Why do Poker Dealers Wear Green Visors? – Poker Fortress

I cannot find a picture/painting of any dog, including Droopy, wearing a green bank teller/dealers visor.

I can't find a picture of Tom or Jerry in that visor either. I can't find any parodies/versions of the Dogs Playing Cards painting that has one of those visors anywhere in it. This could be a residue wipe efficiency test!
Edit: Googling Casino Dealer Bulldog brings up a picture of exactly that, but it's not at all what I'm talking about. Also, Cuphead had a skeleton dog wearing a casino dealer hat. I'm looking for any cartoon casino visors at this point.
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I remember seeing Droopy (cartoon dog), Tom and/or Jerry, and one of the dogs in the famous 'Dogs play cards' painting wearing a green casino dealer visor

But I can't find any pictures reflecting the memory. I see a white dog in a green visor playing pool, but that is definitely not what I'm referring to.
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Blackjack and Hookers

It's a rather cold and silent night at Beacon. With the heat wave gone, the weather has picked back up no its normal, freezing, temperatures, and most of the students have chosen to stay in, Corr included. Itching for something to do, he does the unthinkable... He decides to message some of his friends.
"Hey guys. Anyone up for a little blackjack? If you guys are, I'll be in the community lounge on the south side of the building. You can bring friends if you want.
After he's sent the message, he grabs a deck of cards, and ridiculous green casino visor, and leaves the KNTC dorm, killing the lights on his way out.
[Closed Event for Ginger, Jax, Olivine, Mori, L'Gel and Doe]
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Why are accountants and casino dealers frequently portrayed wearing green visors?

I always wondered this.
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JonTron if he shaved and worked at a casino and wore Geordi's visor from Star Trek: Next Generation and spoke to some Mario-looking dude and was just not in a great mood despite his smile.

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Drunk and wearing Mr. Potatoehead's visor again I see. Don't tell me you've been at the casino again!

Drunk and wearing Mr. Potatoehead's visor again I see. Don't tell me you've been at the casino again! submitted by LyrJet to dogswearinghats [link] [comments]

Why in old movies are people such as bankers, casino dealers and accountants often depicted wearing translucent green visors?

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An Overly Long Fanmade Ace Attorney 7: Echoes of Discord Pitch: Episode 1. Possible spoilers for all main games (AA1-6)

