[center][h1][color=f7976a]Xenos[/color][/h1][/center]
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Xenos grumbled to himself as he awoke, feeling barely rested and sore everywhere after the scouting mission. [color=f7976a][i]'Never say yes to River again. Noted.'[/i][/color] The tinkerer thought irritably as he stretched, his body more than happy to remind him exactly where he belonged. Anywhere but a god damned scouting mission. He'll leave that to the rogues next time. And River, the hyper active child he is. Maybe going alone would help burn off some of that boundless energy. He sighed, resigned to the fact he wasn't going to drift back to sleep, and wriggled his way out of the bed, careful not to wake up River. 

[color=f7976a]“I need a bath. I feel so gross.”[/color] He muttered, grabbing his stuff and heading down the hall. He had dropped into bed without bothering to eat or wash up and he regretted it. Missing meals for projects and fun is one thing, missing meals for actual work is an entirely other apparently. At least yesterday wasn't a complete bust. Simple dungeon, right out of the cliché low level dungeon list--Tons of trash mobs, railroad track path, big evil boss thing, big pile o' treasure. 

He sighed again as he finished up his hygiene routine, the haunting image of his undoubtedly useful passive from two nights ago floating into his thoughts. “Would you like to trigger Curiosity over Money?” the prompt had asked. He remembered hesitating, the sixty odd Renn itself not much of an issue but the potential for loss stilling his hand. How do you price a point in tinkering? Sure it was sixty something Renn this time but what happens when he has to burn a few hundred? A few thousand? But, he told himself, this was a problem for future Xenos and not present Xenos! With a quick confirmation, he watched a fourth of his awarded Renn disappear into the system and a single up tick in his tinkering skill appear. What he does for skill points. 

His stomach interrupted his pity party, reminding him loudly that breakfast was necessary and soon. He hurried down into the dining area and ordered the first thing on the menu and water. He tucked himself into a corner to enjoy it, letting his thoughts wander back to the dungeon yesterday. Trash mobs galore man. Level ones, threes, and fives littered the path to the door and that was basically it. The dungeon itself wasn't complicated, just annoyingly packed. And he, Xenos realized,was going to be completely useless. Reloading this rifle took so damn long, the party would have probably wiped a good chunk of enemies off the floor by the time he got out. He pulled out his book as he ate, chewing slower now that the edge of his hunger had been dulled. He started brainstorming, jutting random words that came to mind.

[i]Goblins. Weak. Lots. Mobs. AoE. Magic? Machine gun? Fire?[/i] He lookedat the last word and quickly pulled up the main screen's data base. He was sure he'd seen... Ah! A shit eating grin spread across his face. [b]Grenade[/b] Oh now wasn't that an interesting little thing. Sounds like possibly a grenade launcher might be just what the party needs. Plus some upgrades but he'll work on that later too. Xenos started a to do list on the next page.

[i]Return books to library.
[b][u]GET VOTED INTO THE GUILD.[/u][/b]
Work on creating a grenade launcher.
Upgrade everyone's equipment at least to a +1 if possible.
Actually create grenade launcher. 
Rain death upon those bitches!!!![/i]
 
Content with his plans, he sent a message out to Reylan before sketching a few ideas about a launcher while finishing his food.

[Hider=Reylan PM] Hey boss man, got a few questions for you when you have a chance. Just hit me up when you are free![/hider]

[sub]Summary:
Woke up
HYGENE IS IMPORTANT
Ate
Decided blowing things up is always a good idea
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