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(Setting) The Burning Gunsmith
| >A smallish girl looking sickly, with long flowing white hair enters the bar, she looks kind of tired, but also nervous
>There is no sign of her usual red attire, instead wearing a small white jersey with cut sleeves hiding a small frame with surprisingly huge breasts, topped off with a long black one-piece dress
>She is quite curvy, something the old winter coat managed to hide very well
"H-Hello"
| "Hm? Oh, Hi ghosty!"
>The bartender waves at her. Some of the patrons look at her, but don't bother doing a second take. Another person arrives behind her, and from the attire, that being a suit, you can guess is most likely Jhensen.
"Hey Eleanore, what do you thing of my lay low spot?"
| >A scruffy little catboomer girl walks in. She is dressed in a torn up, dirty white sundress with black stockings and mary janes
| "You know I am"
>Tuna looks at him with a glare
| "Dosen't matter either way, they don't check here. Where's your sister-in-crime?"
>Jhensen takes his phone out, tapping a few things.
| "She is running late. She had to take care of some things before she left. She should be here in a few minutes. You stated you just wanted to work with me anyway although I am not sure how you know about me"
| Hi
| >313131
"Everyone has secrets, Tun Tun. Anyway, we will be hitting the vault of Trinity Greene, in about 3 (Not real-time) hours. We go in as GCPD."
>Jhensen snaply explains the plan.
>>313137
"So how've you been? You look better than last time."
| >>313143
"I was.. huh, on a date"
>She looks around
"It didnt work out that well..."
>She sighs loudly looking at Tuna
"Hi, miss yellowfin"
| >>313143
"A heist hm? I don't think I have ever done anything like that. I don't think Wendy would want to be in on it. She only robs and hurts criminals. We only have met twice and now your calling me nicknames"
>She rolls her eyes
| >>313150
"I believe we met once before at Cain's, my name is Eleanore Drakenklagen"
>The girl bows, looks like she's used to it
"i-it makes sense if she forgot about me right, I have no presence at all..."
>She mumbles
| >>313148
"We've met more than twice, but that's besides the point. And before you throw words like heist, and rob, consider listening to why. These sons of cum dumpsters are involved is some high level politics. The kind where letting your daughter meet the president of a country is a small favour. Of course, this is just one of many shell companies, and I need to get in to that vault for 2 reasons."
| >Jhensen sticks out a finger.
"1: Aggravation, really set a bonfire under their ass, get them moving, which could lead us to the owning company of Trinity Greene."
>He sticks out a second one.
"2: What ever is in that vault. While it might be a Shell, Trinity Greene still does contractor research, and from Cyrus' findings (N3, don't worry, just take credit for the good roll.) They have a very big, constant contractor, almost as big as a government contract."
| >Jhensen sighs.
"If you want to bail, then bail, I don't blame you."
>>313146
>Jhensen then coughs, and turns to Eleanore.
"Sorry about that. Work related stuff. Why did the date go bad?"
| >>313172
"Oh either way I am not bailing. I give no fucks as long as it hurts no one who doesn't deserve it. I was talking about Wend- Well speak of the devil.
>A blond haired little girl walks in.
>>313162
"Oh. It was so long ago I forgot. I hope your doing well"
| >>313172
"Many, many things... I guess they got creeped out when I said I loved blacksmithing..."
>Eleanore seems dejected
"You look sick, is what she said too, that's mean isnt it!"
>She's about to cry, but she seems angry somehow, there's fire in her eyes
>>313172
"Th-That's okay, it's fine I kinda get that a lot"
>She seems to calm down after facing Tuna
"Sorry, I kinda get emotional sometimes..."
| >>313177
"I am not for sure what you getting at but I have been... okay"
>She sighs. Tuna hugs Eleanore.
"It will be okay"
| >>313186
"T-Thanks, it means a lot"
>She lets herself be hugged, like a child
"I just cant get over it... I never do well in dates, maybe i'm just that bad..."
>She laughs bitterly
| >>313185
"Trust me, blacksmithing might be badass, but seeing you do it is more of an art."