Hey, everyone! Over the past few weeks, I've been making up a plotline that I think would fit for the inevitable Ace Attorney 7, whenever it releases. As of right now, I only have Episode 1 fully plotted out, but I'll put some of my ideas for the other cases at the end of the post as an author's note, of sorts. Considering how much I wrote for the tutorial case alone, I don't know if I'll ever continue this project, because Case 2, a case with 2 investigations and 2 trials, would basically be 4 times the length of this case, and I don't know if I have the talent to write a compelling mystery that would do a case of that length justice.
The overall concept of the game would be to focus mainly on Athena and Phoenix, and it would involve Phoenix attempting to institute the Jurist System while Athena would have to deal with the Phantom's organization and her past at the Cosmos Space Center and in university. The lawyer-case distribution would be as follows: Phoenix gets 7-1 (tutorial) and 7-4 (filler), Athena would get 7-2, 7-3, and 7-5, which would all be plot relevant, and Apollo would get a Rise from the Ashes style case in Khura'in, which would be unlocked after completing the game instead of being offered as a DLC case.
As this is my ideal version of Ace Attorney 7, I've taken some liberties that the writers at Capcom might not do, as I've taken the Payne brothers out of the main story entirely, but they'll still be in the game in the Phoenix Wright: Asinine Attorney case, which is unlocked after beating the tutorial case. Also, a beloved character from the original trilogy is the victim of the first case of the game, which might be controversial. But I think that the story will be overall more compelling with the changes that I've made, so without further ado, here's the first episode of Ace Attorney: Echoes of Discord!
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Episode 1: Turnabout Terror
Date: Late March 2029
Location: Skye Detective Agency
Defendant: Ema Skye
Attorney: Phoenix Wright
Co-Counsel: Athena Cykes
Synopsis: Nine months have passed since the revolution in Khura’in, and after many deliberations, Phoenix has finally regained the trust of the legal system of LA and instituted the Jurist System, which has now been slightly modified since the events of Apollo Justice, the biggest change being the fact that the jurors are present in the court room, like in DGS.
For the first official case under the Jurist System, Phoenix is defending Ema Skye, who has been accused of murdering her older sister, Lana Skye, at the Skye Detective Agency. Ema had been working a case abroad in Khura’in, and as soon as she returned to the US, she went to visit her sister, who became a private investigator after losing faith in the justice system because of Phoenix’s disbarment and the UR-1 incident. When Ema entered the office however, she found her sister dead from an apparent poisoning. Desperate to find out who did it, she dusted the entire scene for fingerprints, not even thinking about preserving the scene. But while she was in the middle of her forensic investigation, Lana’s co-worker, Elias Coggs (Age ???) walked in on her, and contacted the police. When the officers arrived, it was discovered that Lana ingested some Atroquinine poison from her cup of tea, and since it hadn’t been manufactured in the country for two years, Ema became the prime suspect, since she just came back from Khura’in.
In the defendant lobby, Phoenix and Athena are discussing the case with Ema, and she claims that her own fingerprints were found on the bottle of poison, to which Athena and Phoenix are shocked. But she rationalizes that she must have touched the bottle when she was in a state of panic while investigating the crime scene. In the middle of their discussion, Juniper Woods enters the lobby, and she explains to Athena and Phoenix that she will be the forewoman of the jury today. She is nervous, but she’s also treating this as her first official trial experience for when she becomes a judge herself. She gives Phoenix and Athena a newspaper article that is advertising the current trial, saying that she had a hunch that they’d need it. The bailiffs call for the trial to start, and Ema mutters under her breath that the “glimmerous fop” is going to make a spectacle of her sister’s murder.
The trial begins, and Klavier Gavin is revealed to be the prosecutor in charge of this case. He reveals that he’d decided to take the case due to the recent shortage of prosecutors due to the Paynes and others being fired for their incompetence and corruption by Miles Edgeworth. He displays remorse over being the reason why Phoenix lost his badge seven years ago but says that he’s still fired up for a rematch. The judge introduces the 5 jurors for the trial, who are Juniper Woods (No. 1), a male reporter from the Reality News Network (No. 2), Delicia Scones (No. 3), a female computer programmer from Blue Screens Inc. (No. 4), and a young butler resembling Shelly de Killer (No. 5). The judge then admits that he hasn’t studied up on how the reformed jurist system works, and asks Phoenix if he could give him a refresher on how the trial would work, which would serve as the tutorial for the case.
Klavier calls Ema to the stand as his first witness, and she reluctantly agrees to testify about what happened on that day. She has a press-all testimony, which is pretty much identical to what she told Phoenix and Athena in the lobby, but after the testimony ends, the jury goes into a panic because all of them, minus Juniper, are convinced of Ema’s guilt. Athena becomes overwhelmed from the discord from all the jurors’ hearts, and this is where the new trial gameplay mechanic, Discordant Reasoning, is introduced. This would be similar to the Panic Debate from Danganronpa V3, where you have to pick out the statement out of the 5 jurors that’s causing the discord, based on reading their emotions like in the Mood Matrix. The Mood Matrix has now been relegated to investigations because of reasons pertaining to the main prosecutor of the game, and now works similarly to Logic Chess from Investigations 2. After presenting the article that Juniper gave them to the juror that caused the discord, the reporter from the Reality News Network, Ema resumes her testimony.
She assumes that her sister’s killer had recently fled the scene, since she had recently succumbed to the poison when she arrived at the crime scene, but Phoenix points out that the killer could’ve left way earlier, since Atroquinine is a slow acting poison. Ema then gets emotional, saying that she got so caught up in the moment seeing her sister dead that she couldn’t perform a proper investigation into her death. She is overcome by remorse due to the knowledge that she never would’ve been quick enough to stop her sister’s killer. She outright blames Klavier for what happened, saying that if he hadn’t accused Phoenix of forging evidence nine years ago, then Lana wouldn’t have lost faith in the court system, which wouldn’t have lead to her becoming a P.I. after getting out of prison.
Klavier reassures Ema, asking her if she knows the real reason why he took the trial. It turns out, he was certain of her innocence from the beginning, and intended to use the common sense of the Jurist System to prove her innocence. He says that he understands why she might feel the way she does about him, but the show must go on, and the only way the truth will ever be reached is if the defendant tells everything that they know, even if it’s just a hunch. With newfound courage, Ema posits that there might be a clue in Lana’s files on her computer, as Lana had confided in her that she’d been performing an investigation on a high-profile case the last time they saw each other. Luckily for them, Elias Coggs had already looked through Lana’s files and emails, and was waiting in the lobby to testify.
Klavier excuses Ema from the stand for the time being, and calls Elias Coggs to the stand. He appears to be a middle-aged man with a mechanical prosthetic arm, leg, and eye, giving him the appearance of a cyborg. Klavier asks Coggs to state his name and occupation, and he complies, but when probed about his past, he states that it’s classified information. He was put into the Witness Protection Program a long time ago after an incident involving his accident, and can’t disclose anything about his past that isn’t related to the case.
His testimony begins, and he states that on Lana’s computer, he found that on the day of the incident, she had been exchanging emails with two different people. The first being Connie Scout (Age 29), her most recent client, and the second being Phoebe Coronus (Age 41), an old friend of hers from overseas. After probing into his testimony, he admits that the case that Lana was investigating was an international affair, and that Coronus was helping her in the investigation. He also reveals that it appears that a USB was stolen from Lana’s office, but again, he cannot reveal its contents.
Suspicions are raised immediately on Coggs, but Klavier verifies that he had an alibi, as he had been at his doctor’s office all afternoon. As Coronus is still in Europe, it becomes evident that the prime suspect for the murder has to be Connie Scout, who is a computer science major at Ivy University. The judge calls for a 30 minute recess, but right before it begins, Coggs requests that Phoenix and Athena get to the bottom of Lana’s death, as the case at hand means a lot to him.
During the recess, Ema apologizes for her outburst in court, and explains the case that Lana, Coronus and Coggs were investigating in more detail. Apparently, the organization they were looking into was an international spy ring that had previously mainly been involved in various acts of cyberterrorism, but she reveals that it was actually the very same organization that sent the Phantom over during the UR-1 Incident nine years ago. Athena is shocked, as she recounts how that was the same organization that killed her mother and caused the incident at the Cosmos Space Center two years ago. Ema is surprised to hear this, as Lana hadn’t informed her of the exact details of the case, and she realizes it was probably out of fear that she herself would become a target of the organization.
Suddenly, Trucy Wright appears in the defendant lobby with two important pieces of evidence retrieved from Miles Edgeworth, a report of a supposed smuggling of contraband into the country and a breach of cybersecurity at the Criminal Affairs Department. Trucy questions how these pieces of evidence pertain to the case at hand, but Phoenix and Athena clearly have a suspect in mind. The bailiffs announce that the recess is over, and Trucy says that she’ll be watching the trial from the gallery.
Court reconvenes, and Klavier calls Connie to the stand. She has a visor over her face and has orange dyed hair like Athena, but otherwise she has the appearance of a normal university student. She introduces herself as a foreign exchange student from Borginia, and explains that Connie Scout was the name she chose for herself when she came to study from abroad. Klavier asks her how she knew the defendant, to which she responds that she met her at a Forensics Investigation Seminar that was being held at the University a month ago, along with Ema Skye. While she was there, she was given a luminol bottle from Ema as a gift for attending it. Afterward, she asked Lana Skye to investigate a crime of her own, though she doesn’t reveal what it is.
Throughout her testimony, her lies are exposed, and she becomes the prime suspect for the breach of cybersecurity at Criminal Affairs and the murder of Lana Skye. Phoenix argues that it would’ve been feasible for Scout to have been the one who had the poison smuggled into the country. But the final contradiction in the case is how Ema’s fingerprints managed to get on the bottle of Atroquinine.
The thought route begins, and after deducing that she had likely been a part of the Phantom’s organization, that she was likely the one who hacked into the Criminal Affairs Department, and considering her meeting with Ema and Lana one month ago, it becomes apparent that she could’ve obtained the fingerprints off of the luminol bottle and modified the fingerprints on the bottle of poison to look like Ema’s using the information obtained from her hacking of the Criminal Affairs Department, just like how the Phantom had framed Athena at the Space Center two years prior.
Connie then confesses everything. She had been a member of the Phantom’s organization, and she had been attempting to erase as many traces of her organization’s crimes that she could. Her only reason for attending the seminar one month ago was to get some info on Lana Skye, so that she could trail her and learn everything that she knew about her own organization. She arranged for a meeting to discuss a possible case for Lana to take on, but that was all a farce-what she really wanted was the USB Lana had in her possession. When she wasn’t looking, she slipped the poison into Lana’s tea, and left the scene after stealing what she needed. When probed about the USB, she says that she already passed it on to another member of the organization.
With the suspect having confessed, Klavier calls Ema back to the stand. He and Ema have a conversation, and while Ema is still annoyed by his carefree attitude, she acknowledges that she would’ve been found guilty if Klavier hadn’t given her the opportunity to speak, and thanks him for his help. The judge then pronounces Ema not guilty.
In the defendant lobby, Ema thanks Phoenix and Athena for defending her, and they’re soon joined by Klavier and Trucy. Ema, while thankful that the gang found her innocent, is still understandably traumatized over her sister’s death. She expresses doubts about her career choice, considering she never imagined she’d have to investigate her own sister’s body, and she’s now considering leaving her position permanently.
Phoenix presents her the luminol bottle that she gave to Scout, and asks her to remember when she began to take an interest in forensics. After recounting how her sister had given her a forensics investigations book when she was young, and briefly referencing the events of Rise from the Ashes, Phoenix reminds her of all of the strides she’s made since then, and all of the times she’s helped the Wright Anything Agency solve cases in the past thanks to her impeccable forensics work. He then reminds her that he had to deal with many bumps in the road himself throughout his career as an attorney, and that he had to learn some lessons that changed his outlook on the legal system. He encourages her to follow her own path in life, but reminds her that he and Athena would greatly miss having her around to help solve cases. Ema, moved by Phoenix’s speech, thanks him for the kind words.
Trucy then brings up one last thing that she still doesn’t understand about the trial, those being who Elias Coggs and Phoebe Coronus are. Ema explains that she doesn’t really know who Elias Coggs is, but she does know who Coronus is. She was Ema’s former mentor that took care of her when she first went to Europe to study, and she’s now an international forensics prosecutor. It turns out she intended to be present in the gallery for Ema’s trial, but due to a delay in her flight to LA, she couldn’t make it. Ema then theorizes that working a case with her former mentor might help reinvigorate her love for forensics. Her and Klavier have to attend to some business at the Prosecutor’s Office, and they leave together.
To wrap up the case, Trucy brings up three invitations that Juniper had passed on to her for Phoenix, Athena, and herself to attend a Murder Mystery Party at the Woods Manor out in the mountains as a celebration of Juniper recently graduating from Themis Academy while also serving as a way of thanking Phoenix and Athena for defending her two years prior. Trucy declines her invitation, as she has to practice for her first international gig that she’ll be performing with Klavier and Lamiroir, but she encourages Phoenix and Athena to go. They both agree to go, and the case ends with Phoenix’s internal monologue reminiscing about all of the trials and tribulations he’s had to go through to revamp the legal system, and that he never could’ve gotten there without the help of his colleagues.
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Author's notes:
-I know that killing off Lana Skye might be controversial, but I felt that she made the most sense as the first victim, considering her friend from Europe, who I've named Phoebe Coronus, would make a more interesting rival for Athena, as her adherence to the scientific method and traditionalist views on the Jurist System would be a perfect foil to Athena's more psychological driven methods and her desire to revolutionize the court system along with Phoenix. It also gives Ema another character arc of doubting if her childhood dream was really her true calling in life, which I feel would be a natural progression for Ema's character, since she has a different conflict in every game that she appears in. Finally, it just gives more opportunity to expand on Athena's time studying in Europe, since Ema and Coronus could now fit into that timeline organically. Lana's role in the story wouldn't be forgotten after case 1 either, as two of the most important characters in the game have close connections to her, which would have a huge impact on the trajectory of the story as a whole, which I feel is an important aspect that the first case needs to establish.
-The pun names for this case are:
Elias Coggs (Alias and Cogs, which refers to his past under the Witness Protection Program as well as his cyborg like appearance.)
Connie Scout (Con and Scout, because she's conning everybody into thinking she's just an ordinary university student while also being a spy for the Phantom's organization.)
Phoebe Coronus (Her last name refers to her profession as a coroner. Her first and last name actually have a secret meaning as well if one of the letters from her last name is removed, but I'll leave it up to you to see if you can decipher the real meaning behind her name.
-Lastly, here are the basic plotlines for the other cases of the game. These are only going to be a couple sentences each, since this post has gone on long enough already.
Episode 2-Turnabout Judgment: Picking up right where we left off, Phoenix and Athena attend the Murder Mystery Party organized by Juniper's grandmother, Willow Woods, and Juniper notes that the victim in the game bears similarities to how her own grandfather died a year ago. But when one of the guests at the party winds up dead, it's Juniper's grandmother, a former judge, that ends up in the defendant's seat, and Juniper and Athena team up to acquit her of all charges against prosecutor Phoebe Coronus while Phoenix is off helping another guest at the party with a matter of their own. Loosely based on a fancase on Ace Attorney Online: A Game of Turnabout.
Episode 3-The Sponsored Turnabout: During the Summer Olympics, Juniper, Athena, and Simon Blackquill all attend a game together. But when a stray firecracker causes an explosion that causes some debris to crash onto the referee for the game, a former Borginian athlete who had a grudge against the victim and is suspected to be part of the Phantom's organization ends up in the defendant's chair, and Blackquill encourages Athena and Juniper to take on the case due to a previous connection with the defendant, and the trio have to rethink their own biases against the suspect to eventually take down the true culprit of the case, the Executive of the Reality News Network who perpetuated the myth of the Dark Age of the Law after the UR-1 incident. Coronus is still the prosecutor for this case.
Episode 4-Turnabout Roulette: In the filler case of the game, Trucy makes reservations at a fancy bar where she's planning on showing Phoenix part of her upcoming performance, but when the two realize that she accidentally made reservations at the Rivales Casino, and a shooting occurs in the middle of the day, Phoenix is forced into defending Brawly Rivales after his own father was murdered. Coronus is the prosecutor again in this trial, but she's noticably more lenient on Phoenix. The main focus of the case would be on the relationship between Phoenix and Trucy.
Episode 5-Turnabout for Justice: A science expo is being held at the Cosmos Space Center, and the five participants in the showcase are Ema Skye, Phoebe Coronus, Elias Coggs, a C.E.O. of a famous company, who is also sponsoring the event, and surprisingly Aura Blackquill are all participating in the event. But when an accidental explosion occurs in the middle of the event, everyone is evacuated from the scene with two notable exceptions: Phoebe Coronus and Aura Blackquill. After the fire dies down a bit, some officers go in to investigate the scene, and are surprised to find Aura Blackquill leaning over the victim, Phoebe Coronus's body. Aura Blackquill is named the prime suspect for the case, and it's up to Athena and Blackquill to find her innocence, as Phoenix and Trucy don't want anything to do with her after the kidnapping incident two years ago, and Juniper is rooting for her guilt as well, since she remembers how she used to hate Athena all those years ago. Willow Woods would be the judge for this trial, and Miles Edgeworth calls in prosecutor Franziska von Karma to head the case.
Episode Special-Turnabout Reconciliation: It's been one year since Garan has been dethroned, and Khura'in is hosting an international arts festival as an act of goodwill to its new allies. Trucy, Klavier, and Lamiroir are all participating in their own act in the show, and Ema was invited by Prosecutor Nahyuta Sahdmadhi as well. But when a murder happens in the middle of the show, Lamiroir is under suspicion of murder, and Apollo and Trucy finally learn their familial secret. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi is the prosecutor for the case, and Rayfa and Amara make some cameo appearances as well.
Sorry for the long post lol. Tell me what you think of these ideas in the comments.
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Extremely vivid.. way more than usual. I woke up a few times and as soon as i fell back to sleep I was somewhere new!

