All that Glitters isn't Gold [invite]

Edward noted how the nurse watched him with scrutiny, though as he sat down he noticed how quaint the place was. When he was approached by the dog quirked person and lead into an elevator, he didn't even bother questioning why they were going down. Instead he stayed calm as he figured this was as good a sign as anything.

Eventually, he'd follow the course and would end up in an underground tunnel. This was what he had heard about from his cell mate, and it was all he needed to know he was at the right place. Of course when the individual guiding him slandered off, Edward stood where he was left. Seeing someone in the distance, Edward understood that this was it. Make or break. Yet, he didn't feel nervous. No anxiety on if he'll end up dead or crippled.

How many years had it been since his first interview? When he was 18? Yes... That was so long ago.... Yet he knew the process by heart. "You are correct, my name is Edward Golman. You may wonder what I am here for, as well as why I used an old pass code, if indeed it is old. That said, I approach you not as a former disgraced Bank Teller who was framed for embezzlement, but as a man who seeks vengeance... As well as a man who wishes to make use of future funds I plan to acquire."

Taking out a 100 Yen coin, he would trigger his quirk, turning the coin into solid gold. He'd flick the coin over to the individual before stating, "I am wanting to form a partnership with the DDHP. One of mutual interest, and more so, I seek new employment. I understand if your association is suspicious of me, but I have information on the Frugal Bank of Tokyo."

The Frugal Bank of Tokyo was one of the longest standing bank, and was known for having relationships with various wealthy and influential people. It wasn't the largest bank, but it was up in the top five most secure banks. "To be honest, I was a senior Teller and am very familiar with the layout and security of the place.... I heard from a cellmate of mine that the DDHP is always in need of funds. Would your security officer be willing to hear me out? Oh, and one more thing. Call me Lord Miser."

Looking at the mushroom themed individual, Somewhat froze for a second. Was this person the Head of Security here? He scanned the individual. Their quirk could be a mutation, much like many others he had seen here. He had noticed the density of mutants in the hospital. Not that he cared. Mutant or not, a person was a person. They were accountable for themselves. Opening his eyes a bit more his face seemed to become almost akin to a different person.

"If you were head of security, then I would assume the security of the DDHP would be laughably ineffective. No offense, but you are likely the first line of defense.... If the head of security was taken out, then the order of command could fall apart. You... If I were to guess what your job was.... Perhaps it's simply related to your position here before me. Someone who could knock out, or kill anyone foolish enough to think they could threaten the DDHPs patients. Maybe even hallucinogenics.... Honestly, I'm not a professional on quirks, but the security of many banks rarely allow for the head of security to stay at the front.... No, they would have several guards in fact.... Unless the DDHP doesn't have the funds to afford paying for decent security."

Miser knew he was guessing, but it was an educated guess. In security, the chain of command revolved around two individuals. Head of Security, and Senior officers who held secondary command. Takamori, his old co-worker, had explained it long ago. Generally, the head was in charge of either active patrol, cameras, or in charge of schedule checks from guards. They were constantly busy, and more so, they addressed individuals they did not know with a higher grade of suspicion than this individual was.

"That said.... If I was wrong, then someone would obviously correct me. But I am willing to go all in and say you are not the head of security. Maybe second in command, but not the head. You would be the guard dog..... No offense....". He spoke, turning to where the dog mutant had disappeared off to with his final comment.

The truth was that he only knew of what his cell mate had told him. That DDHP would suit someone of his background, and that they would be the least likely to aggravate him. The other choices were of course Team Confidence, but even someone as green to the world of villains as Edward knew that it was a shady organization that was known for using people like tools. Other than that, he could try to create his own organization, but that would require funds, and he was not confidence in his chances to rob his old job without significant back up or an emergency escape plan. Heroes were on high alert these days after all....

"I do beg your pardon, but I would prefer to avoid wasting anymore time than the 45 odd years in which I was robbed of by my old boss. If your boss needs funds, I can provide at least 3/4th of the acquisition assets as donations to the DDHP... If you are not willing to get on with whatever you must do, then I'll need to speak with Team Confidence about my problem."

"That's the point of me coming here. Despite how often people say it, Time is Money, and in more ways than one. Sure, Team Confidence COULD, and likely WOULD take advantage of me.... but so long as I make that bastard in charge of the bank suffer for his corruption.... Well.... I think I can live in a cell for the last few years of my life comfortably. It wasn't that bad before I was released." Miser said, cocking his head to the side. "Wasting my time is equal to wasting your employer's funds. And I've waited long enough.... I only have so much longer to live after all."

Edwards was right. Despite how he seemed quite healthy for an old man... he might live another ten to twenty years before he couldn't keep his health up. "And now I know you're not head of security. Otherwise you'd try to bargain about the cut. So... tell me how long it will take to bring your superior here, and I'll consider it with a counter offer. I'll wait 3 minutes. How long do you need? Oh, and for an estimate on figures, security deposits alone, the job would at least net 4.2 billion yen minimum in assets. Nothing to scoff at, and that doesn't include the cash already in the vault." Lord Miser gave the estimate for what he had last remembered. So long as those security boxes hadn't all been taken already, documents from stocks, to medical and business deals, and even private items could net a fair amount of money if they were taken through the proper channels. "Tick Tock Golden Oyster. Tick Tock." He said, pulling up the watch upon his wrist as he checked the time and began to count down.

Miser tensed a bit at the back pat. "Please refrain from doing that again. It's a gesture that I no longer have fondness for." The man stated, making it clear that back pats now had a bad meaning to him. Following Chanelle, he listened to how their superior had been watching and listening in. "I didn't wish to assume, but it's glad to know that security isn't lax here. That said, you seem fairly confident that I will be hired." He stated, moving along, all while making things brief and clear. "None the less, I suppose if you're that confident that I will be working with your group, perhaps now I am owed an introduction. I did introduce myself first after all, and knowing your co-worker's names is only polite, even if only a code name."

Honestly Edward was simply trying to gauge the type of person this person he following was. He knew that personal information would likely be kept closed, but the idea was to figure out if this was just another mask or persona this person used.  Walking forward, Edward would look around, paying attention to the structure of the facility.  He honestly wondered what kind of place the organization lived and worked in.  A gloomy run down and abandoned place?  Labyrinthine in nature?  Perhaps it was as clean as the hospital upstairs... he wasn't sure, but walking forward he'd figure he'd find out.