>>313186
"The Cas... oh what ever. I'll be a few seconds, Tuna can fill you in."
>Jhensen walks over to bar ordering a few drinks.
| >>313188
"Dating is stupid. It just over complicates things. It is why I am content to be single until I die"
>Wendy sighs
"Your going to eat those words. It is apperently inevitable"
| >>313190
"I-It's nothing that impressive, dad was way better than I am, you should see his work"
>Eleanore says, she looks a little less sad now
| >>313193
>Eleanore looks over at Tuna and giggles
"That's what Falschen says"
>She looks happier, seems like being hugged helped her
| >>313194
"Oh come on. The knife I got from you, which I may or may not have broken, was god damn art."
>Jhensen sheepishly goes over the broken part.
"Oh, what's Falschen up to these days?"
>>313193
"I used to say that. Then I had a wife."
>Jhensen says, with a slightly darker tone towards the end.
| >>313196
"Well he is very smart"
>>313201
>Tuna walks over to Jhensen and awkwardly hugs him
"Are you okay?"
| >>313201
"H-he's doing okay, just a lot on his mind recently"
>Eleanore seems panicked
"R-Right, the knife! how did you break it?">
>She relaxes
| >>313203
"I'm fine."
>Jhensen shrugs Tuna off.
>>313204
"Uh... how do I explain it... I stabbed something, and found out that those thing are very hot-blooded. In both senses."
>Jhensen sheepishly scratches the back of his head.
| >>313070
>A female Courier, with messenger bag slung on her back trots into the bar. She looks around, her eyes glancing over the group in one corner, before settling on a man in a suit sitting nearby.
>She walks to the suited man's table, hands him a file from her bag, then walks to the bar. She orders a drink (whiskey, neat), and waits.
>the man quickly glances over the file before heading out of the establishment.
| >>313205
"Y-You managed to melt it!? how the... what?"
>Eleanore scratches her head
"B-Back to the drawing board I guess... I really should find a way to divert heat, i'm really bad with it..."
>She rambles on
"I hate summer..."
| >>313211
"I'm fine."
>Jhensen tries to convince Tuna...
>>313216
>While he looks at the courier deliver the file.
>Meanwhile, the courier gets her whiskey from the bartender.
"So what kind of things do you deliver to make men run away?"
>>313217
"Honestly, it was after I stabbed 20 or so of them, So I think your design was good. Maybe we can work on it together?"
| >>313224
>The courier smiles
"All sorts of things..."
>She takes a sip of her whiskey
"Blackmail sometimes. But most times its much more mundane."
| >>313224
"Co-compliments wont get you anything..."
>Eleanore scratches her cheek
"I would appreciate the help of course, but do you know anything about blacksmithing at all?"
>she asks
| (Soz about the slo responses, E3 fever.)
>>313235
"I know a thing or two. Used to do alloying."
>>313232
"Seriously, I'm. Fine."
>Jhensen pats Tuna to distract her.
>>313232
"So what was it this time?"
>The bartender idly chitchats, while wiping a glass.
| (NP, I've got studying to do)
>>313246
"Normal stuff."
>The courier says curtly before she takes another sip of her whiskey. She turns to look at the rest of the seedy little dive before her eyes settle on Jhensen, who's been watching her
>She takes another sip before calling out to the man
"Can i help you?"
| >>313252
"No, not really. Just thought you where pretty."
>Jhensen lies, obviously there is something else to this courier...
| >>313246
"That's... surprising"
>She nods her head
"Sure, maybe you can help me out, but I wont accept any inferior piece of work than what you broke"
| >>313259
>The woman laughs at this
"Thanks for the compliment, but that's not right. You don't just stare at a woman if you think she's pretty, you come and talk"
>She grabs her drink and walks over towards the table.
(whoops i forgot a detailed description)
>She has a lithe form, well toned from training and her job. Her hair is cut short but functional, its silver color a rather distinguishing mark on what otherwise seems to be just another courier
| >>313268
"I think you will be the one catching up."