playing off the remnants of a dream I had about a week or so ago involving a hidden chamber in an Egyptian temple that was accessible through some kind of pit. I didn't feel like I fell down this pit but more like I slid on my belly toward a square opening that sand was falling into, There wasn't a transition of any kind I was just at the top of this chamber. Flying/floating I Was not really sure. But there was a huge triangular dome enclosure overhead with a flat center about 50 feet up, and we are clearly underground now... below were 4 staircases marking north south east west and 4 square pillars about 30 feet tall, about 4 feet wide. One of them appeared to be made of an aqueous mixture of sand that held itself in place with some mystic force. Another was solid stone, another was black as obsidian and also made of this sandy quagmire, and the last pillar was bone white. There was power in here. Radiating. I don't remember who was wielding it or channeling it I do not know. It seemed to emanate from the walls. As I descended there were ancient beings ignoring me, going about whatever it is they have done in this chamber for thousands of years. A female deity seemed to notice me as I landed atop one of the pillars, but paid no mind as she continued this never-ending ritual of whatever. I must have disrupted something, because i was leaping around, dodging blades as I landed on one side of the chamber, and I ventured into a hidden back hallway that contained weapons... blades and spears of various sizes and eccentricities. A club, various armor. There was a shelf with Jewels and gold in here, I grabbed this huge double-sided blade with two handles. Very Klingon, and for a moment I felt like I was back in the house I grew up in my room. With crazy lights all over the place but then I was back in the temple... I don't know what happened next but I charged out of the weapon's chamber ready to kick some ass...
fast forward to a completely different dream, I'm very caught up in these events that seem to be a wedding for my brother, and im involved in it somehow. I slowly come aware of my body a little at a time. At first I notice I'm wearing a glass visor of some sort, that attaches/screws into my head like the bulb enclosure on a house ceiling fan, but it's crystal clear, and doesnt hurt or anything. My movements of my body feel tight and restricted and something is wrong with my voice. Like, in my head I hear my deep voice but it's coming out of my mouth higher pitched? WTF? I look down at myself and somehow I'm in the body of a woman. A really HOT woman. Im confused at first, but im led away to prepare for this wedding i am realizing I was in someone else's body, and no one knew it was me. I thought i was going to have to marry my brother, but it was Janessa he is marrying and now I'm in a vehicle of some sort and I'm trying my best to pretend I'm this girl, and talk all high pitched and ladylike.... but I get sick of it, and to everyone's astonishment I tell them who I really am, trapped in this body. I must have transferred my consciousness into this vessel somehow after I killed "The Blood God" perhaps this is the immortal body of one of the ancient beings that was in that temple. I recall my battle with them, and I was seriously determined and ended up killing anyone who attacked me. For a second, I even thought that the body I was posessing was My Ex wife's, which makes no sense. She doesnt fit in anywhere in this scenario. As dreams do, shit just randomly changes and makes sense even though it doesn't really. im in a bathroom and it's totally fucked up. its so gross and nasty. The toilet is stuffed out over the rim, there's not just nastiness like piss and shit, there's huge rigatoni noodles in there, lots of paper, it's beyond gross.... so i leave this sick ass bathroom. I think My brothers GF clogged it up.
next dream, i suddenly come aware and i am driving with someone, to these really huge abandoned department stores, I wanna say Hills/Kmart/Ames or something, but there arent any traces of the logo left, or any color anywhere on these superstores. and when i say huge you need to understand that this is a dream and shit that makes no sense, makes sense here. The stores were HUGE. Like 5 times their regular size, and the parking lot has a labyrinth of fence running through it. I meander down the hallway of this fence place. it feels old. abandoned. dangerous. this leads to somewhere in a shitty run down japanese mall. Now I think im actually IN japan. and I'm eating this horrible, disgusting meat that is flat and pink and hard and covered in patches of white fur and pustules. It smells and tastes so gross why am i eating it? Ill never know..... I See an abandoned arcade, the usual strange arcade games that arent real that I dream about are there. Some strange bathroom chamber is in the side of this one wall, and it has this strange vending machine inside. I dont know if it vends trinkets or food, but it doesnt work. It appears the restroom area is disgusting as usual in my dreams. Shit, I dont think I've ever come upon a decent, clean place to go ever in a dream.
different dream, can't think how it starts, I'm in some strange land with people I don't recognize but im apparently friends with. It's grassy, relatively flat. SOme moderate rolling hills here and there. I find myself in what i assume is a house. There is an old, dusty bedroom that seems relatively unkempt. Is it a pirate's house? There is pirate stuff laying around. Im aware of these 2 liquor bottles. One is made into a wonky shape of a boat. I turn this object over in my hands and there is this pointy, metal thing that unfolds from the bottom, like it's a spike that protrudes from the boat shape. The more i look at the bottle the more it seems shitty, and not very boat shaped. But I do remember very clearly that metal thing. I felt it, as I unfolded it from it's home position. It was very vivid. There was a map, where the countries were liquor-filled glass pockets. This thing was a large bottle. A big, flat, map-shaped bottle. This thing was also extremely vivid. I could probably have read the text on the map if I had tried. I found myself examining it up close, and then i must have left this place but I don't recall. So there is what seemed to be a brothel, with only these really young, completely nude girls with tatoos and no makeup. Like, hippy-ish chicks. Really cute and really nice. This brothel-dwelling was suspended way up in the air, hanging by vines, or rope, and partially standing on really tall legs/stilts. It was almost like a long cocoon looking trailer thing. It wasn't totally level either. The floor sloped in parts, it was weird. So I'm witnessing two girls mess around with this guy who has an ENORMOUS dick, Like, waaay too big and unnatural. THey had these metal tools, like the metal tongs they use to pick up blocks of ice, only smaller and the claw thingy is reversed. They inserted it in the tip of his penis, and used it to extend his shaft to full length. It was odd. Did not appear to be painful. so now Im naked, and one of them is trying to do it to my dick, and Im like WOAH hey stop, mine isnt super huge you dont need to use that on me... so they had it inserted but they took it out. SO I was getting blown by this one girl, and she may have hopped on me and rode for a bit, but im not sure. but we were definitely naked for a bit and screwed around. So now im out of the raised brothel and in the audience of a medieval-times-like restaurant, only themed like polynesian/easter island/hawiian. And they were finishing up some kind if musical number. I didnt order food or anything. It's like I just passed through this place and left.
I end up in this old house that has SOO many rooms. And like, I'm familiar with the layout but im not at the same time. It's like the house reconfigures itself day to day and shit isnt in the same place where it was before. And it's most definitely haunted. The ghost entities are usually hard to see, hiding up in the corner of the room, waiting for a human to pass through so it can attack... and by attack I mean swoop down at you and, what.. possess? Touch? Piss off? whoever it happens to be. I used to get "killed" by these things and wake up, but now im better at avoiding them, and it seems that there's like, one room on the way up the steps that is super haunted because some kid died in there... but if i can get up to the upper weird floors, where the doors are up high and some are just square windows that lead to other rooms..... then there's the ductwork secret passage. I dont know how I access it, or where it usually is, but once you get up so far in this endless house i can crawl through this dark passage, and it is like a see through ductwork, its super small and cramped, and so old and dirty, but i plop out adjacent to some old enclosed balcony where it appears the dried up corpse of an old lady is always there sitting in a rocking chair, sometimes standing. She's dead, and always facing out, so i never see her face, but sometimes there is a presence... A REAL BAD ONE, and I gotta gtfo or im gonna get killed by it..... but other times theres nothing
Now I am in a circular casino. not a very big one, and it was run by these super scary drug guys... and for whatever reason I had this knapsack thing, that was kinda like a big ziplock, but not, and there was this room FULL of cocaine. And alot of the cocaine was in big chunks or clumps, maybe crack? but i dont think so, ... anyway someone fills my knapsack with the coke and im on my way down the street and one of the big scary bodyguards tells me I owe $3500 at the end of the week. I have to sell all this coke and thats what i owe the big boss... im randomly reaching in the pouch and pulling out chunks and breaking them up and snorting them, then im aware that now i got to sell it. In mid-highway some famous new personality busts down my car door to get a "dime" so I dunno what that quantity is so i break him off what i think a dime is worth and he gives me cash. Weird right here in the middle of the freeway. but i dont know who else to sell to so now im scared im gonna get killed.....
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[FNV] Help game crashing every 20 minutes among other issues

Every odd 20 minutes my game crashes to desktop. Any help would mean a lot!
I also crash when the following happens:
- Hotkey item in pipboy and close pipboy
- Loading and saving game ( sometimes )

The following things I have already done to try and resolve the issue:
- Using the mods NVSE, CASM, NVAC, NVSR, 4GB patch, FNVModLimitFix, YUP, Zan AutoPurge Crash Protector
- Setting the following in the StutterRemover.ini: bHookCriticalSections = 0,
bHookLightCriticalSections = 0, bReplaceHeap = 1
- Setting the following in the NVSE_config.ini: DefaultHeapInitialAllocMB = 496 scrapHeapSizeMB = 128

My load order:

FalloutNV.esm
DeadMoney.esm
HonestHearts.esm
OldWorldBlues.esm
LonesomeRoad.esm
GunRunnersArsenal.esm
ClassicPack.esm
MercenaryPack.esm
TribalPack.esm
CaravanPack.esm
YUP - Base Game + All DLC.esm
FCOMaster.esm
New Vegas Redesigned 3.esm
YUP - NPC Fixes (Base Game + All DLC).esp
Unofficial Patch Plus.esp
Interior Lighting Overhaul - Core.esm
Sortomatic.esm
Functional Post Game Ending.esm
ELECTRO-CITY - CompletedWorkorders.esm
TLD_Travelers.esm
SaxxonsQuestPack.esm
ELECTRO-CITY - Highways and Byways.esm
domecity.esm
The New Bison Steve Hotel.esm
NVR-Strip.esm
NVWillow.esp
Afterschool Special.esm
Weapons of the Wasteland.esm
Project Nevada - Core.esm
Project Nevada - Equipment.esm
WeAreLegion.esm
Project Nevada - Rebalance.esp
Project Nevada - Cyberware.esp
DragsVGUArmorBase.esm
D.E.I.M.O.S..esm
GreatKhanGreatOverhaul.esm
SomeguySeries.esm
Project Nevada - Extra Options.esm
Interior Lighting Overhaul - L38PS.esm
Project Nevada - Rebalance Complete.esp
Project Nevada - All DLC.esp
EVE FNV - ALL DLC.esp
NVR-Version_10.esp
Uncut Wasteland FSO OB.esp
Legion Quests Expanded.esp
NiptonRebuilt.esp
outsidebets.esp
Primm Reborn.esp
Mojave Raiders.esp
NVR3_YUP Patch.esp
WeaponModsExpanded.esp
CNR_Beta.esp
Goodsprings Reborn.esp
EVE FNV - NO GRA.esp
WMX-DLCMerged.esp
Mojave Arsenal.esp
NVR3_MojaveRaiders Patch.esp
EVE FNV - NO DLC.esp
WMX-EVE-AllDLCMerged.esp
lexx_brahmin-betsy.esp
DarylDixonCompanion.esp
rotfacetoriches.esp
NewVegasBounties.esp
NewVegasBountiesII.esp
1nivVSLArmors.esp
1nivPNSLPatch.esp
ImmersiveRecoil.esp
ClearCacheKey.esp
The Weapon Mod Menu.esp
Zan_AutoPurge_SmartAgro_NV.esp
Willow by Dracomies.esp
The Mod Configuration Menu.esp
kochandbohr.esp
ArmedToTheTeeth-NewVegas.esp
New Vegas Redesigned 3 Path Fixing.esp
WMX-ArenovalisTextures.esp
Project Nevada - WMX.esp
Project Nevada - EVE No GRA.esp
Project Nevada - EVE All DLC.esp
Project Nevada - High Roller Patch.esp
Project Nevada - EVE No DLC.esp
Unofficial Patch Plus - Project Nevada Patch.esp
Mojave Arsenal - GRA Weapon Mod Integration.esp
WMX-POPMerged.esp
Weapon Retexture Project.esp
Asurah_reanimation.esp
BoomersGoBoom.esp
CASM.esp
CombatEnhancer.esp
Bash_Stealthboy.esp
Bash_Stealth.esp
Economy Overhaul.esp
FCO - Afterschool Special.esp
FlashlightNVSE.esp
Functional Post Game Ending - Populated Casinos Patch.esp
NVR-NPCs.esp
Functional Post Game Ending - General Open Strip Patch.esp
GBMM - Gun Behavior Mod Merge.esp
Integration - Couriers Stash.esp
JustModsAssorted.esp
MojaveStyles.esp
More Realistic Aiming.esp
MuchNeededLOD.esp
Moddable Unique Weps.esp
357retex.esp
singleshot_retex.esp
Equipment Restoration Project.esp
ADAM Complete.esp
NCROverhaul.esp
ADAM - MERGE.esp
SimpleGlowingRangerVisors(NeckCover).esp
WeAreLegion.esp
WMX-EVE_ALL_DLC.esp
WMX_Patch.esp
WMX-EVE_NO_DLC.esp
WMX_DLC.esp
DragsNPCOverhaul.esp
NVR3_OutsideBets Patch.esp
Mojave Raiders - Nipton Takeover Disabled.esp
athornysituation.esp
awilderwasteland.esp
Drags20ArmorPack.esp
Drags20ArmorPackNoInteriors.esp
NVR3_1nivVSLArmors Patch.esp
BrotherhoodReforged.esp
Enhanced NPC Awareness.esp
RaiderOverhaulPreview.esp
Mojave Raiders - TLD Patch.esp
No NPC Compass Ticks.esp
Pacersgambit.esp
NVR3_CNR Patch.esp
NVR3_WeaponsOfTheWasteland Patch.esp
NVR3_ProjectNevadaEquipment Patch.esp
FCO - Beyond Boulder Dome.esp
FCO - NPC Changes.esp
ILO - NVWillow.esp
FCO - GlowingOne.esp
Functional Post Game Ending - YUP Patch.esp
NVR3_ElectroCity Patch.esp
ILO - PipBoy Light.esp
PipBoyLight.esp
pipboy2500_edisleado.esp
ILO - YUP Patch.esp
NVR3_ImprovedCompanionSandbox Patch.esp
FCO - Saxons Quest Collection.esp
FCO - The New Bison Steve.esp
NVR3_LegionQuestsExpanded Patch.esp
FCO - OHSB NPC Edits.esp
NVR3_UnofficialPatchPlus Patch.esp
NVR3_EquipmentRestorationProject Patch.esp
Interior Lighting Overhaul - Ultimate Edition.esp
ILO - D.E.I.M.O.S.esp
ILO - New Vegas Bounties II.esp
ILO - New Vegas Bounties.esp
FNVLODGen.esp
tmzLODadditions.esp
PowderIsTheNewBlack.esp
pipboyx2.esp
pipboyx3.esp
BLEEDNV.esp
JSawyer Ultimate.esp
NVR3_JSU Patch.esp
oHUD.esm
Russell.esp
FCO - Russell.esp
FCO - PathFixing Vanilla.esp
JSawyer Ultimate - Mojave Raiders Patch.esp
JSawyer Ultimate - ERP Patch.esp
JSawyer Ultimate - FCO Patch.esp
JSawyer Ultimate - GRA Merged.esp
JSawyer Ultimate - Mojave Arsenal Patch.esp
JSawyer Ultimate - NVR3 Patch.esp
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Epic in scale- mighty strange

