked annoyed when Griff called him a kid. He hated being down on in any manner, though he realized Griff probably didn’t mean it like that. “This could work!”
"Fire pits? you mean hell? Yeesh, this guy has got to be pretty nasty then, eh?" Griff looked at Avery with curiousity "The more people ve get, the easier it vill be! And here comes another recruit!" Griff smiled as the cafe's entrance bell rang and in walked a young woman with caramel colored skin and stark white hair. Her big sunglasses covered her eyes as she sauntered into the building. head held high, she made a beeline to the counter to order herself a coffee. "If I'm helping out, i know she vill as vell." said Griff with confidence
"Hell? Is that what mortals are calling it now?" He mummers, puling out a small notebook encased in… is that skin?
Max’s eyes widened at the sight of the notebook nervously, but remained pretty excited about the prospect of helping Delta put Mr.Ferrier in his place. “This is great! We might actually have a chance now!” Max exclaimed. “My big mouth might actually pay off for once,” he added quietly.