Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 23, 2007 15:28:22 GMT -5
"...Ah, well, that certainly changes things." Mace shrugs. "So, what about the bomber gig? How about we open up a sort of general store, selling everything from swords to beer, clothing to tools...so on, so forth. I'm not offering just that ten million though. I'm hoping to give you all permanent jobs. Just need to go hunt down some Crawlers is all."
"Who would we sell to?"
Jerry isn't sure how to procceed. "Alright, sir. The idea was a bad one, I apologise for wasting your time with such a concept." He doesn't say this in any bored or insulted manner, just manner-of-factly.
Mantoryu seems to look sideways at Jerry, as if to say, I have an idea. Genryusai nods, either not seeing or ignoring Mantoryu's meaning. "Thank you for respecting the laws and decisions of our Soul Society, Mr. Thrace." He does not use the Japanese "Thrace-San": Soul Society is at least partially universal. "In addition to Mantoryu and any other volunteers and friends of Crashing Heavens, I can authorize 68 seated shinigami, 147 unseated shinigami, 100 demon arts corpspersons, and 200 Executive Militiamen. Will that be all?"