There are many segments to this dream.. this all happened in one night, however, I have had each of these different segments as an individual dream in the past. Begin-
Playing off the remnants of a dream I had about a week or so ago involving a hidden chamber in an Egyptian temple that was accessible through some kind of pit. I didn't feel like I fell down this pit but more like I slid on my belly toward a square opening that sand was falling into, There wasn't a transition of any kind I was just at the top of this chamber. Flying/floating I Was not really sure. But there was a huge triangular dome enclosure overhead with a flat center about 50 feet up, and we are clearly underground now... below were 4 staircases marking north south east west and 4 square pillars about 30 feet tall, about 4 feet wide. One of them appeared to be made of an aqueous mixture of sand that held itself in place with some mystic force. Another was solid stone, another was black as obsidian and also made of this sandy quagmire, and the last pillar was bone white. There was power in here. Radiating. I don't remember who was wielding it or channeling it I do not know. It seemed to emanate from the walls. As I descended there were ancient beings ignoring me, going about whatever it is they have done in this chamber for thousands of years. A female deity seemed to notice me as I landed atop one of the pillars, but paid no mind as she continued this never-ending ritual of whatever. I must have disrupted something, because i was leaping around, dodging blades as I landed on one side of the chamber, and I ventured into a hidden back hallway that contained weapons... blades and spears of various sizes and eccentricities. A club, various armor. There was a shelf with Jewels and gold in here, I grabbed this huge double-sided blade with two handles. Very Klingon, and for a moment I felt like I was back in the house I grew up in my room. With crazy lights all over the place but then I was back in the temple... I don't know what happened next but I charged out of the weapon's chamber ready to kick some ass...
fast forward to a completely different dream, I'm very caught up in these events that seem to be a wedding for my brother, and im involved in it somehow. I slowly come aware of my body a little at a time. At first I notice I'm wearing a glass visor of some sort, that attaches/screws into my head like the bulb enclosure on a house ceiling fan, but it's crystal clear, and doesnt hurt or anything. My movements of my body feel tight and restricted and something is wrong with my voice. Like, in my head I hear my deep voice but it's coming out of my mouth higher pitched? WTF? I look down at myself and somehow I'm in the body of a woman. A really HOT woman. Im confused at first, but im led away to prepare for this wedding i am realizing I was in someone else's body, and no one knew it was me. I thought i was going to have to marry my brother, but it was Janessa he is marrying and now I'm in a vehicle of some sort and I'm trying my best to pretend I'm this girl, and talk all high pitched and ladylike.... but I get sick of it, and to everyone's astonishment I tell them who I really am, trapped in this body. I must have transferred my consciousness into this vessel somehow after I killed "The Blood God" perhaps this is the immortal body of one of the ancient beings that was in that temple. I recall my battle with them, and I was seriously determined and ended up killing anyone who attacked me. For a second, I even thought that the body I was posessing was My Ex wife's, which makes no sense. She doesnt fit in anywhere in this scenario. As dreams do, shit just randomly changes and makes sense even though it doesn't really. im in a bathroom and it's totally fucked up. its so gross and nasty. The toilet is stuffed out over the rim, there's not just nastiness like piss and shit, there's huge rigatoni noodles in there, lots of paper, it's beyond gross.... so i leave this sick ass bathroom. I think My brothers GF clogged it up.
next dream, i suddenly come aware and i am driving with someone, to these really huge abandoned department stores, I wanna say Hills/Kmart/Ames or something, but there arent any traces of the logo left, or any color anywhere on these superstores. and when i say huge you need to understand that this is a dream and shit that makes no sense, makes sense here. The stores were HUGE. Like 5 times their regular size, and the parking lot has a labyrinth of fence running through it. I meander down the hallway of this fence place. it feels old. abandoned. dangerous. this leads to somewhere in a shitty run down japanese mall. Now I think im actually IN japan. and I'm eating this horrible, disgusting meat that is flat and pink and hard and covered in patches of white fur and pustules. It smells and tastes so gross why am i eating it? Ill never know..... I See an abandoned arcade, the usual strange arcade games that arent real that I dream about are there. Some strange bathroom chamber is in the side of this one wall, and it has this strange vending machine inside. I dont know if it vends trinkets or food, but it doesnt work. It appears the restroom area is disgusting as usual in my dreams. Shit, I dont think I've ever come upon a decent, clean place to go ever in a dream.
different dream, can't think how it starts, I'm in some strange land with people I don't recognize but im apparently friends with. It's grassy, relatively flat. SOme moderate rolling hills here and there. I find myself in what i assume is a house. There is an old, dusty bedroom that seems relatively unkempt. Is it a pirate's house? There is pirate stuff laying around. Im aware of these 2 liquor bottles. One is made into a wonky shape of a boat. I turn this object over in my hands and there is this pointy, metal thing that unfolds from the bottom, like it's a spike that protrudes from the boat shape. The more i look at the bottle the more it seems shitty, and not very boat shaped. But I do remember very clearly that metal thing. I felt it, as I unfolded it from it's home position. It was very vivid. There was a map, where the countries were liquor-filled glass pockets. This thing was a large bottle. A big, flat, map-shaped bottle. This thing was also extremely vivid. I could probably have read the text on the map if I had tried. I found myself examining it up close, and then i must have left this place but I don't recall. So there is what seemed to be a brothel, with only these really young, completely nude girls with tatoos and no makeup. Like, hippy-ish chicks. Really cute and really nice. This brothel-dwelling was suspended way up in the air, hanging by vines, or rope, and partially standing on really tall legs/stilts. It was almost like a long cocoon looking trailer thing. It wasn't totally level either. The floor sloped in parts, it was weird. So I'm witnessing two girls mess around with this guy who has an ENORMOUS dick, Like, waaay too big and unnatural. THey had these metal tools, like the metal tongs they use to pick up blocks of ice, only smaller and the claw thingy is reversed. They inserted it in the tip of his penis, and used it to extend his shaft to full length. It was odd. Did not appear to be painful. so now Im naked, and one of them is trying to do it to my dick, and Im like WOAH hey stop, mine isnt super huge you dont need to use that on me... so they had it inserted but they took it out. SO I was getting blown by this one girl, and she may have hopped on me and rode for a bit, but im not sure. but we were definitely naked for a bit and screwed around. So now im out of the raised brothel and in the audience of a medieval-times-like restaurant, only themed like polynesian/easter island/hawiian. And they were finishing up some kind if musical number. I didnt order food or anything. It's like I just passed through this place and left.
I end up in this old house that has SOO many rooms. And like, I'm familiar with the layout but im not at the same time. It's like the house reconfigures itself day to day and shit isnt in the same place where it was before. And it's most definitely haunted. The ghost entities are usually hard to see, hiding up in the corner of the room, waiting for a human to pass through so it can attack... and by attack I mean swoop down at you and, what.. possess? Touch? Piss off? whoever it happens to be. I used to get "killed" by these things and wake up, but now im better at avoiding them, and it seems that there's like, one room on the way up the steps that is super haunted because some kid died in there... but if i can get up to the upper weird floors, where the doors are up high and some are just square windows that lead to other rooms..... then there's the ductwork secret passage. I dont know how I access it, or where it usually is, but once you get up so far in this endless house i can crawl through this dark passage, and it is like a see through ductwork, its super small and cramped, and so old and dirty, but i plop out adjacent to some old enclosed balcony where it appears the dried up corpse of an old lady is always there sitting in a rocking chair, sometimes standing. She's dead, and always facing out, so i never see her face, but sometimes there is a presence... A REAL BAD ONE, and I gotta gtfo or im gonna get killed by it..... but other times theres nothing
Now I am in a circular casino. not a very big one, and it was run by these super scary drug guys... and for whatever reason I had this knapsack thing, that was kinda like a big ziplock, but not, and there was this room FULL of cocaine. And alot of the cocaine was in big chunks or clumps, maybe crack? but i dont think so, ... anyway someone fills my knapsack with the coke and im on my way down the street and one of the big scary bodyguards tells me I owe $3500 at the end of the week. I have to sell all this coke and thats what i owe the big boss... im randomly reaching in the pouch and pulling out chunks and breaking them up and snorting them, then im aware that now i got to sell it. In mid-highway some famous new personality busts down my car door to get a "dime" so I dunno what that quantity is so i break him off what i think a dime is worth and he gives me cash. Weird right here in the middle of the freeway. but i dont know who else to sell to so now im scared im gonna get killed.....
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Non-obvious tips for newbro's

GTA Online just got a boost in new players due to the free giveaway at Epic Games, myself included.
After playing and doing some research online I decided to write this brief no-nonsense "tl;dr" list of tips, sadly not included in the game itself, for my friends. As it got larger and more thorough I decided to post it publicly - hope it helps!
(June 2020; PC version 1.50, mostly applies to console too)
 
The order of tips is simple to technical, meaning arguably the most important stuff is near the end.
  1. Gameplay
  2. Equipment
  3. Business
  4. Settings
  5. Troubleshooting
 
[ 1. Gameplay ]
 
[ 2. Equipment]
 
[ 3. Business ]
Once you have competent equipment, consider investing your cash into a (single) Business to earn more cash later. Note that most of my info on this comes from other guides:
 
[ 4. Settings ]
First the important stuff:
The default keybinds are poor. Here are my recommended changes:
 
The "Online" > "Options" menu:
 
[ 5. Troubleshooting ]
This section is only useful if the game is malfunctioning somehow (which sadly is very common):
 
Lastly, and I had nowhere else to put this: You can currently get a free million and Pete's Arcade using an Amazon/Twitch Prime temporary offer. NOTE that it's set up so that although you can get the whole thing for free, it comes with automatic renewal for the subscription at 3 bucks a month. You can get rid of this either on the Twitch page or by contacting Amazon (chat) support.
Edit: Fill the arcade with the free games to get $3600 per "day" (48 mins). Optionally add the 90k game in the empty slots to raise this to the $5000 max (1400 more). You'll recoup the investment in: 90/1.4=64 "days" or 51.42 real-time hours.
 
