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TheMadAsshatter
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STATUS: You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to RPG. 6 yrs ago
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You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to RPG.
7 yrs ago
I've been away for so long. Holy shit.
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I'm done with Guam. I want to get back home, buy an 80s Japanese sports car, and get to tuning.
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Motorcycle is finally street legal. Now I can finally live.
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I'M BACK, BABY!
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@brokndremes I was about to have Nova leave Taija behind. :p
Pizza from Pizza Hut.
Not gonna lie. Only movie of his I've seen is The Great Dictator, and then, like, some bits and pieces of his typical silent movie skits.
Great movie, that was, and I appreciate his work as an entertainer, but I've never really been into his material. I'm sure I would enjoy it if I were to watch it, but why do that when I can play videogames instead?
Great movie, that was, and I appreciate his work as an entertainer, but I've never really been into his material. I'm sure I would enjoy it if I were to watch it, but why do that when I can play videogames instead?
Nova's expression turned to one of satisfaction as Connelly acknowledged his reservations and likewise respected them. "No questions at all. You've got yourself a retriever." He began to turn around and take his leave when a thought occurred to him. Turning back to face Connelly one more time, he added "I know I shouldn't tell you how to do your job, and I'm sure you are already well aware of this, but just in case; speed is of high importance, and I'd advise you make your next few interviews quick, and I'm sure you could do us both a favor in telling them to move quickly if they need anything before leaving. I'll be at the North end of Sector Nine; tell them they can meet me there," he finished, giving the man a nod before turning to leave the room.
On his way out, he noticed a woman standing at the door, no doubt the one referred to over the phone. At first glance, she didn't exactly seem like the type who would be capable of venturing far into the city, much less looking for a cache, but if she was here, Nova figured there had to be more to her than he was seeing. "Don't take too long," he said half-jokingly, flashing her a smile before heading back towards the ground floor. Upon re-entering the reception area, he went back to his locker and retrieved his weapons, taking the time to properly re-attach them to his person and ensuring he was comfortable before heading back out into the streets.
The first thing he did as soon as he was out of the Council Building was head for a food stand to stock up on some food. He had about enough cells to afford a few days worth of food and water; enough to make the round trip, plus a couple of days for good measure. That being said, he headed towards the markets to collect the aforementioned supplies.
"You gotta be kidding me!"
"I'm not."
"That much, just for six cans of soup, six bottles of water, an apple, a potato, and a protein bar? You're serious!?"
"How much longer are you going to bitch at me? Time's money!" Clearly this wasn't the first time the merchant had gotten heat for his prices, and yet the prices remained. And, unfortunately, Nova didn't have time to continue arguing, nor search for another stand with food in as good condition.
Clenching his fists and scoffing, Nova fished out sixty two cells, leaving him with only three leftover. He placed them on the counter and took his food, placing it in a pouch with what he had left and putting it into his backpack. He supposed it was good that he at least got what he was looking for, but it was still costly. Even still, time was of the essence, and Nova picked up the pace, heading towards the northernmost point in Sector Nine. Funny enough, it was the same place he had entered from, and once he was there, he decided to perch himself just next to what was considered the border, propping himself against a building and waiting for the rest of the group.
On his way out, he noticed a woman standing at the door, no doubt the one referred to over the phone. At first glance, she didn't exactly seem like the type who would be capable of venturing far into the city, much less looking for a cache, but if she was here, Nova figured there had to be more to her than he was seeing. "Don't take too long," he said half-jokingly, flashing her a smile before heading back towards the ground floor. Upon re-entering the reception area, he went back to his locker and retrieved his weapons, taking the time to properly re-attach them to his person and ensuring he was comfortable before heading back out into the streets.
The first thing he did as soon as he was out of the Council Building was head for a food stand to stock up on some food. He had about enough cells to afford a few days worth of food and water; enough to make the round trip, plus a couple of days for good measure. That being said, he headed towards the markets to collect the aforementioned supplies.
"You gotta be kidding me!"
"I'm not."
"That much, just for six cans of soup, six bottles of water, an apple, a potato, and a protein bar? You're serious!?"
"How much longer are you going to bitch at me? Time's money!" Clearly this wasn't the first time the merchant had gotten heat for his prices, and yet the prices remained. And, unfortunately, Nova didn't have time to continue arguing, nor search for another stand with food in as good condition.
