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[grandsparks]

Hey. My name's Rude. I'm looking for work.

[ It might have taken a couple of beers to muster the courage to post to the network, if the level 3 bar scene behind him is any indication. There's the steam and hiss of frying noodles, the glow of signs advertising other brands of alcohol, and a low murmur of general conversation. The bar he walked into might not be inside the red light district proper, but you wouldn't have to walk far to reach it.

What can he say? It feels a lot more like home. ]

Got a few practical skills. I can fix things. Move things. Done a lot of work guarding things. And people.

[ God, this is hard. How do you sell yourself without revealing that you worked for the evil megacorp? How do you even talk to a camera without hating every moment of it? He pauses to swig a mouthful of beer. ]

...doesn't have to be permanent. One-offs are fine, if someone needs help with something quick. I can, uh...generate chroma too. If needed. [ He pauses, searching for words. ] Oh - I can operate a helicopter too, if that's useful.

...again, it's Rude. [ Another pause, another drink. ] And before you ask, yeah. I've heard the joke before.

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[grandsparks]

Might have.

[ Speaking of which, he raises his hand to indicate 'another' to the bartender offscreen. ]

Are you saying you're gonna take advantage of that information?

[titillation]

I guess you're going to need to wait and see.

[Yes.]

[grandsparks]

Hm. I'll manage somehow.

[ How terrible, spending his money buying drinks for a beautiful woman... ]

As for the work...it's not really that I like guard work. Just finding it hard to fill up the day without a job.

[titillation]

What would you like to do, if given the choice?

[Rangiku is quite happy with her retail job. It's not hard and it offers perks.]

[grandsparks]

...I hadn't thought about it.

[ He'd just always been a Turk. Once you were a Turk, there wasn't much else you could be. Rude thinks about it over a few more pulls on his beer. ]

Maybe a boxer. Put these skills to use.

[titillation]

Well you can certainly see if there are some places around here that would pay you to box, if you wanted?

[grandsparks]

Maybe...

[ It was a lot more training, being match-ready, but there was an appeal. Being a sportsman, which might leave enough time to do other odd jobs and pick up some extra cash. A place like this, surely there was some kind of underground fighting ring. ]

I'll look into it. Ask around the gym. [ He flashes a look at the camera. ] Good idea, Rangiku.

[titillation]

Mm, or ask to train, ne, if you like doing that also?

[Rangiku has her sword here, but she hasn't picked it up, and there's no real desire for her to train anyone in the use of a blade.]

[grandsparks]

[ Considering his recent, very personal experience up against absurdly large blades...he's in no rush to learn them either. Rude pauses his drink halfway to his lips, shooting her another look.

(That's the other nice thing about wearing dark glasses and talking through video. He can look all he likes and probably not be noticed.) ]

A personal trainer? That's an option too...

[titillation]

Well, it is one way to work up a sweat.

[grandsparks]

...

[ Rangiku......... ]

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you.

[titillation]

Who? Me? My, my, where is your mind going...

[Although the smile betrays her 100%]

[grandsparks]

Hmm.

[ She knew what she was doing. That confirmed it. In a way, it was heartening. She wouldn't fling out innuendo like that if she wasn't at least a little interested.

Either way, Rude's only response is a frown and an irritated grumble. ]

[titillation]

[Sorry, but her smile simply widens, before giving a bat of her lashes.]

I'll behave. Although if you do need any help looking around for a job, let me know~.