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Carn:
"In any event, I need to go run some errands."
Carn hands Shaded back his pistol, then holsters Executioner.
"My only recommendation for now, is to arm yourselves. Talk to our employers if you need a slight advance in pay for equipment. They may even just buy it for you, I dunno. See ya guys."
Carn walks off, heading towards the seedy area of town. In particular, for a dingy, subterranean saloon, a frequent place for mercenaries. As Cathedral is a trade hub, with connections to every faction, mercenaries flock here in droves. This particular saloon, in turn, acts as a hub for the mercenaries in Cathedral, and has a radio room.
He begins tothink out loud to himself, as he walks down the maze of alleys and unused sewer pipes,
"Time to check in on the network. Maybe someone I know is in town, or can soon be in town. Be good to have more crew."
Stopping at a door, only differentiated by the others by the light spilling from underneath, he enters. The Bartender looking up, and recognizing him.
"Alister, been awhile. How was that last job of your?"
"Nearly froze my rear off, and that's saying something for me. Anyone I know in town?"
The Bartender pauses for a moment, thinking.
"Two, I believe. Jasper, that creepy Chaladonian doctor....."
"And? Who else?"
"Her."
"Her?"
"Me."
Turning around and sees the new voice. Standing before him is a slim, red haired woman, in the loose practical garb of the Guild. And like just about every patron who has ever been in this saloon, appears to be a walking armory.
"Alison, its been awhile."
Koali:
"Yo, Gaige! Can I use your workshop?"
BdrLineAzn:
Militia Docks
Walking up to the transport, Frey checks his pocket watch and sees that it is already two in the afternoon. The docks has quiet down a bit as majority of the workers are off to lunch. Looking over to the table the line has disperse only to be left with a single recruiter with a clipboard of papers.
"Afternoon sir." he says with a quick salute.
Frey smartly salutes back and says, "Afternoon, is that for the list for today?"
"Yes, well from this morning. Everyone left for lunch so things are slow at the moment, going to start back up in the next hour."
"Good, just send that to my desk, I'll look over it tonight. You can go out and eat."
"Roger that."
A quick exchange of salutes, the worker stuff the papers into his bag and heads towards the Center. Seeing the current state of the docks, Frey decides to give himself his own personal break and walks off towards the southern end of the city.
ShadedExalt:
"Yeah, sure. I wanted to get started on that sword anyway. Follow me, it's not far."
Gesturing for Koali to follow, he sets off at a brisk pace towards his shop.
Carn:
Carn and Alison stare at each other, with the kind of tension only made between exes who have unresolved issues.
"So, what's the big bad Marauder doing down here?"
"I have a new contract, and was looking to see if there was anyone around I could use."
"Oh?"
Alison walks up to him, in an oddly aggressive, yet subtle way. Like a leopard, preparing to leap.
"And just what kind of contract is this?"
"One where I could use Jasper more than you."
Alison makes a face.
"Jasper? What do you want with that guy? Planning a few alterations?"
"Hardly, I could use someone who has medical knowledge. And, I can control him."
"Please, nobody controls Jasper. You'll wake up one day with your stomach opened up, and Jasper's hands rummaging around in there. He only bides his time, and you know it. Anyways, he's in town alright, but in prison. They convicted him of aiding a strange group called the Birdmen. Apparently they liked mutants, and we both know how Jasper gets with that kind of thing."
Carn's face, briefly hardens into a grim expression, then is wiped clean. But not before Alison sees it.
"Oh, do these birdies have something to do with your job? Well your in luck Alister, I'm a licensed combat surgeon now."
"Oh, and when did this happen?"
"Please, its been what, four years since we last saw each other? The point is, I can properly sow your spleen back in you after it falls out, and it sounds like nobody else in your group can. That, along with my other skills, would make me seem like a qualified candidate for your contract, now doesn't it?"
The internal war in Carn's mind is settled. The need for someone of Alison's skillset, outweighs their personal history.
"Fine. Follow me."
Carn walks out, Alison following about five feet behind, with a cat-like smirk on her face.
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