Clenching his fists and scoffing, Nova fished out sixty two cells, leaving him with only three leftover. He placed them on the counter and took his food, placing it in a pouch with what he had left and putting it into his backpack. He supposed it was good that he at least got what he was looking for, but it was still costly. Even still, time was of the essence, and Nova picked up the pace, heading towards the northernmost point in Sector Nine. Funny enough, it was the same place he had entered from, and once he was there, he decided to perch himself just next to what was considered the border, propping himself against a building and waiting for the rest of the group.
Upon entering Connelly's office, Nova immediately felt the stark professionalism that the man carried himself with. There was some sense of familiarity, and Nova knew that he had probably had dealings with this man at some point before. He took a seat as asked and allowed the councilman to speak his piece. The payout was definitely good; more than enough to keep Nova satisfied for a while. He knew he was probably going to refuse the 250 for gathering intel. He would do the job as asked, but not much more. Get the cache, lay claim to a weapon, get his pay, then go.
Connelly paused for a moment, seemingly fishing for the young man's name. "Nova," he replied. "Nova Viridian."
He leaned back a bit and crossed his arms. "Sounds pretty straightforward. Help one of your men, or possibly just another freelancer through to the cache, and come back with the goods. I'll make sure it's done." He stood up as he said his next words. "I will, however, have you know I'm not interested in your faction war. I understand that you using me to gather information grants Sector Nine plausible deniability if Three finds out, but I'm not going to take that risk, for two reasons. One, I fight for me, myself, and I. With all due respect, I don't want to get involved in your conflict. Two, if they do find out that I was under the employ of Sector Nine, that would no doubt exacerbate the tensions between you two, and that wouldn't be good for anyone."
Nova sat back down before continuing. "That being said, you can rest assured I have no intention of holding out on you, nor on betraying Sector Nine while I'm under your employ. You can keep the 250, plus another 250 to show there are no hard feelings. I hope you understand; I'm not interested in making any enemies." He raised a finger. "I will say, however, that if I happen across someone from Sector Three who gives us a hard time, I'll make every effort to... apprehend them for a time and see what I can figure out."
He returned to a relaxed position. "I know that's probably not exactly what you wanted to hear, but those are my conditions. 3000 cells, and no confrontation with anyone from Sector Three, if it can be helped. If not, then you may very well get what you want."
Nova stood up once more, content that he had made his stance perfectly clear. "Fair deal?" he asked, extending a hand towards Connelly.
Connelly paused for a moment, seemingly fishing for the young man's name. "Nova," he replied. "Nova Viridian."
He leaned back a bit and crossed his arms. "Sounds pretty straightforward. Help one of your men, or possibly just another freelancer through to the cache, and come back with the goods. I'll make sure it's done." He stood up as he said his next words. "I will, however, have you know I'm not interested in your faction war. I understand that you using me to gather information grants Sector Nine plausible deniability if Three finds out, but I'm not going to take that risk, for two reasons. One, I fight for me, myself, and I. With all due respect, I don't want to get involved in your conflict. Two, if they do find out that I was under the employ of Sector Nine, that would no doubt exacerbate the tensions between you two, and that wouldn't be good for anyone."
Nova sat back down before continuing. "That being said, you can rest assured I have no intention of holding out on you, nor on betraying Sector Nine while I'm under your employ. You can keep the 250, plus another 250 to show there are no hard feelings. I hope you understand; I'm not interested in making any enemies." He raised a finger. "I will say, however, that if I happen across someone from Sector Three who gives us a hard time, I'll make every effort to... apprehend them for a time and see what I can figure out."
He returned to a relaxed position. "I know that's probably not exactly what you wanted to hear, but those are my conditions. 3000 cells, and no confrontation with anyone from Sector Three, if it can be helped. If not, then you may very well get what you want."
Nova stood up once more, content that he had made his stance perfectly clear. "Fair deal?" he asked, extending a hand towards Connelly.
I'm sort of tenuously here. Not gonna lie, the fact that those I was sort of collabing with disappeared is as disorienting as it is disheartening. I'd feel bad to just ditch this completely as a result, so I'll see what I can come up with to get back on track.
The city was certainly an odd place. If one took a moment to think about it, it wasn't hard to believe that anything was possible. Even according to stories told about the world before the city took ownership of it, it seemed anything was possible. Only now, that possibility seems to have been realized. If a city block can be one thing in one hour, and something completely different the next, and creatures could spawn from it's bowels with the ability to manipulate human minds, in addition to the laws of nature, then truly anything was possible.
