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6/8/2016 4:44:14 AM
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"Coming right up then, pick any table" he says with a smile as he walks back to the kitchen.
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[b]She turns, walking back over to a table[/b]
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The sounds of work continue in the kitchen, sizzling and steaming, along with the occasional "Get to it you cuck!" from Lens. The space is void from any other sound. Eleif approaches and takes a seat across on the same table, she places a bowl of what looks like pasta on the table along with a six pack of melon soda. "Help yourself if you want" she says, pointing at the soda. She takes her newsboy cap off her head and takes a forkfull of pasta. "Sho I talked to Shackie" she says with her mouth full.
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[b]She resists the cringe, but her face scrunched a little bit[/b] [i]"And?"[/i]
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She swallows her food. "First and foremost, the meal is on him. I insisted on taking it instead but he said something about being a good host and setting an impression, he does run this place after all" She takes a can of soda and opens it, takes a small sip and sets it back on the table. "Second, he offered some work. Just a simple job in order to get some pay, no strings and no oath required, said it's pay in currency of your choice, some identities, and just maybe a ship. There was some extra emphasis on the maybe though, don't get your hopes too high for that"
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[i]"And what work would that be exactly?"[/i]
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"When I said work, it was plural" She begins. "And of course options are much more various if you don't mind getting in with more, illegitimate work. Let's start from the ground up, what are you good at?"
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[i]"Assault, demolitions, guerrilla warfare, and much more"[/i]
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"A fighter basically, and did you say demolitions?" she asks rhetorically, looking impressed. "With skills like that you could probably handle work in the shores of Jaxen" Lens arrives with a tray of food. The main plate consisted a large steak with seasoning on top, next to it was a pile of diced, steamed potatoes with a scoop of sour cream ontop. With the plate he also puts down a small loaf of garlic bread and a jug of water. As he places down the food he eyes Eleif's bowl of pasta before looking her in the eye. "You know how I feel about outside food in my mess deck" he says. Eleif smiles innocently in response. "I'll order two servings of your finest farfelle next time I come here" "I'll hold you to it" The exchange a smile before Lens walks back behind the counter. "Anyway, I think I got just the thing" she takes a drink of her can again. "How do you feel about footsnatching someone. Oh right you're not in with the argot. That means bringing a troublemaker in alive, we have a board designated to that over at the loungue, but this one in particular has been rather, elusive. Think you can pull it off?"
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Editado por Sardonyx: 6/8/2016 5:21:18 AM[i]"Depends, can't make any promises as to wether he does or not"[/i] [b]She picks up he knife and fork, and begins working at her plate [/b]
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"Either bring him alive or steal from him what he's worth. If that doesn't strike your fancy you could also take a shine-job, that means a job with the sole purpose of making us look good. Transports down in Jaxen are always in need of guns for hire, sounds easy, but sand bandits down there aren't to be taken lightly, there's a reason they're still around"
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[i]"They havnt met me yet then"[/i] [b]She smirks again, taking a bite from the steak[/b]
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"And that settles it then" she says with enthusiasm. "I'll let him know on your job selection and he will set you up accordingly" She places a card on the table. "That's for any equipment you think you'll need, we have a dealer just up the ways and port and has about 500 credits"
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[b]She picks it up, looking the card over[/b] [i]"Yay, piece of plastic that I'll probably treat like a gift card"[/i]
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"Pretty much is" she says. "They'll arm you if need be should you take the job from them, but they use the most basic of arms, we're talking combustion weapons with lead and gunpowder"
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[i]"I've got my own, far better than what they can offer"[/i] [b]She eats a few potatoes, cutting up the steak some more[/b]
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"Now all you need is a ride in that case. You'll be hitching with me then, I'll let you know when everything is set"
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[b]She nods in agreement, returning to her meal[/b]
