MAIN QUEST

((Collab between Ordure and Letter Bee))

As Par Rapids strolled out of the room, his bodyguards walling him off, he would become conscious to the atmosphere of the sewer - a cool, aerant whiff of sewer spew drifting by him, brisk, sharp air cutting ahead, vaguely wet, autumn scents flowing by. The revolutionaries around the group would spryly move around them, shoving past with their cobbled-together rifles and dirtied assault rifles. As he continued down the sewer street, revolutionaries in riot helmets watching as they passed. There were numerous varieties of arms shops and rations caches, with simple names - [color=#ffff99]"Frederik's Armory"[/color] or [color=#ffcc66]Delilah's Homecoocked Packets"[/color] - eventually stopping by a more general, simple store - [color=#9999ff]"Jill's Laser Ends"[/color]

As he entered the store, numerous revolutionaries would glance up from their weapons polishing or crafting to look him over - giving the men and women surrounding him a brief, hardened look before returning to their weapons. A revolutionary sitting on a spruce wooden barrel in the corner looked Par Rapids over, her green eyes locking onto the kid. [color=#9999ff]"[i]Je devine[/i] that you're new here, trooper."[/color] She said, her saffron colored hair tossed over her shoulder. [color=#9999ff]"You look lost."[/color]

"A little," spoke Par, allowing himself to be open. "But I think I've come to the right place." [i[In more ways than one.[/i] "You see, I need a new Laser Rifle for the attack on the Bastille that's coming up soon." He took off his shades as if to polish it, but in truth, it was to give the woman a glimpse of his grey eyes... [Lady Killer]

[color=#336699][Lone Wanderer][/color][color=#9999ff]"Vous aurez à essayer plus fort que cela."[/color] She replied, grinning - her eyes, however, seemed to flash angrily, as she gave the laser musket a single, crickety crank of the gun. [color=#9999ff]"You try that again, and you're a tas de cendres."[/color]

She shrugged, straightening out her hair, continuing to polish the polished green barrel of her laser musket. [color=#9999ff]"A revolutionary is a little more than your common noble prostitue."[/color] She offered, straightening out her riot gear chest plate. [color=#9999ff]"Bien sûr - you're not very liked around here, anyway - so that doesn't help much."[/color]

She got up, looking over an expansive laser rifle collection hooked to the wall. [color=#9999ff]"Let's get to business, then - I suppose we can discuss your rifle problem."[/color]

Par sighed, then smiled.

"I know when I'm defeated, I suppose; no shame in it. Anyway, I need a good sniping model." [i]I lack endurance, but am agile.[/i] "Something that allows me to take down enemies from afar."

"As for not liked around here...why? Is it because people feel I'm an intruder?"

[color=#9999ff]"Oh, you're asking [i]pourquoi?[/i] That's precious."[/color] She chuckled, almost bitterly. She looked over the laser rifles, thumbing down the index. [color=#9999ff]"Look at yourself in the mirror, un jour."[/color]

She found a hefty laser rifle, but placed it back on - deciding the weapon would be too much of a strain on Rapids. [color=#9999ff]"You have [i]bodyguards.[/i] You have [i]caps.[/i] You head a [i]guild.[/i] You are the littéral definition of the type of people we've fought against for decades."[/color] 

She found a smaller model, a long barrel hooked on with a decent, night vision scope. [color=#9999ff]"This should be good for vos fins. A hundred caps. I'm sure you have beaucoup to toss around."[/color] She said, laying it down on the table. [color=#9999ff]"A bon nombre of our members are poor and suffering, their families dying of disease. They have trouble bringing bread to the table, beaucoup moins protecting themselves. And here, you come strolling in."[/color]

"All true," said Par, putting down a small pouch containing a hundred caps. "But, unlike the 'beaucoup moins', I believe in [i]fair[/i] as well as free trade. That's what my [i]Guild[/i] used to stand for, still stands for, and will continue to stand for." [i]Unless my Uncles try something, of course.[/i]

"And this is fair," he continued as he took the rifle.

[color=#9999ff]"It's been a.. [i]pleasure[/i] doing business."[/color] Jill Vaughney said, taking a small pouch of caps in return. [color=#9999ff]"The rifle will serve you well. Don't lose it in the battle."[/color]

Par smiled.

"I won't; happy to have met you," this was honest. The 19-year old boy then turned to leave, ready to go back to his room...

[@Ordure], [@Ulstermann]