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Great! Glad to have you on board, sport. I was going to save my chomper for a rainy day, but it looks like we're getting an unexpected rain shower tonight!
Haha, I like how cartoonish the Hosts look, Ms. Bombshell.
But that aside, I can help you with medical supplies and light bulbs and toiletries. The hospital I'm staying at has a lot of that. In return, could you maybe fix some of the broken vending machines? There are old probably-expired snacks that I want in them.
The Uglies would look better if they didn't try to eat us. I get it!!! Animals gotta eat, and they're just following their instincts, but a human smorgasbord shouldn't be their first choice.
I can do that, and I can make it talk to you too. How about it?
[ The Murmur picks up on the flush of warm approval from Sharon. ]
How many tunnels are you blowing? Just one? [ Because she's pro-blow them up—save for a handful of entrances in case more Vessels show up underground. ]
I mean, it might not be a bad plan to blow more tunnels. We could keep a few entrances open in case more Vessels arrive underground, but blow the rest. It might make our lives easier if there’s another Blood Moon.
[ he's got a bad feeling about this. he wants to say something, but she wouldn't listen even on a good day between them, and it's not like in theory it's a terrible idea, so ... ]
Cigarettes and nail polish, if you want them. Can even pick your shades of pink and blue.
I'll trade you the items as a consulting fee, since I imagine it will cost a lot more than that if I pull the trigger.
How much effort is some kind of weapons security system to shoot any stupid hosts that try to break my wall? Is it even feasible here with what we have?
[ even though she's saying she's going to blow up the tunnels he's kind of figuring it's better to be prepared as repairing a wall is harder here with their supplies and equipment. ]
From the sounds of it, looks like you're the closest thing I've got to a medic here. You got a sense of charity, or do I have to start stockpiling goods for when I take a hit for the team?
[ perplexity oozes through their murmur connection, but then all the pieces snapped into place. this individual must be a golem, or at least, something like one. and if he was from piltover, she'd probably tell him to take a hike, given her father wants the zaunties to take care of their own and piltover should take care of themselves. but he isn't so... ]
Are you missing any organ parts, Bolts? Whaddya need?
[It's clear even without the Murmur that he isn't at the 'Nest. It's a frequent occurrence; when the hours bleed into one another, and he's gone somewhere with only a brief note and the occasional can of shelf-stable juice left behind.]
[This time, he's up high. There's a sensation of air, a chill, then a crackle followed by the feeling of a burn pleasantly sinking in his chest.]
Already out, so let me know if you're lookin' for something in particular. [And maybe by now, she can read between the lines. Whatever she wants: that's the deal. Avarice will take care of what's his, after all.]
[Greed shoves away something (heavy, thick, weighted) before pitching what's left of his cigarette against a wall.] Got big plans, Bluebird? [He says - his grin crisp, clear, and full of teeth.] Eh, just try not to make it too messy, huh?
But if you've got the time, one of the brakers in the basement looks like it might work. Now that we've got some sort of power and all, think you can use that talent of yours?
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[Someone had spent a good chunk of time running from Hosts because of something that happened underground. He wasn't fond of that experience.]
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Paying taxes to the lady in charge doesn't even guarantee anything- we need to send a message!
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But that aside, I can help you with medical supplies and light bulbs and toiletries. The hospital I'm staying at has a lot of that. In return, could you maybe fix some of the broken vending machines? There are old probably-expired snacks that I want in them.
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I can do that, and I can make it talk to you too. How about it?
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cw: drug ref/joke
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cw: hard drugs are certainly bad. don't listen to this character
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How many tunnels are you blowing? Just one? [ Because she's pro-blow them up—save for a handful of entrances in case more Vessels show up underground. ]
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I mean, it might not be a bad plan to blow more tunnels. We could keep a few entrances open in case more Vessels arrive underground, but blow the rest. It might make our lives easier if there’s another Blood Moon.
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Cigarettes and nail polish, if you want them. Can even pick your shades of pink and blue.
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Okay, fine, shoot. Who's the subject?
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I'll trade you the items as a consulting fee, since I imagine it will cost a lot more than that if I pull the trigger.
How much effort is some kind of weapons security system to shoot any stupid hosts that try to break my wall? Is it even feasible here with what we have?
[ even though she's saying she's going to blow up the tunnels he's kind of figuring it's better to be prepared as repairing a wall is harder here with their supplies and equipment. ]
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the 'blow it up later' seems too important to be in the corner like that, but he approves! )
You got enough to blow up everything down there?
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But, uh. Where'd ya get the stuff to do that in the first place?
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[ Don't ask him how he knows this. Or do. ]
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[ except silco being a workaholic annoyed her from time to time. ]
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From the sounds of it, looks like you're the closest thing I've got to a medic here. You got a sense of charity, or do I have to start stockpiling goods for when I take a hit for the team?
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Are you missing any organ parts, Bolts? Whaddya need?
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[This time, he's up high. There's a sensation of air, a chill, then a crackle followed by the feeling of a burn pleasantly sinking in his chest.]
Already out, so let me know if you're lookin' for something in particular. [And maybe by now, she can read between the lines. Whatever she wants: that's the deal. Avarice will take care of what's his, after all.]
[Greed shoves away something (heavy, thick, weighted) before pitching what's left of his cigarette against a wall.] Got big plans, Bluebird? [He says - his grin crisp, clear, and full of teeth.] Eh, just try not to make it too messy, huh?
But if you've got the time, one of the brakers in the basement looks like it might work. Now that we've got some sort of power and all, think you can use that talent of yours?
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Looks like I was right after all! I knew you losers would be begging for my help.
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