Heh. Hehheh. HehehHAHAHA!
Plans, I have, yes. Good plans! Read!
(Incidentally, I'd be curious to hear what voice y'all read Daimler in, just to know if I've got him right.)
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When I walked back into the bounty office, Daimler was sitting behind the desk, his chair leaned back and his legs propped up on the desk. He heard the door bell, gave me a brief glance, and went back to his video... only to snap back in a classic double-take a second later. Then he noticed Lada, unconscious and disarmed, floating in behind me, and bolted out of his chair.
"How did you- are you okay?! Did she hurt you?"
I smirked. "Nope. Not a scratch this time."
Daimler looked me over, visibly skeptical. "You expect me to believe that? Three months ago, she cut your freakin' arm off... and now you go off and take her down, BY YOURSELF, without getting hurt? Riiiiiiiiight."
Oh, ye of little faith. "Hardly." Daimler smiled triumphantly; before he could say anything, I cut him off. "She had four thugs with her at the time."
Ahh, mood whiplash. How entertaining... but I really should just cut this whole discussion off."Look, you might not believe me, but do you believe your own eyes?" I derezzed my jacket and most of my pants, leaving me in a white undershirt and yellow cutoffs; that done, I proceeded
to do a slow turn in front of him, before refreshing my jacket back to standard, and quirking an eyebrow. "There. Now do you believe me?"
Daimler thought about it for a second... and then gave me a lopsided grin. "Kid, I've gotta hand it to you. You've sold me!" He waved me forward. "Now let's get Sleeping Beauty there processed, and you can tell me all about it over paperwork. Did you-"
I smiled, and upended my pouch onto Daimler's desk. Lada's assorted knickknacks tumbled out, forming a loose pile of sharp edges and addictive substances.
Daimler closed his mouth in mid-sentence. "...looks like you did. Still, I'll need to give her another check- just to be sure, you understand."
I chuckled. "Totally understandable. This was my first time doing a search, anyway- I'm sure I missed something."
That got me a short laugh. "Smart of ya, kid. Right- bring her over here, and I'll walk you through it."
I blinked, looking in shock at the small pile of stuff we'd made on the desk. How was she hiding THAT MANY things on her?! I mean, I KNOW how- I just saw it- but still!"You did good, kid." Daimler came up behind me, putting one hand on my shoulder. I'd heard him coming, so I barely flinched. "You caught all the real dangerous stuff... s'not bad for a first try." I managed to stifle a snort- if they can still kill you, you didn't do it well enough!- at that. "Go on- take her to a cell. I'll get the paperwork ready."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Plans, I have, yes. Good plans! Read!
(Incidentally, I'd be curious to hear what voice y'all read Daimler in, just to know if I've got him right.)
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When I walked back into the bounty office, Daimler was sitting behind the desk, his chair leaned back and his legs propped up on the desk. He heard the door bell, gave me a brief glance, and went back to his video... only to snap back in a classic double-take a second later. Then he noticed Lada, unconscious and disarmed, floating in behind me, and bolted out of his chair.
"How did you- are you okay?! Did she hurt you?"
I smirked. "Nope. Not a scratch this time."
Daimler looked me over, visibly skeptical. "You expect me to believe that? Three months ago, she cut your freakin' arm off... and now you go off and take her down, BY YOURSELF, without getting hurt? Riiiiiiiiight."
Oh, ye of little faith. "Hardly." Daimler smiled triumphantly; before he could say anything, I cut him off. "She had four thugs with her at the time."
Ahh, mood whiplash. How entertaining... but I really should just cut this whole discussion off."Look, you might not believe me, but do you believe your own eyes?" I derezzed my jacket and most of my pants, leaving me in a white undershirt and yellow cutoffs; that done, I proceeded
to do a slow turn in front of him, before refreshing my jacket back to standard, and quirking an eyebrow. "There. Now do you believe me?"
Daimler thought about it for a second... and then gave me a lopsided grin. "Kid, I've gotta hand it to you. You've sold me!" He waved me forward. "Now let's get Sleeping Beauty there processed, and you can tell me all about it over paperwork. Did you-"
I smiled, and upended my pouch onto Daimler's desk. Lada's assorted knickknacks tumbled out, forming a loose pile of sharp edges and addictive substances.
Daimler closed his mouth in mid-sentence. "...looks like you did. Still, I'll need to give her another check- just to be sure, you understand."
I chuckled. "Totally understandable. This was my first time doing a search, anyway- I'm sure I missed something."
That got me a short laugh. "Smart of ya, kid. Right- bring her over here, and I'll walk you through it."
I blinked, looking in shock at the small pile of stuff we'd made on the desk. How was she hiding THAT MANY things on her?! I mean, I KNOW how- I just saw it- but still!"You did good, kid." Daimler came up behind me, putting one hand on my shoulder. I'd heard him coming, so I barely flinched. "You caught all the real dangerous stuff... s'not bad for a first try." I managed to stifle a snort- if they can still kill you, you didn't do it well enough!- at that. "Go on- take her to a cell. I'll get the paperwork ready."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.