P.S. If any veteran players have more tips to share in the comments I'd appreciate it.
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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure OC Tournament #5: Round 1 Match 13 Glitch Vs Laverne

The results are in for Match 11. The winner is…
The Graveyard Shift, with a score of 70 to Underground Exodus’s 64!
Category Winner Point Totals Comments
Popularity The Graveyard Shift 18-12
Quality The Graveyard Shift 22-20 Reasoning
JoJolity Underground Exodus 20-22 Reasoning
Conduct TEAM 10-10
As things settled, it was hard to tell if it was a fight that had occurred or purposeful demolition. In the middle of it all, sitting atop of one of the only remaining operational washers near the back, Byte had helped himself to a bag of SunChips from the destroyed snack machine as he waited for the load of linens to finish it’s final spin. Thanks to a last-second LOAD, he looked just about no worse for wear, standing out like a sore thumb amongst the carnage. He took the few minutes of relative silence to reflect, his gaze passing over his unconscious opponent laying face-down on the damp floor.
“Boy, that escalated quickly.” His token stream-of-consciousness mumbling coming through even with a mouth full of chips, “I guess it really does kill some people to be patient. I wonder how much it’ll be to fix this place? Fira better be damn happy for all this, maybe I should ask for a raise. Are there any sodas layin’ around-”
Just as the Mandible hopped down to his feet to look for a beverage, the front door of the laundromat swung open, causing Byte to duck down out of reaction. He was expecting company, but had hoped to be long gone before they showed. An amazingly tall suit-vested man stands in the door frame with a look of shock and wonder on his face, tattoos of ‘shading’ adorning his shaved head to make it seem oddly angular. He lets out a long whistle as he strolls in, surveying the damage. “Sweet mother of FUCK, what happened in here?!” Byte knew how bad this all looked, knowing he’d need some kind of cover if he had hopes of fooling the Syndicate capo, so without hesitation deftly smashes his own hand with his hammer. The pain was tremendous, but he manages to keep the screams internal as he bolts up from his spot.
“Kilroy! Thank god you’re here!” Byte lied, holding his now broken hand weakly as he puts on an air of hopeless panic. “You shoulda seen this lady! She was flying all over the place, smashing into walls like some kinda monster! Completely tore up the place!”
Kilroy hurried his pace at the sign of a survivor, moving to get in close. “...you’re from that restaurant, right? The one that stiffed the elders? The hell are you doing here?” The tall man nearly trips on the unconscious body of Marlin, only further adding to his confusion.
“Our machine is shot at the restaurant, I came here to clean some stuff.” Byte motions to the active machine with his broken hand, inciting a wince that he exaggerates for effect. “Then that... Monster came in and just started destroying the place! I dunno how she was putting these holes in the walls, it was insane!”
Kilroy stooped over the chain-bound woman’s unconscious form, nudging her head lightly with a finger before shaking his head. He crouches down for a closer look, mumbling under his breath, “Wonder what these chains do…”
Byte’s eyes shoot wide, managing to keep his thoughts internal for a change. When Kilroy dropped into Elephant Bones the other week, he made no hint toward being a stand user himself, even saying that the Syndicate is actively hunting them down. Byte had even successfully SAVEd a copy of the capo to see what he had on him; did he deliberately let Byte do so? Just what the hell is the Syndicate about?
“So you took her down by yourself?” The question snapped Byte out of the parade of questions in his head, meeting Kilroys glance with his own. Suddenly Byte had a very strong feeling that he shouldn’t stick around any longer, and moved to go retrieve his wash which had thankfully just ended.
“Uhh, yeah! I got lucky with a swing of the hammer, caught her as she was spinning around…” Byte’s mind raced for an exit as he pulled the damp linens free, every minute he hung around here was endangering everyone back at the base. ”Listen, did you need me for anything, or can I head back? Fira needs these ASAP and I’m already running behind, she can be a real nightmare when she’s pissed.”
Kilroy laughed, his disposition seeming oddly bright. “I know exactly what you mean, I kinda wanna clear out before the boss gets here myself.” Byte gulped. “Shouldn’t you at least dry those things? Maybe get that hand looked at?”
They both glanced over at the destroyed rows of dryers, to Byte’s relief, not a single one seemed to be in working order. “Nah, we got first aid back at the gym. And I think our dryer still works.” Bundling up the linens back into their garbage bag, Byte heads for the door. “Good luck with all this, and uhh, hope we can see you back at-”
“One more question, if you don’t mind.” Byte froze as he reached the door at Kilroy’s suddenly raised voice, the guy was pretty unstable when he paid them a visit, too. “Did you happen to see the Archbishop during the fight? Big guy in blue robes, probably handing out change.”
Oh god, a witness. Byte shook his head. “He left before she came in. Went that way.” He pointed down the street, still inching out of the building. Kilroy seemed relieved, waving at the Mandible as he returned to surveying the scene.
Byte immediately broke into a speed-walk, heading down the street and away from danger, cursing his luck at rock paper scissors the entire way.
People continue to fight for petty reasons, in this match and the recently-concluded one, but when this goes up, there is still yet a day yet to vote in a match of performers and their supporters spreading a message of love.
Scenario:
Outside The Devil Blue, Waterfront District, 11:46 AM
The past few weeks had been odd for the staff over at the Elephant Bones and Duke’s Gym. Ever since Shelldrake’s encounter against that ice-flinging man over at the Los Fortuna Airport, they’d found themselves in more and more conflicts against other stand users, and had heard about many more taking place in various parts of the city.
The knowledge of these encounters, and the realization that the rest of the staff could very well end up in more of these very soon made a certain sense of unease hang over the restaurant. The utter chaos that surrounded it every day didn’t change, but it peered through in those rare moments of quiet, as much as some of them liked to ignore and forget it.
It was for that reason that Tiger “Glitch” Ricky made her way over to The Devil Blue, despite the high end resort’s “vibes” being as far away from the Elephant Bones’ as possible. The moment London overheard something about a supposed underground doctor working from the confines of the resort and notified the rest of the team, Glitch bolted outside the restaurant and made her way over to it as quickly as possible. As entertaining as it was, the whole “taking Shelldrake to the vet to heal his broken wing” debacle made the team realize the necessity of alternative treatments for stand related injuries.
Glitch knew that the treatment would likely be incredibly expensive and far out of her or her teammates’ paychecks, but keeping it in mind for any emergencies could certainly help in the future, right? And worst case scenario, if she found nothing, at least she’d be able to help herself to some delicious grub!
Then again, she had no idea where to find this supposed clinic.
Glitch leaned down on her cane, summoning Vida Loca and looking at the area around her. She was in the middle of a large plaza, The Devil Blue’s entrance in front of her. Behind her was the ferry station which she’d just arrived from, and to her sides were many stores and restaurants selling a variety of goods. Glitch kept these spots in mind for the near future, thinking about the delicious food they contained and making sure to figure out how to get her hands on some of it.
Truthfully, Glitch didn’t have much of an idea of what the hell she was planning on doing, but that didn’t matter, because she never did. She hopped around the plaza and the surrounding alleyways, keeping an ear out for the rustling of food packages amidst the sea of noises while exploring them, “helping herself to” (stealing) a few packets of chips for herself along the way. After enough skittering around, she made her way through an alleyway, Vida Loca alongside her, the gargantuan cat squeezing tight to fit, and blocking the path through. They were near an odd building - though it was an “information center” for the nearby nature reserves in the archipelago, it seemed unreasonably large to be solely for such a thing.
“Umm… Excuse me, miss!” An upbeat man’s voice could be heard coming from in front of Vida Loca, the stand separating between him and Glitch. “I’m trying to pass here, and your stand is in the way! It’s important, you know - I’ve gotta meet with Hull! Oh, wait, you probably don’t know who he is, right? He’s… uh... The own- wait no, I should stop before I accidentally reveal something too confidential, haha-” Before the man could finish his rambling, Glitch started climbing onto Vida Loca’s back, peering at the man from above.
From what she could make out, the man was blond and of average height. Vida Loca’s face, meanwhile, was squeezed into the nearby wall and facing the direction opposite him, so tapping into its senses wasn’t much of an option. “Hmmmmrgh...” Glitch let out an odd noise, legs wiggling and moving about as she climbed up more and more, until she found herself sitting on the stand. She then tried to climb on top of it in an attempt at looming over the man, before nearly slipping off, frantically struggling before using some vibrations to stop her in place and sitting down. She looked over at the man’s blurred face, making out a wide grin, which she responded to in kind. “Hehe,” maybe this man had information that would be useful for her.
“See, I’m looking for an underground clinic for stand users or something like that. Should be around here, but I can’t find it! I’ve been looking for so long that I managed to snatch three packets of crisps already!” as if to accentuate the number, she put her arm forwards and raised three fingers “And crisps are great! But I want to find this clinic as well!” Glitch raised her arms into the air in exasperation. “Now, if you tell me where the clinic is, or help me find it in some other way, I’ll get Vida Loca to let you pass! Does that sound good?”
There was a slight pause as the man tilted his head, before breaking out into laughter. “Hahaha! Wow, that’s one hell of a deal! About the clinic, I’m afraid to say that you’re gonna have to wait a bit more! See, it’s actually right here,” he says, pointing at a nearby, unassuming door “and I help run it, but we’re closed for the next hour! Me and Peres have some work to do and meetings to attend, so you’ve gotta wait! Don’t worry though, I’ll make it up to you - I’ll let your crisp stealing slide for now, haha!” Another fit of laughter.
Glitch’s expression shifted into a pout. So she was stuck here for another hour? Bleh! Seeing her expression, the man chuckled again “What’s the problem? I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do here for an hour, you know. Well, it probably won’t all be very legal, and the guards here might try to kick you out, but that’s not something I gotta deal with so I don’t really care, haha!” With that final sentence, the man crouched forwards and deftly ducked under Vida Loca’s body and between its tall legs, passing through.
“See ya!” Turning around, he waved to Glitch with a smile and walked back into the crowds of the plaza. “Plrrrgh…..” Glitch grumbled to herself, thinking about what she could do for the hour. She did overhear some of the resortgoers over in the plaza talking about going to the pool, so that could be fun. Sure, she was almost 100% sure that she wasn’t allowed in there, but what was the harm in sneaking in, eh?
She hopped off of Vida Loca, and with a pep in her step, began making her way over to one of the resort’s pools.
The ferry to the Devil Blue, Waterfront District, roughly 11:30 AM.
Laverne Cassiel wasn’t one to show it well, but they were definitely feeling slightly on edge here, and internally, criticising such an attitude. You can’t be on edge when you’re going to a luxury resort… You’re supposed to be at your best of moods when you go to do something nice, something extravagant… People will know that something is off, something is the matter.
Though troubled, it was not on their face nearly as much as they’d thought, however; it wasn’t so much that people were avoiding them based on a bad mood, so much as one did not talk to strangers on a ferry so much as they spoke to strangers on a bus, but also multiplying that by the disconnect of opulence towards those ‘not worth’ associating with.
“You hear about the prices on Niters? I’ve been absolutely dying to give these a try, demand is higher than ever, and the supply just… Tanks? What’s with that?” A random guy, hipster-looking, foodie, maybe, was complaining to a similarly bougie-looking friend, shaking his head.
The other man nodded, groaning. “I hear you, I hear you so hard… I wasn’t going to eat the stuff, seafood is against my diet, but I was going to prepare such wonderful pictures of a Niter Blowfish Tartare for my food blog… I’d already put down my deposit, contacted a local photographer and everything! I’ll have to get into their kitchens and find some, no matter the price, or my clout is ruined.”
Laverne had seen pictures of the stuff, and frankly, that guy was a moron if he thought it possible to make those things even remotely photogenic, even if he was probably making the right call not wanting to put it in his mouth; if Laverne ever had the opportunity, they would sure as hell wait for the other guy to take a bite. Had they heard it right, though? They were harder to find now or something?
Of course it made sense for the Devil Blue to get them in lighter capacity, if anyone in the area was, but what could be causing the shortage, so soon after they seemed to be becoming more common than ever? There was apparently an incident of sorts here not a few days ago, though people were keeping shush on just what the hell was going on because of that.
Honestly, Laverne didn’t actually care all that much. Their assessment was that it related to whatever in the area would sometimes cause people to ‘disappear’, and whatever that was was probably injured or forced to retreat now (not dead… If it was dead, the supply would stop entirely, which was not the case) and ODIN was trying to keep the news quiet. Least the news made it a lot more comfortable for them to travel by ferry for what they really cared about that day: this Devil Blue resort apparently had a clinic which serviced the Stand-using underground. Doubtless, in times of growing strife like these, a place like that would be an informational hotbed, tactically vital to get in good with.