>Jhensen winks
>>313272
"I thought you where an old acquaintance. Maybe in a past life... So why a courier?"
| >you hear the screech of tires parking
>if you were to look outside you could see a car illegally parked occupying two spaces with one wheel on the sidewalk
>inside the bar a man walks in wearing a coat with cut out sleeves and a red bandanna
>he bears the badge of the GCPD
>he sits at the bar
"a gut punch would ja"
>he pays
| >A lone catboomer wanders in. She wears a faded seifuku, cut at the midsection, sleeves covered with pins like scales that clatter when she moves. Her skirt and her one kneesock drip gray water onto the floor. She flips her eyepatch as she looks around, revealing a purple eye underneath.
"Wiiiiiiiiiz..."
>She sits at the bar and taps it repeatedly, as if pushing buttons.
"Hey drinks person? I can't log onto this thing. One alcohol, please!"
| >>313277
>She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink
"I couldn't work in an office all day, and there's so much shit to explore in a world like this."
>>313282
>As the GCPD man walks in, the courier tenses up slightly, only noticeable to Jensen and his group, as she looks to the new arrival.
| >>313277
>Eleanore looks confused and shows a small smile, she bows her head a bit to the courrier
"H-Hi"
| >>313283
"I don't know... It's kinda odd actually. I just care. I can't really explain it. It's kinda bothering me that I can't pin point why"
>Tuna looks at the ground, confused
| >>313285
"Yeah... what alcohol? We got whiskey, beer, Vodka, and whatever is on the shelf behind me."
>The bartender beams a smile.
>>313282
"We don't have BTC serving, used all of the ingredients for other things. I'll make you something similar."
>The bartender mixes some vodka with whiskey, droping a few cubes of ice.
"There."
| >>313286
>Jhensen leans in slighly.
"You good?"
>>313288
"If emotions are going to get in the way, I'm cutting you out of this job. No if's or but's."
>Jhensen crosses his arms.
| >>313293
"thanks"
>despite his attire, mannerism and his general existence he strikes people as a pretty chill guy
| >>313293
"Oooh, I'll have the 'Whiskeybeer!' No, wait, lemmie think..."
>She looks at the wall and points to a black bottle.
"What's in that? I'll have it. Definitely yesplease!"
| >>313288
>Eleanore looks at Tuna with a warm smile
"I'm sure he'll be just fine, sometimes its bad to push things"
>She then turns to jhensen
"So about that knife, any specifics I could get?"
>She has stopped stuttering, she seems to be excited
| >>313294
"Hey They will not. It's normal to be concerned about a comrade.Your the one taking your sweet time to get a move on"
| >>313294
> The courier sighs, but does not relax
"Thats another reason."
>she whispers, indicating maybe not the police officer themselves, but what they represent: Power, corruption and general abuse.
>>313287
>she turns towards the other woman, then smiles
"Hey. I'm sorry I've not introduced myself. I'm Asun"
>(pronounced 'Asoon')
| >>313297
"Don't thank me yet, try the drink."
>>313298
>The bartender takes the bottle down, and opens it, taking a sip.
"Hurkr. I don't think this is alcohol. Do you still want it?"
>>313299
"Concealable, yet large. Just not crocodile dundee large."
| >>313305
"Oh, so around 8 inches, is that okay"
>Eleanore seems deep in thought
"I-I was kinda hoping for a serrated design, it's usually really helpful"
| >>313301
"H-Hi! i'm Eleanore, it's nice to meet you"
>Her light german accent seems to be troublesome when trying to pronounce the name, but she tried her best
| >in an orange flash a man appears
>he appears suspended in the air before fully materializing and falling to his butt
"oooowwww dammit where am i..?"
>he then just lies there in slight pain and moderate dizziness
| >>313300
"Fine, fine."
>Jhensen whips out his phone, and speed-dials a number. Anyone browsing news feed would soon see would see that there as a large explosion in Cathedral-2.
>>313301
"Well, it as great meeting you Asun, but names are for friends."
