[center][h3][color=#FF7F00]Paper Moon[/color][/h3]
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[color=#FF7F00]”Alright, might as well dump this… Hm, this too… Oh, perhaps I could salvage some parts from this weapon?  Naaaaaaaaaah, running low on cash anyways.”[/color]  That last statement wasn’t entirely true.  Paper Moon didn’t heavily rely upon selling junk and unwanted items as a source of income.  It’s just that when he was ordered to… [i]clean up[/i] some person, they always seemed to be packing, which he always took with open arms.  He finally decided it was time to lighten his cargo, an errand most speed builds found themselves having to divvy up time to more than others.  Out of his peripheral vision he saw multiple signs of movement.  The Black City had some surprisingly bustling streets, especially for a metropolis bearing the name of such an ominous faction.  Guess newbies were drawn to the unknown.  

After he swiped away the trading screen, he breathed in the synthetic air, relishing the feeling of a lifted burden.  Or, it’s just that he felt a lot lighter.  Paper Moon soon found himself with his menu open yet again, his inbox vibrantly blinked with a notification, as if its sender could not wait until he pried it open.  And when he pressed the accept button, instantaneously he felt at ease.  Lina always had a flawless way of weaving in her personality into her writing, as if she was talking to him face to face.  With a jubilant but equally contained smile, he ran his eyes across the lines of text.  And in an autonomous manner, gently tapped the reply button and set to his keyboard, completely oblivious to the flow of passer-bys engulfing him.

[quote=][b]To:[/b] Leviathan
[b]From:[/b] Paper Moon
[b]Subject:[/b] Re:Re:ONLINE GAME ADDICTS SPRECHCHOR

[color=#FF7F00]”Back to the homeland, eh?  Better not be feeling homesick while on the job, XP  
Hope you got me a souvenir, or there’ll definitely be a strike >:3
Anyways, I’m in the same boat as you.  Everybody’s still out for Corpse Collector, and I guess we’re no exception.  I’m snooping around for some leads, but nothing’s popped up as of late.  Maybe something will just drop out of the sky, yeah?.”[/color][/quote]

Just as he hit the send key, with a portion of his brain still divvied up to his surroundings, he instinctively moved out of the way of the object on a crash course with him.  He raised an eyebrow at the remains of the window, still trying to process what had just occurred, [color=#FF7F00]”Did they add a gifting system…?”[/color]  Out of the shambles flew a four-armed… well that was really the only way to describe him.  At least that’s what drew his attention right off the bat.  His iconic smile coupled with an outstretched hand was his response.  [color=#FF7F00]”With an entrance like that, how could I possibly decline?”[/color]  He was definitely intrigued, but not entirely sold, albeit the fact that he looked the part.  [color=#FF7F00]”Now when you say ‘train and to be bait’, do you mean to be cannon fodder or sufficient fighters?  Honestly, I wouldn’t mind going with the latter.  Name’s Paper Moon.  Assassin.  Solo.  Certified portable heater.”[/color]

[@Lucius Cypher] [@Kimiyosis]