Though even the decision to investigate that today had been an improvised one, determined on the spot to be a sound tactical decision for one tipping point of a reason: they were being followed, and needed to get the hell away from that.
Roughly an hour ago - Sound’s Garden, near Heartache Casino
For the past several days, the members of Red Carpet Renaissance had all a strange feeling about them. While always it seemed there were eyes upon them in Los Fortuna, for some reason, it had been different in recent days. There was a particular sense to everyone that there was someone, specifically following them, and nobody knew who it could be, or why.
Laverne, though they had yet to report this, had a feeling about where it came from, correlating when it started: it began the day after Kimijo Kaneko went to investigate that damn baseball game. Sure, some people on that chat program were doing their moral grandstanding about what happened there, pretending they’re better than that, that her opponent being a good man makes any of what she did different from every damn fight every damn day in this city, but all of them, it seemed, were at least for the moment wise enough not to put their money where their mouth is and actually follow up on it, and if they had, they’d probably be in some nightmare backroom right now.
This feeling, it was different, as if someone had started to take the entire team more seriously… Which, itself, meant a lot to unpack.
They had actually been trying to follow a sheepish event manager’s association with the owner of the casino that day, see if they couldn’t find something worth blackmailing him over and making him feel ‘indebted’ to them, but that case hadn’t been going smoothly as it could, and as they combed over the area, that is when they saw ‘them.’
A thin figure clad head-to-toe in black, jacket zipped up with a fuzzy-looking trim, biker gear, with orange underneath, and a distinct-looking helmet that looked like something out of a science-fiction film, mouthpiece something like a helmet of armor, visor black, lines and circles along the surface. The morning light reflected off of the visor hard enough to make Laverne squint. This person sat upon a sleek-looking sports bike, revving it at them.
When Laverne looked their way, the figure seemed to drive away, but kept showing up throughout the area, and more and more, Laverne got the distinct feeling this person was exactly the bad news they were waiting for…
They had to lose them.
So naturally, Laverne did just that, utilizing their Stand in a diversionary effort that seemed to successfully draw the figure away, and figuring that an offshore hotel was just the place to lose a biker for a little while. Besides that, within a few minutes of their reflection, the ferry wasn’t a minute away from reaching port at the Devil Blue. They could focus on this now, and not that bastard.
“H-hey, check this out! Someone’s driving on the water!”
The hipsters were speaking to one another, one handing the other a set of binoculars to look out on the waters due North of them, towards the mainland. The other, then, remarked in alarm. “Oh, my god! Is that the Black Angel, here? Oh, ooh, what a sight, what a sight!!”
“It definitely is, look at that!”
“Lemme see,” Laverne said, speaking up now before going ahead and seizing, with little resistance, the binoculars still around the first guy’s neck, going wide-eyed at what appeared on the other end.
The damn motorcycle was uneasily yet consistently making its way along the water, tires spinning as it raced forward against the momentum of the waves. The rider was the same, and what Laverne had read as a trim of fuzz around the upper torso of their jacket, now, flying just behind them as they advanced like a pair of short wings.
Shit, seriously?
Fucking hell, of course it’s a Stand or a Stand User or something.
Would Laverne have to fight on the way to this place..?
Wait, no, never mind. As they looked around, they saw the ferryman overhear just that, muttering into a radio too far, too quietly, to hear them, but close enough to see that the words ‘angel’ were being mouthed on their lips.
Ah, the island was close at hand, certainly closer to arrive at than this ‘Black Angel’ was fast, and some strong-looking people were coalescing around the ferry docks.
Keeping it cool, as the boat found its way to a stop, Laverne walked away, the sounds in the fading distance of a woman saying, “did you forget already? You’re not welcome on this island. Set so much as a wheel on the pavement before this resort you approach, and you know what comes next.”
Though the future was uncertain on whether or not they would cross paths again, for the rest of their time on the island, that was the last Laverne Cassiel saw of the Black Angel. Preliminary research made security seem lax here (they don’t deal with VALKYRIE at all, which is… Rare, for a high-profile private business like this), but it seemed they were just holding out for the important things… They couldn’t help but crack a private grin at how this poor bastard had followed them all this way, only to get turned away near instantly. Haha! Victory: Laverne. Serves you right for wasting my morning! Now, onto making use of this new place..!
They soon, like Glitch, learned that this ‘Peres’ was out, that they couldn’t get into the clinic without either breaking and entering (not that they were morally above it, but it wasn’t necessary) or waiting for that point…
Well, they’d come to a resort island, and knew for the time being that they were completely safe, so why not try to live a little to kill time?
A pool within The Devil Blue, Waterfront district 12:02 PM
Upon sneaking her way over a fence and into the resort’s pool, Glitch found herself with a severe case of choice paralysis. She stood out like a sore thumb, sprawled out on a lounger, ear perched out, picking up on and discerning between the wide variety of going-ons at the pool with a mischievous grin on her face the whole time. She could start off by taking a plunge, or perhaps use Vida Loca to get someone else to take one, or maybe go on a trip to the bar for a snack, or do one of the million other ideas that popped into her head!
“Heheh- oh!” before she could get too comfortable, she heard something very interesting - the sound of someone jumping over the fence, just like she had previously done. “Hmmm….” summoning Vida Loca for a better look, she saw Laverne, catching the investigator right in the middle of a decidedly illegal act. Not that Glitch cared, or even knew much about this odd person, but her interest had certainly been piqued.
Just as Glitch had taken notice of Laverne, so did they take notice of her, or more precisely, of Vida Loca’s massive form, staring right at them. With a quick shuffle they attempted to get out of the stand’s sight, preferring to avoid any unnecessary encounters with other stand users in what was supposed to be their way of killing time. However, Glitch wasn’t going to let them get away, and Laverne quickly found her right on their trail, wanting something to do with them. Instead of running away and possibly drawing more attention to themselves, Laverne opted to wait for Glitch to arrive.
And arrive she did, hopping towards Laverne and stopping in front of them, leaning in to get a close look at them and letting out an curious “Hmmrgh...” , which Laverne responded to by leaning back and putting a distance between them and this nuisance. “Do you want something, miss...?” they asked, faking confusion. With any luck, this person will leave them alone and they’ll be able to go on with their day.
“Glitch! I couldn’t help but overhear you jumping over the fence to get in, so I decided to go over and greet you! I did the same thing, you see, hehe...” She said, giggling to herself. Laverne looked back at them, a straight face hiding their annoyance at Glitch’s harassment.
“And I’m Laverne. I do believe that it’s best to keep a low profile in these situations, so it’s best for us to stay away from each other. If we make a scene and are caught, we’ll be kicked out of here, and I’m sure you’d rather-” “Boooooooooooooring!” Glitch interrupted Laverne with a loud shout, attracting the attention of some of the resortgoers, who’d begun murmuring between themselves. Laverne knew they needed to get away from this person if they wanted to stay in the resort.
“Hmm. Feel free to do whatever you want, Glitch, but I’m just here to relax, so I’ll be keeping a low profile. Here, take this and go find something fun to do.” Laverne said, taking a ten dollar bill out of their wallet and tossing it in the air, leaving Glitch to chase after it while they slunk away.
Glitch, on her end, was quite pleased by the bribe, and immediately found herself spending it all on snacks which she quickly gobbled up. With the bribe money and snacks gone, she once again found herself thinking of what to do, keeping an ear out for interesting occurrences. A little boy slipping into the pool, an arguing couple, Laverne talking with a staff member about something…
She decided to focus on the latter, and managed to pick up on their conversation. Laverne was mentioning some sort of nuisance that had snuck into the pool, a short woman who was currently in the- wait. They were talking about HER, weren’t they?! They were trying to get her kicked out!
Gasping out loud at the sheer audacity, Glitch was utterly shocked! This person, whom she had seen as a kind benefactor who had given her spending money, a comrade who had snuck into the resort just like she had, was trying to get her kicked out! “Hrrrggh…” She growled in annoyance. Laverne had just made this personal! They were trying to get her kicked out? Nonsense! She’d get them kicked out instead!
Laverne, meanwhile, hadn’t been successful in getting the staff to escort Glitch out of the premises. Something about them not having “sufficient evidence”, apparently. They turned over to look at her, only to realize that she had caught onto their attempts, as evidenced by her angry expression and the fact that her stand was out, staring at them as well. She pointed over to Laverne menacingly, her body language practically screaming ‘I’ll get you kicked out instead, just you wait!’.
“Tch,” This wasn’t perfect, but no matter. Laverne looked around the pool area, taking everything in. The positions of the employees, the items in the area, and the resortgoers… All predictable. The one anomaly was her, Glitch. She seemed so odd, with her utterly simple desires and her desire to one-up them. Laverne was an expert of deduction, but their expertise was completely unnecessary when it came to trying to tell what this woman was thinking.
She wanted to challenge Laverne? So be it. They were sure they weren’t going to lose.
OPEN THE GAME! (credit to magistelles for the image!)
Location: A fenced-off area with two pools, one regular (20x48) pool and one diving pool (20x20, very deep), one of many such areas within The Devil Blue. The whole area is 80 meters long and 44 meters wide, each tile being 4x4 meters. The light grey areas on the map are the walkways, and the light green ones are grassy areas on the side of the pool. The dark grey paths going over the pool are bridges, tall enough that they can be passed under. The purple rectangles indicate the positions of the diving boards, one being 1 meter tall, one being 5 meters tall, the final being 10 meters tall. The brown tiles represent the bar area.
All across the pool’s perimeter on the walkways, there are many lounging chairs for relaxation and umbrellas for shade, with resortgoers occupying many of them. A few are situated on the grass as well. Some of the resortgoers have left their bags on the loungers, containing a variety of different items that one might take to the pool, alongside cash and their room keycards. There’s also the bar area, serving basic food and drinks to whomever may need it, provided they have the cash for it.
Goal: Get the employees in The Devil Blue to kick your opponent out! If you act overly suspicious, the resort employees will ask you for your room keycard and attempt to investigate you.
While the employees won’t bother you unless you bother them first, they’ve got a few rules they expect you to keep:
  • You must have a keycard to be within the pool
  • Don’t bother or attack the other resortgoers and ruin their stay
  • Don’t carry any dangerous objects within the pool area
  • Don’t destroy any resort property
If the employees spot you breaking any of the rules, or are given evidence of you doing so, they will begin questioning you and ask for your room keycard. If one is shown to them, they will let you off with a warning, and if one isn’t, they will kick you out. After you’re let off with a warning, you will be kicked out if you’re reported and approached an additional time.
Additional Information: Resortgoers can be found all around the area, with 222 physicals and a 3 in “dear god just let me calm down in peace”. Unless you’re really annoying them, they’ll try to ignore you and go on with their lives, and if you do annoy them enough, they’ll complain about you to the employees.
The employees are situated mostly around the bar area and around the gates, but are also dotted around the perimeter of the pool, overlooking the goings-on of it, though they’re situated sparsely enough that there’s substantial “deadzones” that their sight doesn’t ordinarily cover. They have 222 stats, and a 4 in collective memory - they communicate with each other efficiently, remember your faces and which keycard you supposedly have, and will call you out if they spot you breaking any of the rules multiple times.
Any stand users that are currently within the area, if there even are any, don’t seem to really care about you letting your stands out and won’t pay it any mind. However, if any resortgoer is injured in a severe capacity due to your stands for a reason that can’t be explained away as anything else, the pool will be closed and you will lose the match.
Team Combatant JoJolity
Graveyard Shift Tiger “Glitch” Ricky “My tail is second only to my face! I want to rub it on my teeth and then lick it back all pretty!” Though Laverne has interrupted your plans somewhat, the reason you came to the pool in the first place was to have fun, and you’re not gonna let that change! Make sure to have as much fun as possible while trying to get Laverne kicked out!
Red Carpet Rennaisance Laverne Cassiel “Look! My right hand! It turned back into wood again! It’s not gonna turn back into a hand anymore! This is bad, Toshizaku!” As opposed to Glitch, you’re not the type to be so blatant about your actions and attempts at kicking Glitch out. Remain subtle throughout your strategy, make sure that your clay statues aren’t exposed for what they truly are in front of the bystanders!
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City In Black chapter 3: Old Flame

