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@Firecracker_

Mmhm, lacking a settlement recon element you are quite right in you reasoning. I don't see him being able to quite hone the skills I would like being a guardsmen, but I am slightly concerned that my idea seems appealing to others and I wouldn't want to have duplicate characters. How many outsiders will you be allowing?

I'd like to stake my claim for an Outsider with a hunting pet, most likely a dog. So everyone is clear I plan on, and hopefully it will be accepted, to create a stealth element character centered around survival, recon, and marksmanship. Likely using a sniper rifle, and some other alternative weapons, leaning towards, such as hunting knives, or the like. The character I have in mind will be adept in moving in the shadows, blending with the landscape, and all that good sneaky stuff.

If it's not too overpowered I may try for some sort of repelling gear as well, that's up to you sir Firecracker_

I only say all of this for the sake of diversity.

Edit: Backstory idea, let me know what you think, as an Outsider perhaps my character was in a master - apprentice situation, having somebody else there to help teach him all of these skills and hone them into, for lack of a better words, perfection. A nomadic duo, who wandered about and lived off the land. Distrust for settlements and their people will likely be ingrained into my character somewhat, though friendly enough. Perhaps after his master's passing he's looking to fill a sense of longing and decided to give the settled life a try.

However the only real question I have is, would the settlement employ an outsider who's only real use is out in the field in any sort of way? Or would I have to give him a more mundane job, like guarding the wall. If the latter case is true, is there the possibility that he could sneak in and out of the settlement, or perhaps utilize a settlement firing range? I'm sure guards have to practice. How would (The council?) feel about him bringing in his own weapons, do they allow citizens to carry firearms or would he be permissible since he may work as a guard?

 N I R    K E T C H E R 
Sub-Level Three

Almost unconsciously Nir leaned forward, propelled by some inner part of of his mind set to gaze upon his associate with wide eyes that could take in every aspect of detail. As if he were simply recording data to be used at a later time, in other studies. It could quite possibly come down to that, in the eventuality of the way things seem to work within the fields of science. For now, Nir simply smiled to himself as he noticed every subtle—and not so subtle—reaction Jethro made as he inhaled. From his initial excitement, to the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. It was like watching a flow chart of data. As if every expected reaction was simply a script to be acted out. 

"Look at that Nir! That is mighty pretty. Can you think about the possibilities with this leaf? Cigar rolling, chopping it up to dip, you can really get a good industry going for us workers out in the fields!" Jethro enthused. 

Nir nodded, satisfied in achieving the desired and proper reactions—were they proper, or expected? ”I believe, good sir, that this discovery may be the revolutionary kickstart to the new world tobacco industry—or rather, Ghost Leaf industry, yes?” Nir waved his off hand animatedly as he spoke, rather preoccupied with jotting down a few sudden notes that happened upon his thought process. The best time to record your thoughts was the moment they happened, if possible. ”Of course there will be the expected losses in quality, as consumers seek lower prices and higher quantities.. And further still are the expected illicit trading rings that it’s inevitably going to give birth to. Then there’s-..”

Nir blinked, pausing in his ramblings as Jethro began to tap out a jovial rhythm on his bongos. In a world—Well, an old world—where science was often associated with classical rhythmics and soft tempered tones, it was quite a pleasant change of pace to find peace in such loud, yet crisp sounds resonating from such a simplistic instrument. Nir rolled the striker of his flip lighter softly, content to remain lost in the music, if for only as long as this moment would allow. Though he did take this opportunity to light his own pipe, and within moments add to the growing column of bluish smoke swirling abstract patterns up towards the ventilation. His chair gave a soft squeak as he tilted it back as far as it’s protesting springs would allow, before setting his feet crossed on his desk and enjoying the few simple things in life that seemed so far and few inbetween nowadays.