>Jhensen stands up, and begins to walk towards the back of the bar.
>>313309
"God damn Hunter left behind one of his bottles..."
>The bartender pours the drink
(Roll for drink)
| >>313313
"Welcome to The Burning Gunsmith! What can I get you Cyrus?"
>The bartender greets you. How does she know your name?
>>313310
>As Jhensen disappears round the corner in to the back, you can hear his voice.
"Make it 5 inches!"
| >>313311
>Asun smiles at Eleanore
"Nice to meet you Eleanore. So blacksmithing, huh? Thats a cool trade."
>>313315
"If you need a courier, find me."
| >>313317
"Well come on! let's get going! We need to be first response!"
>Jhensen pops back in, waving to both.
| >>313313
"Oh, its the weird german guy! Falschen told me to stay away from him..."
>Eleanore watches on as N3 appears, her hand reaching for something inside her coat
| >>313320
>he gets up
"wha? Gunsmith?
Oh.
Uh im sorry what was your name?
Evie?"
>he teleports an ice pack and places it on his head
| >>313328, >>313325
>Asun sits on the now unoccupied table as Eleanore reacts to the man teleporting in.
"I disagree. making something with your hands is really cool, regardless."
| >>313335
>They arrive to the back alley of the bar, where a GCPD cruiser sits.
"Come on, get in. The clothes are inside, you can get changed on the way."
| >>313335
"wha-? Who are you?"
>he still does not remember all of it, it seems
>>313334
"might as well test some tech while im here..
Uuhhh a whiskey on the rocks then if you would"
>his eyes glow blood red for a moment before fading back to black
| "Sure."
>Lane serves you a ell aged whiskey on the rocks.
| >the GCPD officer is just freaking out
>he continues to panic before hoping in his car and driving off
| >>313329
>She sniffs the glass.
"..."
>Drains it. Her face turns blue. She gags for a moment.
>WHAM!
>Flops headfirst onto the bar, slumps to the floor. Slowly climbs back to her seat.
"G-got anything sweet? N-need... palate cleanse..."
| >>313342
>The Officer finds all his tires popped, as a GCPD Cruiser fly by.
>>313343
"Yeah, I got some juice for you."
>Lane places a tall glass of apple juice
| >>313342
"hell was his deal...?"
>>313341
"thank you."
>again his eyes glow
"huh they do work."
>they fade back and he removes the contacts and takes a sip
| >>313346
>from the sky a new car falls down crushing his old one
"NOBODY FUCK WITH
S A V A G E. R A G E"
>and speeds off while clenching his asscheeks furiously
| >>313346
"Thankies."
>She spills juice on her tie as she drinks.
"Heeeey... fix your building. Won't stop flipping upside-down."
>She coughs. Staggers off her seat, her pins and buttons clinking, moves close to Asun and touches her hair.
"Hi. You have nice hair."
| Thank you
| (uhhhh that one wasn't me lol)
>>313360
>Asun watches the drunk boomer with mild interest
"thank you..."
>she says, mildly amused by the drunk boomer
| >>313368
>She raises a handful of Asun's hair.
"I'm Yeesha, I am a... a... sexy astronaut pirate. I don't know. How do you get nice hair like that?"
| >>313375
"You caught me. I'm a spy being to be that thing I said I was. Don't tell anyone. What's your name?"
| >>313397
"Hey, bar waiter? One whiskeybeer- no, two whiskeybeers for the cool girls at the cool table! On me!"
>She turns to Asun
"S-sorry I tried to tell you I was from the spy planet. There is no such thing. You looked like you might so I thought so nevermind. Why are you here?"
| "I was here on a job..."
>Asun smiles, then her smile falls. She quickly pulls a phone out of her bag. She looks at the message displayed on the screen.
"Shit... I'm sorry, i got to jet. I'm still on the clock."
| >Asun gently takes a finger and guides Yeesha's head up so she would be looking at asun
"hey, I'm sorry... I'll talk to you later."