It was these types of thoughts that made Nova feel, while not hopeful or optimistic, content. He knew that the city would never run out of surprises, and in a weird way, that was the only thing constant about it. It was also these types of thoughts that he tried to push aside while he continued scrubbing carbon buildup from one of his pistols. The brass brush was doing it's job well, and with the help of some solvent and oil, the black imperfections scraped off of the inside of the slide without much trouble. After a few more moments, Nova inspected the parts of the silenced pistol for any more rough spots. He had spent almost 15 minutes cleaning it before finding the cleanliness and smoothness of the firearm to be at an acceptable standard.
That having been done, Nova oiled up some of the moving parts and contact surfaces before reassembling the handgun. He had left the integral suppressor alone, mostly because it was a pain in the ass to clean, but also because it wasn't really necessary just yet. He just liked to keep the moving parts in order. He slid the barrel pieces back in place before replacing the slide and screwing the forward part of the suppressor back onto the main body of the barrel. He locked all of the parts together by pressing the trigger guard back into place and giving the slide a solid yank to make sure everything worked properly. With a satisfying *chak*, the action cycled without any issues, provoking an upwards quirk on one corner of Nova's mouth.
A particularly loud outburst from the North prompted Nova to look up and observe the city's new look. Even in the few minutes it had taken him to buff his pistol, he didn't recognize half of the skyline. He could even perceive some movement amongst the many skyscrapers in the distance, still shifting ever so slightly. The city was experiencing a particularly strong perturbation today; usually a good indication that a large cache had opened up somewhere. He scanned the skyline and spotted the epicenter several kilometers away, noting the abnormal look the surrounding sky had taken. Regardless of the fact that he was close enough to Sector Nine to not be in severe danger, he wasn't about to take any chances with the city shifting as dramatically as it was. Reluctantly, he holstered his pistol and gathered his things before leaving the roof of the small three story apartment building. Sector Nine was only about half a kilometer away, and Nova planned on covering that distance as quickly as possible.
The bustling streets within Sector Nine were abuzz with rumors about many things; chief among which was the possible impending war with Sector Three. Even for someone who strayed from civilization most of the time, Nova at least knew about the rising tensions between the two sectors. They were essentially opposites in terms of ideals, and with the occasional skirmish breaking out between their hunters it was no surprise that war was in the forefront of peoples' minds.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing he picked up on as he sauntered about the city. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't the only one who saw the new cache open up, and as he passed by a group of people whom he presumed to be a part of the Sector's administration, he thought he heard mention of them being short on "retrievers". It crossed his mind that money and supplies had been tight as of late, at least for Nova. Cache hunting wasn't exactly in his usual line of work, but it would undoubtedly yield some good benefits. Plus, with how active the city was lately, the likelihood of him meeting someone brave enough to traverse it currently was low. Perhaps this was his best option as of right now.
He decided to head towards the Council Building, hoping someone could point him in the right direction. It didn't take long to find the towering structure, and upon entering he was greeted by a jaded "Who the hell are you?" from the receptionist.
"Just a guy looking for a job. Got anything?"
"A job?" the receptionist replied. "We talking full time, or just a one-off, or what?"
"Probably a one-time thing. I heard you were short on retrievers. I figured you might need some extra hands to help with that shiny new cache that opened up."
"Mmmm," the man behind the desk grunted, reaching for the phone. "Well, you're not wrong. I'll let someone know you're here. In the meantime, take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chairs lining the walls. Nova casually sat in one of the chairs, adjusting his gear as he did so. The sawed off shotgun that was belted to the small of his back was the biggest discomfort that he had to compensate for, but that wasn't saying much. A small adjustment made it a nonissue.
"Yo Jonesy, what's up?... Yeah, there's this skinny dude down here looking for work; retrieval, most likely. Should I send him up?... Alright, will do... Yeah, I know, I'll tell him." The receptionist put down the phone and addressed Nova. "Alright, so you're gonna head up those stairs and talk to a guy named Connelly. Make sure you leave any weapons you have in one of those lockers before going up. Take the key with you, grab your things on the way out, yadda, yadda. Got it?"