 A R M A N D    H O L T Z 
Sub-Level Three

Doctor Armand Holtz’ face was pinched in concentration as he hunched over an array of beakers, vials, burners and test tubes all held in their various arrays and attached to their particular gizmos and devices. Often when working in a field with such an expansive dictionary of terminologies and names, it was easy to forget the actual name for the items you worked with, and rather opt for something akin to a pet name. Especially when your underlings were hand-picked from the freshman pool and knew next to nothing about what you were doing, let alone having cognitive memorization abilities.

”Key, bring sample eight-one-eight” Armand requested without losing even the smallest shred of focus from his work. Dropper held in steady hands, tip leveled over the open end of a beaker set on a hot plate—although unlike the archaic models this one could be set to heat down to the second decimal and wouldn’t burn skin.

”A-ah.. Which one is-?” A small, frail body replied. Keira Leath was a small speck of a thing; barely over five foot with skin that looked as if it hadn’t seen the sun in.. well, five years give or take. She wasn’t anything like the women Armand sought after, the ones with plump assets, pretty lashes, and a mouth a man could dream about kissing for hours. Kiera on the other hand, was entirely opposite of all of that. Which would have made her the perfect lab partner, someone Armand wouldn’t find himself distracted with. If she had any sense whatsoever.

”The red one, connected to the twirly-whirls there,” He instrustruced, indicating a frothing red liquid connected to a series of spiraling glass tubes. A single drop of blue liquid splashed into the vial Armand was hovering over, turning the clear liquid into a milky blue. If all went according to his calculations, he would have a biochemical growth hormone to hopefully help with this whole agricultural situation. It was a tiresome, but necessary task, and he had devoted all relevant departments to the cause. Much to the disgruntlement of other beneficiaries and benefactors. Well, he didn’t care much for imaginary red tape and bureaucratic politics, all of that seemed quite trivial when faced with starvation. And according to the projected calculations from the last, weekly meeting, it wouldn’t be terribly long before the city began to feel real hunger.

”Here you go doctor!” Keira chimed next to him, nearly startling him to the point of adding more of the solution he was holding to the experiment. That would have ruined the entire thing, but he tried not to dwell on that as he calmed himself. But that damn woman, moved like a wraith!

”Thank you,” Armand replied. He did try his best to be pleasant despite the grating nature of such an.. Underdeveloped brain. He had neither the time nor the patience to train in her in his field, so for the moment she was something of an assistant crossed with a secretary.

”O-oh, Doctor Holtz, you received a message from the mining department, it seems they found a blue liquid pouring from the rocks during their excavation,” Keira said in a half mumbled, her eyes cast down at the glowing display of a tablet—or were they PDAs now? Armand sighed, half because he couldn’t keep up with the progress of socialized instruments, and half because of his assistance. What was he to do with her? She barely had any formal education in science, and no real job experience other than, what was it, fast food cashier?

He looked at the twenty-five year old pointedly, ”How long ago was this? Have they quarantined the site until I can get somebody down there.. God knows who that’s going to be.” Armand said with a sigh. They were stretched so thin, and with help with Keira’s caliber, the load placed upon the entire department wasn’t likely to lighten any time soon. If her were a religious man he would pray that the next group of arrivals had somebody who knew what they were doing, and didn’t arrive to a colony devolved in starvation induced chaos.

”Almost twenty minutes ago,” The small woman answered.

Armand had to physically restrain himself from another sigh, and settled pinching the bridge of his nose between two of his fingers instead, ”And you didn’t think to say something sooner?”

”A-ah! Sorry sir.. I just ah.. I’m a little flustered there’s just so much work to do an-” Keira cut off as her device gave a quite uncharacteristically happy chime, ”Oh! Good news!”

”Good news?” Armand questioned suspiciously. Good and Kiera were not to things often associated together.

”It’s explosive.”
”Explosive?”
”Well, they said volatile, that’s explosive right?”

”Yes Kiera, that’s what it means..” And suddenly, a brilliant idea came into his head. The old saying came to mind, two birds, one stone. ”I know my line of work can be quite.. Demanding Key, but I’ve just thought of the perfect place for your particular skill set,”Which is none.