City In Black chapter 3: Old Flame
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I needed to step out for a while. Most of what happened after the match was a blur. Medical staff left me alone after they found out I only had minor wounds and instead focused on the more grievously injured. I doubted there were many survivors. I really hoped Hank was okay. I had no idea how that man could fight through those injuries. After I got out of the arena, I was hounded by rabid fans riding the high of the carnage. They still cheered me on even after the event, which had forced me to seek isolation outside along the shaded side of the warehouse. I needed time to think. I leaned back and gazed at the bustle of The Second’s Reverse Floor far above. At all of the lights flickering and drifting about. I could see the elevator I took down from here.
Tonight was filled with too many emotions. Both good and bad. The rush of authentic combat was something I haven't experienced in a long time, and never at the stakes I’d just endured. I knew being a Freelancer was dangerous, that’s why my parents spent a fortune on my augs in the first place, but I wondered if every job I’d end up doing would be this dangerous. Christ, this wasn’t even part of my current job, this was just me trying to find a setup! I was beginning to wonder if I was competent enough to be a Freelancer. The convoy heist was tomorrow. I spent all this time and I didn’t have any preparations done. Hell, I came here to find a Valkyrie and I might’ve ended up killing her or permanently damaging her in the process. She was my only lead. I might’ve really fucked this up.
I couldn’t afford to doubt myself though. Not after the money my parents sunk into me. Not after the eight years of arduous training I sunk into myself. Not after I sacrificed almost everything I held dear in life, including my body, so I could pursue this dream. I wanted this so bad, and I finally got it. This is where I wanted to be, so the only way I’d give up is if I went irreparably broke or died.
And with how much tiff I made in that match alone, I doubted it would be because of the former. With how things have been going tonight, however, the latter was seeming increasingly likely.
It felt amazing to be back in the ring again. The nostalgia was overbearing and I had to admit that the raving fans were an ego booster, even if I wasn’t in the mood to interact with them. Everything has felt so liquid and unsure since I stopped fighting here years ago. I was happier back then, it was all so clear. Win the next fight and be with my friends. Now for almost a decade I’ve been pursuing something I wasn’t sure would even work out. God I hoped things would fall into place.
The thrill from this return wasn’t worth it. I wish I could’ve left this part of my life in the past. Seeing what it was now, seeing who someone I once called family has turned into was like a perversion of my memories. It turned what was once bittersweet into heartbreak. I’m pretty sure Uncle G hates me, and now I hate him back. He wouldn’t put me through what he did if he still cared about me.
I let out a frustrated growl and looked down. I could see the drying blood still coating my foot and I remembered the man whose life I took. It was so violent and excessive and unnecessary yet it’s something I did. Something I did confidently. The scariest thing was how little it was bothering me. I’d anticipated having to do this one day. Freelancers are paid killers, and he was only the first of many if this played out right. Still, I thought it’d be harder to cope with. Maybe I was just a sociopathic bitch.
“Nala!” My name drew my attention to the corner I was hiding around. Aubrey peeked over, making sure I was here. Her tired face lit up upon seeing me. “Ah! I saw you hide over here, but I thought you needed some space.” Her face softened. “You seemed really off after the fight. Do you need more time to yourself?”
“Nah,” I shook my head. My thoughts weren’t good and I knew being alone wasn’t the best for me right now. “Some company sounds nice actually,” I told her, shifting my gaze back towards the sky.
“Ah,” she began, sliding up next to me and leaning against the wall too. I could feel her eyes on me. “What happened? I thought you didn’t want to fight?”
“I didn’t,” I confessed with a growl. “But I came here for the Valkyrie, and Big G was only gonna let me see her if I fought. I didn’t expect things to go the way they did though.”
“I was worried something like this would happen,” Aubrey admitted sympathetically. “G has been through a lot since you left. You’re not the only one who…” she stopped herself for a second but still continued. “Everything has worn on him. Nala, he’s not a good man anymore.”
“Yeah, I picked up on that,” I sneered before turning my head back to her. “You hear anything about how the Valkyrie and Hank are doing?”
Surprisingly, Aubrey snickered. “Oh I’m sure Hank’s fine. He’s been through much worse and recovered.” I raised a brow. The man was stabbed in the head and impaled. How much worse can you get? Then I remembered the cyborgs that got popped by the Valkyrie. I guess that’s worse. You can’t recover from that.
“As for the Valkyrie, I’m not sure. How hard did you hit her?”
“Hard,” I grimaced. The magical harpy didn’t give me much choice. “But that first uppercut she took would’ve ruined somebody unaugmented and she still got up from it. Either she has some dermal implants or Valkyries are naturally tougher, but I’m no expert. I’m hoping she pulls through.”
“Why’re you after her anyway? Is it a contract?”
I laughed. “Nah, actually. Can you believe it’s not? I heard she’s after the same target I am, and I need help.”
“So you’re going to ask the person you just kicked the shit out of for help?” she cringed.
“That’s the plan.”
“I hope there’s a plan B.”
***
The two of us went back inside to pull up a pair of stools at one of the food stalls and catch up some more. Well more Aubrey gushing about my fight. And I didn’t eat. My mind was too conflicted and filled with gory images. Hell, and despite a trip to the bathroom to try to clean up, I know I had some giblets stuck to me somewhere. Food was the last thing I wanted. I could sure use a drink though. And a long shower. But I’d have to wait awhile for that second one.
In the midst of our conversation, somebody tapped my shoulder and a soft voice caught my attention.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” Ma’am? I wasn’t nearly old enough for that shit. I turned, stunned to see the forest green hair and tattoos of the Valkyrie. She seemed off compared to when I’d seen her in the pit. Her hair was no longer flowing and her brown eyes were soft and gentle. Her tattoo like runes were a dull white instead of shining. She still wore the tank from the match, but had on a transparent jacket over it. About every second, a wave of bright color would wash over the piece of clothing, cycling through a selection of hues. Instead of normal leggings, now she wore a set of tight leather pants with combat boots. She also applied black lipstick and eyeliner. A bandage was wrapped around the top of her head, a little red seeping through. I couldn’t believe she was alright let alone up and moving already. What struck me most about her appearance, however, wasn’t the makeover or the fact that she wasn’t glowing. It was that she looked so meek. I noticed she was smaller than me in the fight, but now she just looked so… fragile.
“You’re up,” I forced out through my astonishment.
“Yeah, I heal very quickly,” she stated matter of factly in her quiet tone. “May I take a seat with you?”
“Sure?” I gestured to the empty stool to my left. She smiled politely and hopped onto the seat before getting the vendor’s attention to order. I gave Aubrey a glance and she just shot back a shrug, looking just as lost as I was.
Focusing back onto the Valkyrie, I noticed a small black battery on her back with a bunch of warnings of voltage and acid around the device. It was embedded in the jacket and was what the colored light spread from.
“I like your style,” I tried to break the ice once she finished ordering.
“Thanks! You look really nice yourself,” she returned with a sincere smile. “I love the hair.”
I was blown away. Not only that she was up and walking, but she was not at all what I expected. I must’ve sounded awkward as hell to her as I struggled to really take hold of the situation.
“I’m sorry,” I explained. “I’m just-”
“Surprised to see me kicking?” she interjected. “Yeah, I’m lucky. Even with my healing factor you really gave my noggin a good whollup,” she ended with a giggle. “That’s part of why I’m here, actually. I could tell you were holding back. I wanted to thank you for going easy on me even though I was trying really hard to kill you.” That last part really didn’t sound right in her tiny voice. “It’s not everyday I find somebody who can beat me, but you saw right through my limitations. I need to be more careful for people like you.”
“I wouldn’t say I went easy on you,” I confessed. “It was a struggle to stay ahead of you. But still I wasn’t trying to kill you. You’re…” I trailed off, picking my words carefully.
“I get it,” she assured with a wave of her hand. “I’m a rarity. Half the people in Titan think I’m a precious gem that should be protected. The other half wants to kill me simply for the status of being able to kill a Valkyrie.” She spoke so casually, like that wasn’t a huge deal.
“I meant I didn’t spare you for totally selfless reasons, if I’m being honest,” I explained. “Not that I wanted to kill you in the first place. I was coerced into that fight, and didn’t know what I was getting into.” I shook my head and continued. “Anyway, I need your help.”
“Oh?” she tilted her head in curiosity. “With what?”
“There’s a Daitech convoy moving through the lower floors sometime tomorrow hauling important cargo. A prisoner. I heard you were after it.”
“Oh...” she looked like she was thinking for a second. “Hm, if it was anyone else, I’d tell them I don’t know what they’re talking about. But after seeing you in action, bringing you along might not be a bad idea.” It sounded more like she was thinking out loud to herself. “I’ve been wanting to find more people to hit it with anyways, but I’ve been hesitant to ask anyone.”
“Social anxiety?” Aubrey offered jokingly.
“No,” she turned back to us. “I’m not sure who wants to murder me or not. Like I said, it seems like half the people out here want to end me.”
“Sheesh,” Aubrey cringed. “I know The Second isn’t the safest place, but I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“Not for you maybe,” she sighed. The vendor returned with the Valkyrie’s drink and she took a sip. I noticed his eyes lingering on her with a nervous expression. “It’s quite tiring. Strawberry Thunder had the perfect chance to kill me, however, and didn’t take it. I suppose I can trust you. And you seem quite skilled. I’m sure you’d be useful in pulling this off.”
“Please, call me Plan B if you’re going to call me anything,” I directed. “Strawberry Thunder is an old name I’d prefer to leave behind me. Plan B is my Freelancer alias.”
“Of course. You’re a Freelancer,” the Valkyrie chuckled and shook her head. “I’ve thought about getting into the profession. Call me Syra,” she introduced with a nod. Oh yeah, I remembered Big G calling her that in the match.
