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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]

[ Once again, he understands about half of those words. Fancy sword, is the uptake! ]

Impressive. Got, uh...Myrtle-toaster here with you?

[schmisse]

Myrtenaster.

[ ... Rude, please. Weiss will correct you on this every single time. ]

And yes, I have my sword with me here. Why?

[grandsparks]

Just curious to see it. Sounds like an interesting weapon.

[ He lifts up his hands, having first set down his glass. It's just a regular old pair of black leather gloves, though they do look finely tailored and very well cared for. ]

I only use these.

[schmisse]

Oh... you're one of them.

[ Now she imagines Rude to be the kind of guy who just punches anyone he's annoyed with. ]

[grandsparks]

...what? Fist-fighters?

[ He cocks his head at the camera with a light frown. That is slander, young lady...he only does that occasionally. ]

[schmisse]

You know... like, if someone gets you angry, you just punch them and tell them to knock it off.

[ Punch first. Talk later. ]

[grandsparks]

I don't do anything like that.

[ Though really, he can't say for sure. The aura of being one of the terrible Turks tends to scare people off before he has to. Rude pauses a moment, considering it. If it did happen... ]

I'd tell them to knock it off, or just leave first. If they were really persistent...then I'd get physical. Violence is a last resort.

[ At least, if he's not being paid to do so. But he leaves that part out. ]

People aren't beasts. It's easier to scare them off.

[schmisse]

People aren't beasts, huh? That's a first.

[ But she may also just be really salty... ]

Well, I guess that makes you different from other people who use their fists, then. Good for you.

[grandsparks]

...sometimes.

[ He understands the salt. Understands it very, very well. ]

Thanks. High praise that I look like I would, Angel.

[schmisse]

Call me Weiss.

[grandsparks]

...?

[ Oh, right. People have usernames here...he really had just assumed that was her name. It wasn't any stranger than Rude or Cloud. ]

Ah. Sorry. [ A short pause while he remembers his manners. ] ...nice to meet you, Weiss.

Sounds like you've got a lot of experience for someone so young and pretty.

[schmisse]

Those are three things that have nothing to do with each other.

[ But she'll take it all. Experienced, young, and pretty. ]

Thanks, though.