Falk Gatt (
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mayfield_rpg2012-03-19 07:53 pm
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Chapter 10: Greenill Section ID Day?
[See that six-foot android covered head to toe in some sort of armor, going about his business?]
[He's not wearing green. At all.]
[Try to pinch him. Go on, try it.]
[That same android now seems to have a couple of drones following him, even hanging on to him, desperately trying to pinch him—on the hard, armored parts of his body. Suffice to say, they're not having much luck—and the android looks a little annoyed as he tries to brush some of the drones off of him.]
What in th' hell are ya'll on about?
[Gat's noticed the sizable amount of patrons heading toward the tavern, both droned and undroned alike. Curious, he's come to the tavern himself, though judging from the way he carries himself and rubs the back of his helmeted head as he scans the tavern
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I know there's a few engineers in town. If'n you're thinkin' about doin' it, you could ask 'em for help.
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[Though given his personality, whatever ride ideas he has will be based on rule of cool, with not consideration toward physical plausibility or safety.]
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Th' other one, you'll need to ask for 'em on th' phone. I ain't had a chance to meet th' fella an' I wasn't given an address, but he was recommended to me—name's Quinn. I was told he's really good with technology an' would be capable of comin' up with substitutes for th' equipment I'm missin'.
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Alright. I'll give them a call and see if we can get anything started.
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