Naomi: -to Nova- Well all my stuff is kinda important right now D:
Six: -to Nova- Guess you won't mind spoofing the police this once, right?
Can't exactly carry this to the ship. And even if I could, apparently the law prohibits openly carrying disassembled power armor unless you're a licensed technician, so...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Well, Asagi-
-You stumble across a job that you have previously accepted-
-It has been put out to Dark Storm by a contractor calling themselves the Solo Nobre Concern-
-Its title simply states-
-GREAT LEADER MUST DIE-
-This is visible to anyone gathering around the laptop-
-Wanna see more detail? Y/N-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""This is a revolver manufactured approximately 200 years ago based off of Xenitech-pattern models but then adapted for personal diagnostics through customization through the workshops. It holds and fires six rounds and weighs approximately 1.35 kilograms. I personally keep it in working condition as much as possible and while it isn't Xenitech-sanctioned, it's within their range of approved deviations, so it's also literally saved my life."
Sarah clenched her fist and turned back to Nyaru, a fire burning in her eyes.
" Y̺͐́O̞̱̙̦͈͢ͅǓ͈͔̌ͩ̽͒ ͭ̓ằ̟̺͇̲̙̲̐ͨ͊̓͝ͅr̝̥̪̘̿͂̓ͤͧe̯͋̓̏̓̄͂ ̮̘͎̂̉ͮ́n̶̘̹͖̖͛ͣͫ͊̈́̾͛o̘̖t̞̗̲͖͋ͮ ̵̠̜̼̩ͯͨ̈́̏ͥ͗A̫͉̱̳̲̬̒ͮ̉͒ͩ̚͘ŕ̼̦̯ͪ̊͛̂ͩ̃t͈̼̥̮̞͚̝̒̈́ͦͤ̆͗͘h̵̞̜̬̔͌̉u̴͔̙̫r͉̺͓̯̩̠̻͋ͯ̈̆͜.͍̬̰͈̆ͮͣͣ͊ ͍̲̼̟̐ͨ̈́I̘ͮ̚͟ ̴͍͕̊̇͋ͥ͋d̻̟̥̤̰͉̽̏̄́͋̚̕e͖͍ͭ̎͌̿ͭͣ̈̀ą̙̬̣̹̋̈́͆ͅl̜̟̼ͩ͋ͬ̃ͨͪ̅͝t̗͉͆͊͛̂͌̂ͪ ̋͛͊ͩͭw̝͚̞͖͔͓̌ͪͭͤ̑̅i̜̭͓ͭ̾̊ͦͥ́tͯ̎̅҉̠̰h̶̫͇̪̻̺͔̋ͪͪ̎ͩ̑ ͈̪͓̝ͯ̈ͮ͂̈̿ͅA̠̮̪͖͔̐ͩͬ̂ͩr͔̗͈̺͚̦̈̓ͥ͂ͬ̉͡t̩͙̪̪̝̀̔̃ͤh̞̦͇̮̗͒͛ͧ̆̌͢u̦r̦̩͙̠̱͓̖̈̇̏̕ ̙ͩa̱̰̥̦̤̻ͥͦͯ͋͊̍ͅn̗̘̥̕d̞͜ ͓̮̭̗̝̻̜̂͒̏ͦ̄t̼̩̯͈͉̺͕͐̊͆͌̅h̴̳͕͉̮̓ͨ͂͛ͨa̩̬ͯ͘t͙̲̣̦̜̫͚ ̤͉̺̣͈̊̒ͪ͗̒m͈͕̙̤̖̄͌͐͗a͇̠̘̣͈͑ͭ̑͐ͅn̪̼̯̮̣ͯ ͋ͩ͟h̷̦͈ͯ͆́̾̇ͫa̮͇͓͈͑͑̅̆̄́s̪̳̮̪̤̩̫ͪͮ ̳͖͙͍̰̌́̑̓m̦̰͓͚̜͎ͭ̐ỹ̸͖̯̞̗̈̽ͨͪ̇̚ ̩̗̗̙̺̹͈͋̈́r̻̤̒̋̅̆̅ẹ̛͎̠̭͉̲͍̋͗̂ͧș̸͈̝͖̜̆͛̄ͬ̅̎p̲̫͍̏ͩͩ̒ͧ̍͂ͅe͔̤͆c͂̄ͪ̑ͧ̅t͈̝̞̭͑͌.̇ͅ ̗͉̫̪̻͕ͧͥ̇ͤ̒ͥY̧̪̱͚̱̳̑͊͒̎́̒̚ơ͉̪̙ͭͫͦ̇ͩ̒ͮu̠̖̦̼̪ͅ ̐ͭ͛̍ͩ̋͘s̨̫̔͊̎̎͊ͮh̲̤̝̋a̝̜̪̲̱̎ͪͪ̚̕ṃ̠̒͗̎̃͑̀͑͞ê̐̀҉̰ ̵̞͉͙͂h̶̖̱̤̳̼̺͎̏̉͆ͦ̽͆ͧĩ̳̯͇̟̩͐̕sͨ ̻̲̦̪͙͔͖͆̾̿ͩͣs̞͎̳̾ͣ̇̄͌ͭͫa̲̲̟̤̬͔͖̽c̞͋̄͒̍̈́͢ͅr̴͚̥̲̘͔͆̾̑ͩ͒̚i͓̲͙̹̪ͦ̓̂̂͆̉f̧̮̠̙͓͕̏̂͐ͨi̢̞̣̗̖̼̾ͪͣ͋̊c͖̹͙͍̮̄̂͗ẹ̰͓͙́̎.͗ͤ̈̇̂ So long!"]
She walks off, and heads further into town.
edited 6th Sep '16 5:04:46 PM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-You get to see the same blurb in the discussion thread-
-Long and short of it; the SNC's previous board of directors were not very nice, pushed a colony's populace too far, and a hundred years ago they revolted-
-A hundred years later, the tyrant who took power, Great Leader, is restricting the colony's growth and his military arm is occasionally brutally oppressing the civilian populace. The SNC - under new management - would like him to be murdered so they can destroy its defenders while they're reacting and reclaim the city-
-The bounty for Great Leader's death is... very sizeable-
edited 6th Sep '16 5:08:13 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Lars scratched the chin of his gasmask, looking at the screen and the person holding the laptop.
"Well, would you look at this.", he said quite chipper. "Something something about—liberation, money, and killing a political leader."
"May we join you fellows for this job?"
edited 6th Sep '16 5:10:35 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен

Quartz: Well, ah, could use some for work and project, you know...