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asgardgenesis2019-08-21 07:28 pm
machinamentum) wrote in asgardgenesis2019-08-21 07:28 pm
video;
[ Tap. Tap, tap. There's her face, squinting into the screen as she gets the thing working. Then pulls back a little bit further to get comfortable. Eyes green and bright, smile that bright side of manic. Beaming excitedly, though.
She's determined to carry on, in that way particularly determined 20 year olds who haven't worked out they're mortal always are. ] Is this thing working? Eesh, this is slower than my mom's old cleaning droid. Hellllllllo.
Well, whatever. Look - here's the thing. This place sucks, it's got no tech, no robots, no guns. Next you'll be telling me people don't know what cars are. Guess that means no Vault Hunters either. So here's the deal:
You hire me. I kill stuff for you. I don't charge extra for severed limb collection or trophy collection either. If you need a group of bandits or something, slaughtered, I even do group discounts. Easy, right?
I accept payments in: [ She counts them off on her fingers. Which she has to double up because her robotic arm only has three fingers and a thumb on that hand. ] Money, duh. Weapons. The promise that the person will die in a really cool way if I explode their head. Severed limbs. Dangerous and unknown elements or ores. Ammunition. Unused organs if you're really stuck. Doctors always want those. Robotic parts. Especially the robotic parts.
My reference is that guy Rhys. Tall dude. Nerdy. Weird tie. He comes from our planet, Pandora. He's seen my wanted posters, knows all the stories, he can vouch for my reputation. I get the job done, full satisfaction guarantee, if it breathes, I can kill it, maim it, or steal from it.
You betray me to a shitty job though, that's a free for all. I'll take the money out of your corpse. Cool? Cool.
Oh, and I'm Gaige. Sup! [ She finger guns the screen, and kills the feed. ]
She's determined to carry on, in that way particularly determined 20 year olds who haven't worked out they're mortal always are. ] Is this thing working? Eesh, this is slower than my mom's old cleaning droid. Hellllllllo.
Well, whatever. Look - here's the thing. This place sucks, it's got no tech, no robots, no guns. Next you'll be telling me people don't know what cars are. Guess that means no Vault Hunters either. So here's the deal:
You hire me. I kill stuff for you. I don't charge extra for severed limb collection or trophy collection either. If you need a group of bandits or something, slaughtered, I even do group discounts. Easy, right?
I accept payments in: [ She counts them off on her fingers. Which she has to double up because her robotic arm only has three fingers and a thumb on that hand. ] Money, duh. Weapons. The promise that the person will die in a really cool way if I explode their head. Severed limbs. Dangerous and unknown elements or ores. Ammunition. Unused organs if you're really stuck. Doctors always want those. Robotic parts. Especially the robotic parts.
My reference is that guy Rhys. Tall dude. Nerdy. Weird tie. He comes from our planet, Pandora. He's seen my wanted posters, knows all the stories, he can vouch for my reputation. I get the job done, full satisfaction guarantee, if it breathes, I can kill it, maim it, or steal from it.
You betray me to a shitty job though, that's a free for all. I'll take the money out of your corpse. Cool? Cool.
Oh, and I'm Gaige. Sup! [ She finger guns the screen, and kills the feed. ]