[@Ulstermann]

[color=#ff5050]"Merci pour votre gentillesse." {Thank you for your kindness.}[/color] Captain Cade said, smiling. He rolled down his pant leg, hiding the exposed wiring and circuitry. [color=#ff5050]"It was no problem - I didn't think you seemed hostile, so I decided it was best to help you. I was right, luckily - glad you didn't me [i]tirer dans la tête[/i] when you came here."[/color]

Captain Cade thought for a moment, listening to Tom Carson's offer of being a potential freelancer for The Order. [color=#ff5050]"Hmm.. I suppose we could certainly do with help, especially from anyone. I suppose you could assist Captain Floure, in the Proulx District. He could certainly use help, especially with that Revolution Riot going on for the last couple of days."[/color] Captain Cade said, drumming his fingers on the table. [color=#ff5050]"It'll give you a chance to see Napoleon V in person. I'd say that she has the lower class's [i]plein soutien,[/i] and I understand why. Napoleon V is very, very [i]charismatique.[/i] I myself was there for one of her riots - and I genuinely believed her for a moment, despite her crippling me and locking me out of duty."[/color]

[color=#ff5050]"Well, I suppose it's time for us to say [i]au rev-[/i]"[/color] Captain Cade's sentence was interrupted as bullet whistled past him, almost nailing him in the head. [color=#ff5050]"Gah! Révolutionnaires Goddamn!"[/color] The man shouted, and with some effort threw his dinner table onto it's side, sending bits of food and silverware flying. He used the momentary distraction to rip a hunting rifle off of the wall and fired a round into a revolutionary midway through his window, causing his body to land on the floor, staining the rug with blood. [color=#d1d1e0]"Mourir!"[/color] Gearington exclaimed, setting a revolutionary initiate on fire and using his buzz-saw to chop off one's arm. [color=#ff5050]These aren't full revolutionaries - looks like some newcomers! They don't have the armor!"[/color]

[@Tuxedo Fox]

[color=ed1c24][Intimidating Presence] The fat salesman, listening to the "adventurer" threaten him, immediately felt a rush of fear shoot through him as his wrist was trapped.[/color]

[color=#996633]"H-holy christ - d-don't kill me!"[/color] The portly merchant exclaimed, backing up into his trading outpost. [color=#996633]"L-listen, bud, I can call you bud right?[/color] The man would lightly pat his forehead with a handkerchief, sweating profusely. [color=#996633]"I may - and y-you didn't hear this from me, now.. I work with the, ah, French Revolution."[/color] Jimbo Gribble would immediately stuff his handkerchief back in, glancing between Boss and Little Boy. If he could just flick the switch.. no, he'd get two shots in the gut before he could. [color=#996633]"I work with 'em, set things up.. even fix up that riot gear of theirs.. and we're planning something big soon. I ain't telling you no m-matter how scary you are, b-but.. you'll know when you s-see it - and you better hope you d-don't see it."[/color]

[color=#996633]"H-hey, you see that broken chain? You know what, I'm sure you did - that's the symbol of the French Revoluti - shit. I shouldn't have told you that."[/color] The man said, immediately backtracking as he stumbled over his words. [color=#996633]"Whatever. It's done now. You see that symbol - it means there's revolution activity t-there. A couple of guys came before you - initiate revolutionists - I gave them the address to Captain Cade's house, the cripple that heads this whole dump."[/color] Jimbo pointed nervously, his mechanical arm slick with sweat, at the large marble building covered in flags. It was surrounded by unkempt civilians wearing rags and other forms of dirtied clothing, armed with small arms, attempting to clamber in. [color=#996633]"That's where they are now."[/color] 

[color=#996633]"I wouldn't go th-there if I were you. They're just initiates - ain't got the whole deal yet with armor - but they're crazy as hell."[/color] Jimbo Gribble began backing up to the backroom door of his outpost. [color=#996633]"Gah - just get the hell away from me!"[/color] The man would scurry into his backroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Next to him, the Eyebot "Asshead" would chirp playfully, nudging Boss with his antennae - his new owner, and would play a plaful little tune from the local radio station.