Her brother was less than impressed with her proposal to form a new branch.
"You want to keep the charities going, fine. I'll begin auditing them and the suspicious employees immediately. But Public Relations? Headed by your mother? And you want to gut the Sales branch to do it, right before this risky expansion? It'll be chaos. Even more chaos! You want to give your mom a job, fine. Just give her the charities and let her prep you for public appearances, please do not touch Sales yet."
1. What is your vision for PR?
[] Small
PR will be a handful of employees administering the charities, planning events, and dealing with Chachi personally as the face of the clan. Your mom did all those things informally before, but now she'll head an official branch.
[] Big
Small + take brand management, advertising, and relations with large trade partners from Sales. Give them a discretionary fund to deal with any potential PR problems. PR will match your other branches in size. Your mother prefers this. Your brother fears this will decrease stability, but you think it will work better in the long run.
[] Huge
Big + give them salesperson recruitment, training, and price setting. Sales becomes Distribution, focused purely on the logistics of moving product. Your brother insists this will be disastrous.
That night Chachi took her father's… Her formal carriage back to the family estate. She had rooms in the Main Office, but there was more business to take care of back home. On the outside, her carriage looked like a bit like a giant blue dragon fruit, a central bulb with gray petals swaying gently in the wind. It was attached to Tepak, her fa… Her loyal companion beast.
The Dashing Shade Llama gently bleated as Chachi approached. She petted his furry neck, "let's go home." Tepak never took to human speech, but he understood it fine. The beast projected a thin layer of shadow on the ground in front of it. It couldn't fly, but it could run smoothly over any surface.
The carriage unfurled at a touch of Chachi's Teotl and she stepped inside. She fed the simple fire core in her teapot a burst of Teotl and threw herself on the lounging couch. Soooo much paperwork! With another flick of Teotl she unfurled the roof and watched the stars pass by. Tepak would move steadily through the city, careful not to hurt anyone in the streets, then really let go when he hit the ancient yucca fields. If a mortal tried to walk the same distance it would take them at least a week, but Tepak could do it in less than an hour and his passengers would barely feel the journey.
She sipped tea, looked at the stars, and entered the 9999 Revelations meditations. She spent most of her time in either Revelations or Evaluation, and she didn't feel like measuring the stars today. There was work to do here on earth, decisions to make about the future of the company. The carriage soon stopped and she jumped out.
There was a momentous decision waiting for her in the guest suites.
She stopped by Oku's guest room first. Her half-sister was inspecting her armor, "at least you broke the piece that was already half-broke. You wanna do your hammer thing on it?"
2. What do you want to do about Oku's equipment?
[] Good as new! (No cost)
[] Better than new! ($2)
[] Thrice Refined (Random cost between $2 - $20)
Chachi shrugged, "sure, but I expect a return on my investment. Do you want to be my honor guard?"
Okullin rubbed the back of her neck, "you know I was one solid stab away from being the Matriarch, right? You don't have anything more, like, fancy?"
Chachi grinned, "As my honor guard we'll work together every day, train together, fight together, deal with boring bullshit together. You'll be able to give advice on everything and be my second when it matters, it's like being Matriarch without the headache. Just please don't strangle me in my bed."
The exile laughed, "don't give me cause and you'll be fine."
They walked a few doors over to the largest guest suite.
A servant announced her entrance, but the giant didn't stand or bow, he just kept devouring the pile of cow meat in front of him. The vegetables were untouched. He was a true giant, at least twice Chachi's modest height and three times her weight. They put him in the guest suite with the highest ceilings, and he still couldn't stand comfortably. Even seated, he made the room feel like a playhouse. She'd only seen such exaggerated size in Transformation cultivators who'd merged their body with an enormous beast. He wore leather clumsily stitched into pants and a fur vest, marking him instantly as an outsider.
"I am Chalchiuhxochitl, the new Matriarch of the Atlahau clan. I believe you made a deal with my father?"
The foreigner's voice was a deep rumble, "yes. We make trade. Heaven Water for [gibberish]" It was a strange, broken impression of Language. The last word was absolutely unpronounceable. She'd never heard a person make noises like that. Did his people not know how to speak?
"You mean dracoxen?" she replied diplomatically.
He nodded, "his word. They are [gibberish]. He make trade with walking people. King of mountain people hate walking people. Want us weak. They send hunters. Trade man is weak baby and die. I am most strong in walking people. I take him back to light baby lands. We trade?"
Most strong? "Are you the leader of your people, then?"
He humphs, "most strong, not most smart."
"How… Enlightened. What are the logistics," Chachi corrects herself at the blank look, "how we make trade?"
"Meet in good valley. Land of no fight. You give water. We give [gibberish]. Good trade."
"How do I get a herd of large animals, they are large, yes?" he nodded, "through the Beast Lands?"
He stood in a hunch to keep his head from crashing into the ceiling and searched through his baggage. Finally he retrieved a giant collar. Under the Art of Evaluation, Chachi could see it was a treasure of strange construction, several cores interwoven with Teotl receptive strands.
"He say you make more. Need…" he flashes his ten fingers three times, then holds up three fingers, "one for one. Make bad smell and good smell."
Oku laughed behind her, "oh yeah, make bad smell AND good smell. Perfect!"
The giant laughed along with her, "Yes! I show you good valley way on small land. Hard is go to good valley. You are baby. Must learn not see or learn fight good fast."
Oku rolled her eyes, "that shit again. You think you're so tough, let's have a spar. Show me I'm a baby."
Chachi drew her sister back, "you can see him right? That body means he's at least in Merging."
"Yeah, so? Not like I haven't taken a few hundred beatings. He says he's the strongest of his people. Let's see how good he is."
So Chachi found herself back in the courtyard. It was deep in the night, so with the possible exception of a nosy servant peering through the windows, there were no witnesses.
Not bothering with showmanship, Oku opened with her usual bolt of black lightning. It washed over the stranger like a splash of water on a cliff face. Chachi barely saw him move but with the Art of Evaluation, she was able to gauge it accurately: 3.2 times the speed of sound. Oku put her spear in the way, but he flicked it aside with his hand. He grabbed Oku by the head with one giant paw and lifted her off the earth.
"Fight done!" he announced. He then very gently put her back down.
"All light baby weak. All but god. Baby, baby, god. We fear god, not baby."
Chachi felt a spike of fear, but something else quickly overcame it: greed. These strange people had a secret to cultivation, something that could increase their physical abilities far more than anyone in the Empire of Light thought possible. Something on par with the Infinite Perfect? She was sure she could match him if she kept reforging her core, but could she incorporate whatever secret of cultivation they held and skyrocket her own abilities? Did her father know this, were the Dracoxen and the collection of Beast Land trade goods a means to reproduce their abilities? Could they sell it? Could they bottle it?
She just had to find a way to survive the trip.