"Of course," Nova replied. He walked over to one of the unused lockers and opened it up, placing his shotgun and two pistols inside before locking it up and heading for the stairs.
It was these types of thoughts that made Nova feel, while not hopeful or optimistic, content. He knew that the city would never run out of surprises, and in a weird way, that was the only thing constant about it. It was also these types of thoughts that he tried to push aside while he continued scrubbing carbon buildup from one of his pistols. The brass brush was doing it's job well, and with the help of some solvent and oil, the black imperfections scraped off of the inside of the slide without much trouble. After a few more moments, Nova inspected the parts of the silenced pistol for any more rough spots. He had spent almost 15 minutes cleaning it before finding the cleanliness and smoothness of the firearm to be at an acceptable standard.
That having been done, Nova oiled up some of the moving parts and contact surfaces before reassembling the handgun. He had left the integral suppressor alone, mostly because it was a pain in the ass to clean, but also because it wasn't really necessary just yet. He just liked to keep the moving parts in order. He slid the barrel pieces back in place before replacing the slide and screwing the forward part of the suppressor back onto the main body of the barrel. He locked all of the parts together by pressing the trigger guard back into place and giving the slide a solid yank to make sure everything worked properly. With a satisfying *chak*, the action cycled without any issues, provoking an upwards quirk on one corner of Nova's mouth.
A particularly loud outburst from the North prompted Nova to look up and observe the city's new look. Even in the few minutes it had taken him to buff his pistol, he didn't recognize half of the skyline. He could even perceive some movement amongst the many skyscrapers in the distance, still shifting ever so slightly. The city was experiencing a particularly strong perturbation today; usually a good indication that a large cache had opened up somewhere. He scanned the skyline and spotted the epicenter several kilometers away, noting the abnormal look the surrounding sky had taken. Regardless of the fact that he was close enough to Sector Nine to not be in severe danger, he wasn't about to take any chances with the city shifting as dramatically as it was. Reluctantly, he holstered his pistol and gathered his things before leaving the roof of the small three story apartment building. Sector Nine was only about half a kilometer away, and Nova planned on covering that distance as quickly as possible.
The bustling streets within Sector Nine were abuzz with rumors about many things; chief among which was the possible impending war with Sector Three. Even for someone who strayed from civilization most of the time, Nova at least knew about the rising tensions between the two sectors. They were essentially opposites in terms of ideals, and with the occasional skirmish breaking out between their hunters it was no surprise that war was in the forefront of peoples' minds.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing he picked up on as he sauntered about the city. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't the only one who saw the new cache open up, and as he passed by a group of people whom he presumed to be a part of the Sector's administration, he thought he heard mention of them being short on "retrievers". It crossed his mind that money and supplies had been tight as of late, at least for Nova. Cache hunting wasn't exactly in his usual line of work, but it would undoubtedly yield some good benefits. Plus, with how active the city was lately, the likelihood of him meeting someone brave enough to traverse it currently was low. Perhaps this was his best option as of right now.
He decided to head towards the Council Building, hoping someone could point him in the right direction. It didn't take long to find the towering structure, and upon entering he was greeted by a jaded "Who the hell are you?" from the receptionist.
"Just a guy looking for a job. Got anything?"
"A job?" the receptionist replied. "We talking full time, or just a one-off, or what?"
"Probably a one-time thing. I heard you were short on retrievers. I figured you might need some extra hands to help with that shiny new cache that opened up."
"Mmmm," the man behind the desk grunted, reaching for the phone. "Well, you're not wrong. I'll let someone know you're here. In the meantime, take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chairs lining the walls. Nova casually sat in one of the chairs, adjusting his gear as he did so. The sawed off shotgun that was belted to the small of his back was the biggest discomfort that he had to compensate for, but that wasn't saying much. A small adjustment made it a nonissue.
"Yo Jonesy, what's up?... Yeah, there's this skinny dude down here looking for work; retrieval, most likely. Should I send him up?... Alright, will do... Yeah, I know, I'll tell him." The receptionist put down the phone and addressed Nova. "Alright, so you're gonna head up those stairs and talk to a guy named Connelly. Make sure you leave any weapons you have in one of those lockers before going up. Take the key with you, grab your things on the way out, yadda, yadda. Got it?"
"Of course," Nova replied. He walked over to one of the unused lockers and opened it up, placing his shotgun and two pistols inside before locking it up and heading for the stairs.
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