Real Wild Child
Tira: (perks up as if she just thought of something) Guys, I'll be right back.
(leaves for an electronics store down the street)
One Nation Under WiFi
Lights, Camera, Action!
Longram: "Dear Major-HEY!"
Note:
If you get this letter, I am sorry to say I am quitting military service. First, let me assure you that this isn't personal but a choice I made up. I've been going solo on multiversal traveling for the past few weeks. As a former demolitions expert I put my bomb skills into weapons modding and repairs as a side business while I'm out in unknowns looking for exotic stuff. The box that comes with the letter contains modified payload rifles as a farewell gift and expect me to deliver more weapon to you and friends. For decades, we been through the thick and thin of the battlefield. Kept going because we're closest to thing to family. As a soldier, it has been an honor serving you.
Your comrade in arms,
Sarumine Bracks.
edited 14th Jun '14 12:10:31 PM by MrKirb
A stick is a terrible thing to wield
Zeke: @Igno "Something about directions-asking?"
Ah, I can teach you the tricks of the trade. The tricky trades. I'm a trick trader, trading tricks and tricking...what was I talking about?
Bar
-??? Sighs and takes a drink herself-
??? : They do pay well at least....
Eisenhart: "Good."
Igno: Yeah?
A stick is a terrible thing to wield
Zeke: @Igno "You asked if I thought of getting directions from my friend. Like I said, I haven't seen him in a while."
Ah, I can teach you the tricks of the trade. The tricky trades. I'm a trick trader, trading tricks and tricking...what was I talking about?
Military Grade Shitposter
Bar
Mitch: -to ???- Ah.
You know magic?
Hotel
-As soon as Chris reads "Dear Major", he hands it back-
Chris: Sorry Longram. Thought that was for me. Saru donated me some metal for the exoskeleton.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Bar
??? : *nods* I know some magic yes.
Bar
Wrath: ...It sounds like a series of incestuous eugenics programs. How fun indeed.
edited 14th Jun '14 12:16:51 PM by Hilarityensues
Military Grade Shitposter
Bar
Mitch: Ah.
I'm trying to learn some. Mostly counterspells - stopping magic from working.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Igno: Oh, right, right, hm... ?
Lights, Camera, Action!
Longram: "It's fine."
-*Another roboscorpion appears but has a crate full of metals and the box is marked for Chris.*
edited 14th Jun '14 12:15:50 PM by MrKirb
Eisenhart: "Oh! I just realized I have not even introduced myself to you, fair maiden! My name is Eisenhart Zwergensohn of the Zwerg Fleet." 
A stick is a terrible thing to wield
Zeke: @Igno "...What?"
Ah, I can teach you the tricks of the trade. The tricky trades. I'm a trick trader, trading tricks and tricking...what was I talking about?
Bar
??? : .... If I decide I like you enough, I can easily help with that... Killing other mages is my forte. @ Space Dorf : I am Amaya, it is nice to meet you.
edited 14th Jun '14 12:17:06 PM by Imca
Military Grade Shitposter
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Mitch: -to Amaya- I do it with bullets.
I'm trying to learn counterspells so that it gets done more easily.
Scott Mitchell.
Hotel
Chris: Oh, there's mine!
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
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Wrath: My name is Wrath. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Igno: You're saying asking around hasn't worked so far, so... What do we do now? 
Eisenhart: "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Amaya." 
~hops off his seat and bows~
Lights, Camera, Action!
Longram: "There you go."
Roboscorpion 2: "Delivery for Chris Mitchell." *Sets down box.*
Military Grade Shitposter
Hotel
-Chris grabs the box and opens it-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Bar
Amaya : *stands up to return the bow, and looks to Mitch* What do you know, something we share in common.
Military Grade Shitposter
Bar
Mitch: -to Amaya- You use firearms?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Eisenhart: ~just shakes his head and downs his ale~