A moment later Doctor Armand was racing down the length of twisting hallways, at a steady walk of course. One where little Kiera nearly had to resort to jogging to keep pace. Doors and observation windows flashed by as his long legs carried him further into the complex. To a place he had almost forgotten, in all honestly. Not out of any sort of negative emotion, but because some people were so self sufficient you hardly had to think twice about them. What Armand would give to have a dozen of those types. Hell, two dozen and this entire city would likely be sustainable within a few months.

As he neared the end of the white expanse, his thoughts were perturbed by a strange series of sounds, like two pieces of wet leather violently battling for dominance. ”Oh for fuck’s sake not again,” Armand mumbled. He thumbed the button and the soft hiish of the door briefly added to the cacophony of sounds.

”Nir!” Armand called over the tumultuous thunder, which silence immediately, ”How many times have I told you non-science personnel are not to be.. Leisurely causing a ruckus within the labs! And for the love of god what is all this smoke?!” Armand demanded. The vein in his forehead was likely going to burst at this rate.

”Ahoy Doctor Arms! Jeth is science personnel, I keep telling you. It’s just unofficial, because he works in the fields right.”

Another sigh and Armand closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of respite. Now he remembered why he tried to avoid this section as much as possible, despite the man’s incredible talent for his field.. He was.. He was a constant, never-ending heavy sigh.

”Nir this is Keira,” Armand said quickly, motioning to the small woman next to him clutching a small box of personal, office items, ”She’ll be working with you starting today and for the love of god are you smoking the Ghost Leaf!?”

Nir laughed, or rather gave a high-pitched chuckle, ”Doctor Arms have you met Ava?”

”Nir.. I know who Avaline-
”Doctor.”
”Doctor Avaline Rose is.”
”She said the same thing, are you related?”

At that moment Armand felt as if the pressure building within him was exactly two words away from reaching terminal velocity and achieving a thermonuclear detonation within the cavity of his skull. He did not have time for this. There was important work to do that did not include the amused rambling of a madman!

”Keira Leath, Doctor Nir Ketcher, may you have a long and prosperous relationship,” Armand announced rapidly. Without a second’s more hesitation he spun on his heel and strode from the room, ignorant of all of the smiles present in the room. In fact, was Keira giggling? She Giggled?!. Honestly, Armand felt he shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore. No doubt he would wake up tomorrow with eight new tasks, his teams rendered blind, deaf, and dumb, and hell his lab was probably burning down at this very moment!

Back in the room, Nir stood, clasping his new colleges hand energetically, though she nearly dropped her box. ”Keira, Jethro—Jeth, Keira. Despite what Doctor Arms would like to imply, Jethro’s as fine a scientist as any! Did you know he can manipulate dirt?”

Keira’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, ”Dirt?”

”Yes, yes, dirt, can change the chemical do-what’s-it-nots too. Do you smoke?”

”No sir-”
”Call me Nir.. except when I’m far.”
”What?”
”It was a joke, go on Keira.”

"You can call me Key—erm, anyways," Keira said, pausing to clear her throat.”Doctor Armand said that I should notify you that the mining crews found a blue liquid substance in the mines. Oh! And it’s explosive.”

Nir stepped back, looking at her quizzically for a moment, ”Blue liquid substance? Isn’t he the chemist though?”

”See, he knew you’d say that and would like me to inform you that, and I quote,” Keira began, doing her best Dr. Arms voice,  ”For all I know it’s dead plant juice just go down there and take a damn sample!”

This prompted a brief round of chuckles within the room, before Nir shot a sidelong glance at his friend who had apparently been sitting quite contently throughout the entire debacle with his pipe. ”As ever always my friend, time is fleeting. Another time then?” Nir suggested, clasping Jethro on the shoulder and shaking his hand.

”And don’t forget to smoke that on the low-low Jeth, you know how people be.”
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