>She quickly ruffles around in her bag for somthing, and pulls out a crumpled paper and a cheap disposable pen. Asun quickly scribbles somthing down and places it in Yeesha's hand
"Text me, ok?"
| >>313437
"Kay... I-"
>She stifles a burp. Texts her contact info to the number.
>Turning a bit pale, she staggers out the bar, bumping into the doorframe along the way.
| >>313443
>Asun seems to be about to say somthing before Yeesha stumbles outside
>Asun quickly follows the boomer oustide.
| >>313448
>Yeesha sweats. Her face is almost purple. She leans against a wall and takes a moment to breathe, and her color slowly returns to normal.
"You were sayin?"
| >>313913
>Asun still seems concerned about Yeesha's state
"Well, uh... You're cute, but i got to go, so i'll talk to you later, ya?"
| >>314231
>Eleanore scratches her head
"I think it has to do with a warehouse and lots of screaming... he also mentionned clowns and a few elephants in the vicinity..."
>She smiles
| >>314579
>he laughs a bit
"why so embarrassed Fraulein?
Nothing is wrong about taking interest in such a thing."
| "I wish my dates would say the same..."
>Eleanore says while laughing bitterly
| "well if it helps in any way, i for one think its perfectly fine."
>he takes a sip of teh goo whiskey
| >A fairly tall man shoves the door to the bar open and winces when he realizes he overdid it.
>He has semi long black hair that barely covers his ears, but his two catboomer ears at the top of his head are almost proudly displayed. The black that fades to purple as it gets higher up on his shirt would be a familiar color scheme to someone who somehow knew him. He glances around the bar seeming a bit confused.
"Uhh... Is Falschen here..?"
| >>314597
>A sickly looking girl looks at you, it's Eleanore
"Do you know him?"
>She gets up and moves in closer to you
| >>314599
>He looks down a little at the girl now fully aware of him.
"Loosely. Apparently they're a fan of me? We were supposed to meet up to discuss some uh... 'business' stuff."
>He glances around the joint again. No one in power armor. Maybe Falschen wasn't here yet...
| "Oh, so you're the mister he was meeting!"
>She laughs a bit
"Can I talk with you for just a second?"
>She turns to N3 with a weak smile
"I'll have to go, very sorry"
>She then grabs the Catboomer's arm and leads him to the door
| >>314603
>He glares at the man posing the question. How the hell did he know what he looked like?
"No clue what you're on about. There's hundreds of alleyways in Glitch."
>>314604
>His glare gets interrupted as he gets pulled by the odd girl.
"Yeah sure, not that you're giving me much of a choice..."
>He muttered the last part as he reluctantly followed after the girl.
| >>314610
>The girl drags you along outside and then looks around
"Sorry about this, you know how it is"
>She sighs
"So, huh you wanted to talk with Falschen right?"
| >>314616
"I do, yeah. Are you a friend of theirs by chance?"
>He looks around expecting to get jumped or something. This was a little suspicious. His cat ears flicked a little, broadcasting his suspicion.
| >>314621
"Something like that yeah"
>Eleanore seems less tense than before
"I'll let you speak with him in an instant"
>She just turns around and clears her throatbefore turning over to face Bunker
>Her eyes are glowing an odd blue shine, and they look almost empty
"You're speaking to the big boy himself now, how ya doin' fella?"
>The voice is manly, gruff and distorted
| "Uh... What. Are you... This girl..? Okay then. Weird. There goes me hitting on her."
>He clears his throat trying not to dwell on it.
"So if we're going to do this teaming up thing, we're gonna need to communicate with each other, and not through Danger /u/. Cause that's gonna basically be broadcasting too much, especially with the slimey punks on /u/"
| "Tell me about it, damn board's been a real drekhole for shitters and scummy bandits recently"
>Falschen raises his, her shoulders
"And dont waste yer time on the little miss, she's gay as hell!"
>He laughs boisterously, Her face looks embarrased
| "Good to know. I guess. Who isn't gay in Glitch at this rate. Sheesh."
>Bunker laughs a little with a shitty grin on his face.
"Anyway. I'll get you my number, then we can at least stay in contact easier."
>He strokes his chin a bit.
"And can I ask why you like me? I've been trying to keep om the down low so it's weird y'know."
| >>314669
"What's there to hate about a big ass powersuit that takes canon blasts like a breeze?"
>Falschen says with a giggle
"I kinda modded my armor after yours too, I wanted it to be as solid, but I aint there yet"
| "Heh. Took a cannon blast as well as any other. Shouldn't be fazed next time though... Well. I guess that's all I really wanted to talk about. Not much."
>Bunker shrugs. He glances around again, still a little uneasy considering they were right outside the Flooded District. The cesspool of GC.
| >>314681
"Not gonna ask any other questions huh? damn I came here prepared to answer some kinda test or somethin'"
>He shrugs and then picks up something from a bag, it's a mask and a cloak
"How bout a few drinks then eh? the owners know me well enough, and the place aint bad"
| >>314683
"I mean I could ask you a million questions, but I'm not much of a data gathering guy. I'd rather see you perform and go from there."
>Bunker shrugs and scratches the back of his neck.
"Yeah I'll have a few drinks. Not much though. Tried piloting my suit while hammered before... I broke my arm that day, and a few ribs."
>Bunker laughs slightly, shaking his head, reminiscing over his stupidity.
| >>314714
"I almost broke my whole fucking skeleton, gears really are fickle things sometimes!"
>Falschen laughs
"Don't forget i'm the one with the skeleton..."
>That sounded like Eleanore's voice
"hey, I already said sorry, and you signed up for this"
>Falschen says before getting back in
| >>314718
"Is this girl some kind of vessel for you or something? Are you an AI or whatever? This is something that'd be nice to know actually."
>Bunker slides his hands in his pockets. Now a bit more comfortable with the environment.
| >>314736
"We're basically the same person I guess?"
>Eleanore responds
"I made a pact with him and we kinda just... Well became one"
>Falschen's laughter is heard
"I'm part of her programming at this point, lilims really are something to marvel at"
>he heads for the bar
"well Don't mind it too much, I aint no parasite and to be honest, you can think of me as the little miss' violent side"
| >>314749
>you hear a dismembered voice
"you people really need to be more careful about your privacy"
>it sounds like N3s
"if you want i can get you a body faschen"
| >>314750
"There he is again, clown boy, I still remember the elephants, dont think ill ever forget"
>Falschen says with a grunt
"And no, ill be fine, Im a man of my word and a pact is a pact"
>Falschen shrugs
| "I was just minding my own goddamn buisness fella, and then I start seeing some Ronald looking ass bust down the door while YOU were after them, I almost got stomped THRICE!"
>Falschen says with a raised fist before heading to the bar and nodding to Evie
"horsepiss please, I need to honor the duel I lost"
| "...fuck fair point..."
>still in telepathy though
"but in my defense, you still took those jager bombs...and the vodquilla...*and* the alcoholic sleeping gas.
You also were the one who insisted to steal the elephants.
'cyrus cyrusrusus...we...WE ned to steal some war elephants...djjehe YES!'. You said those exact words."
| >>314768
"Nice try psycho mantis, but I dont get drunk, and when I do, I get fixated on luchadors and GSF"
>Falschen laughs, the three stripes on the mask glowing eerily
"I just ran my dude, ran as fast as I could in my underpowered broken down suit"
| >>314772
>he looks at you, his iris blood red instead of its usual black
"touche"
>he actually says it this time
>his eyes fade back
| >Falschen doesnt seem to mind the weird stuff
"So how about you friend? Anything saucy you can tell me about yerself?"
>He asks Bunker
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| >On the border of the Flooded district, sits a dingy dive bar. It's exterior, exposed concrete and boarded windows. It has 2 neon signs pointing attention to it, "OPEN" and "WE GOT WHISKEY".
>The interior of the bar fares better. Various stools line the bar, seemingly scavenged from the next door district, with sofas and coffee tables scattering the floor of the bar. At the bar itself, is a gal, happily wiping glasses as she whistles an old tune.