“Why’d you go with Plan B as an alias?” I heard Aubrey query.
“Freelancers usually work in teams,” I told her the spiel I’d heard over and over during training. “Whether temporary or permanent. Tackling a contract alone is often suicide. You have to find someone to cover your weaknesses. Most ops are done with stealth and subtlety, but I’ve never been so good at that. I’m good at rushing in and doing damage, so when stealth goes out the window, I’m Plan B.”
“So I can assume information gathering isn’t within your skill set?” Syra teased.
“That’s why I’m here,” I told her. “I heard you might have some information on the target. The fact that you can blow shit up with your mind is just a bonus.”
“You’re in luck, I know some, yes,” Syra established. “What do you know?”
“Only that it’s a Daitech convoy going through The Third tomorrow. I don’t know exactly where or when it’s supposed to be moving or anything else for that matter.”
“Well some new things I can tell you is that the convoy begins its journey at 17:00 starting from the Lyndon Rail Yard and is scheduled to arrive at the Lenore Raven Sky Port at 18:20. I’ve already scouted all possible routes and the only one fast enough to line up with that time frame has two points of interest that we could use. A small overpass over the highway, or the construction site of a casino along the side of the highway.
“The overpass I feel is more risky because of the lack of cover and obvious point of attack, but the casino has its own slew of issues to bypass. The most pressing one being the crew stationed there. I doubt they’d let two civilians just stroll onto their site with intentions of starting a firefight with a Corp.”
I blinked, trying to take that all in. “Wow you really did your homework.”
“It pays to be prepared,” she held her head up proudly and smiled before that pride turned into embarrassment. “Although I have no information on the vehicles or numbers we’re dealing with. And I feel we’d be going in woefully under gunned.”
“Maybe I can help out with that last bit,” I offered. I’d already pulled one burned bridge out of the ashes, albeit in a much worse state than when it was left in the fire. What was the harm in dredging another one from its wreckage?
“Aubrey.” The stocky woman looked at me, gulping down some noodles from her bowl. “Where can I find the Street Breed these days?”
***
The old factory was massive, and very much still functional. I stood across the barren street of the multistory, rectangular structure. Large pyres of smoke shot out from stacks of obelisks lining the roof above. The building was lined with windows emitting dull light and, in the silence of the night, you could hear the hum of multiple air conditioning units that were latched onto the place. The Breed must be doing very well for themselves if this was their base of operations.
I felt bad leaving Aubrey again. Only because I felt like she thought I was never going to return to the Underdown now that my business there was finished. It wasn’t finished. I wasn’t going to let Big G get off scot free. I was going to watch that place burn. It was no place of happiness to me anymore. I’d be back soon.
For now though, Syra had followed my bike in an unassuming grey sedan. Something she said she stole from someone on The First to keep a low profile. She promised they deserved it. The car contrasted greatly from my vibrant, bulky motorcycle and considering what she was, that was for the best. If news of her existence wasn’t well known before, her appearance at a fighting arena would cause Titan to explode with rumors. Blending in was the best idea.
The Valkyrie stood beside me, gazing at the factory as well. Her jacket changed its sheen from its previous see through form to a solid, glossy black, making it look like vinyl. She wore a pair of leather gloves to cover what little runes ran along her hands and zipped up, popping her collar to try to hide the markings on her neck and chest. I suggested she get a scarf to mask herself further. She took it into consideration but we didn’t have time to shop for accessories. Well, at least, not those kinds.
“The people here are trustworthy?” Syra asked, uncertainty in her gentle voice.
“I’m not sure after seeing Big G again,” I admitted. “But we need guns and gear, and these are the only contacts I know that can provide us with both.” I stepped forward waving for her to follow. We reached a reinforced door along the side of the place and I gave it a hardy knock. The metal on metal echoed loudly through the emptiness of the outside.
“Are you certain somebody will be here this late?” Syra’s eyes flicked around.
“They wouldn’t leave their assets unguarded. They’ll have somebody here at night.”
Right on cue, a small slit in the door about eye height slid open to reveal a blue, skeptical gaze from the other side.
“What do you want?” An unfamiliar voice interrogated curtly.
“We’re here to see Pup,” I informed him and the eyes grew more narrow.
“You groupies or something?” He didn’t wait for us to answer. “He ain’t here, he’s at home sleepin.”
“We aren’t groupies,” I growled, annoyed. “I’m an old friend of his. I need to speak with him. It’s important.” The man on the other side sized me up, still unsure.
“Old friend, huh? Give me a sec.” The slit closed and once again we were bathed in silence.
After only a moment the slit reopened and this time the blue eyes were replaced with what looked like two grey plates. There was a gasp from the other side of the door and the slit closed once more before the door swung open.
On the other side was an older man, looking dazed. He wore a leather jacket that covered most of his upper body, but his lower half had grey cargo shorts that showed off primitive, heavy set prosthetic legs that released steam around his joints. His head was adorned with spiky grey hair that extended into a pointy beard. A black bandanna with a circuit design wrapped around his forehead and his eyes were covered with a pair of metal plates. They somehow exaggerated his astounded expression.
“Nala?” He croaked out finally.
“Hey, Rot,” I returned with an awkward smile. “I’m back.”
My world was engulfed in the second hug of the night. A warm embrace that I couldn't help but return. I couldn’t have found someone better right off the bat. Rot was the biggest sweetheart back in the day. A little vulgar and cocky, but at the same time courteous and kind. He was one of mine and Pup’s biggest supporters when we got involved and probably one of the main reasons I was able to get so close to the MC.
After a good few seconds, Rot finally pulled away laughing in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he apologized, “I just wasn’t expecting you to… well still be alive!”
“Well I’m here,” I announced, still feeling weird. I didn’t think I’d see him again.
“Come in! Come in!” the old biker stepped further in and waved for us to follow. We obliged. “Either of you want a beer?” he called out to me and Syra as he noticed her. He walked around the corner, ducking into another room. “Man I thought this would be a boring shift…” I could hear him murmur to himself as he went.
“Yeah!” I shouted after him.
“None for me, thank you,” Syra told him nervously at the same time I spoke.
To our side sat a young man in similar biker clothes, with short black hair and a septum ring. He eyed us suspiciously without a word. I did my best to ignore him for the small moment we had to deal with his stare, but I saw Syra sneer back at him, challenging him. The man didn’t seem to care.
Rot came back with two cans of Sierra Sunrise. My favorite brand! I couldn’t believe he remembered! He handed both of us a can, Syra looking almost offended. I eagerly opened mine up and took a sip while Syra looked at hers like it was a wounded puppy.
“So I bet you’re wanting to talk to Pup, eh?” Rot asked with a smile. “The boss’ll be thrilled to see you!” I felt a pit grow in my stomach and I took a deep gulp of my drink. I wasn’t so sure. Rot had always been an optimist, but I doubted Pup wouldn’t feel any resentment towards me after I ditched everyone. I know it must’ve hurt him more than anyone else. That was my biggest regret about what I did.
“Yeah, I bet,” I beamed back at him, masking my worry as best as I could.
“Yo, Rot, who’re these bimbos?” the young dude to our side snarled. Rot’s expression did a 180 and slowly adjusted his gaze to the guy with the attitude.
“I get why you’re distrustful, prospect, but this is the boss’s ex old lady, and a good friend of the club. So show some fucking respect.”
“If she’s Pup’s ex then I don’t see why she’s important enough to let her inside when we’re on alert,” the prospect shot back without skipping a beat.
“Hey, Nala’s done more for the Street Breed than you can fuckin imagine! She was practically one of us at one point!”
“Then where’s she been while we’ve been dealing with the Corps and The Pack?” It didn’t hit me until now just how tired they both looked. It helped explain why the prospect was so irritated. Rot’s cheerful attitude hid most of his exhaustion, but he didn’t carry himself the way he had before. He always had a pep to his step, but now he moved sluggishly and had a slight hunch. Of course, that could’ve just been him getting older, but I think there’s more to it.
“That’s a good question actually,” Rot turned back to me. “Though it could do with a little less sass. Where have you been? Does it have to do with that new steel you’re packin? Don’t think I didn’t notice that.”
“I’ve been training,” I told him honestly. “I’m a Freelancer now.”
“You let a Freelancer in here!?” The prospect rose, fury in his eyes. “I don’t care what kind of connection to us she had before, who knows who she could be working for!!”
“Gecko, calm down!” Rot snapped back. “You really don’t understand what’s happening here.”
“I understand you’re too trusting, old man!” And with the flip of a switch, the prospect, Gecko’s face went white. “Oh shit.”
Rot, to his credit, remained neutral towards the younger man’s outburst. Yet as he stepped closer to Gecko, the prospect trembled.
“Look, Rot, I’m just wor-” he was cut off by Rot’s fist barreling into his face. The one swift punch was all that was needed to knock the prospect back in his chair, out like a light.
Rot shook his hand and flexed his fingers like he wasn’t expecting himself to hit Gecko that hard.
“Sorry about that,” Rot apologized. “Normally I wouldn’t resort to something like that so quickly, but it’s been a long few days and I really didn’t feel like dealing with his shit.”
“I’m not going to complain about talking without him,” Syra assured, still staring the unconscious man down.
“Yeah he seemed like an asshole,” I added.
“He’s just on edge,” Rot defended the prospect. “Like I said, it’s been a long few days. Anyway, you’re a Freelancer now! Wow! Given our trade, I’m guessing you’re here on business then?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, still feeling that pit in my stomach. “But I do want to see how Pup is doing.”
“I bet you do,” Rot chuckled. “He’s at home getting some rest, but I don’t think he’ll be upset at me for waking him when he finds out you’re here.” He pulled out a phone before adding. “Then we can talk business.”
***
Time went by agonizingly slow since Rot made the call to Pup. The old biker didn’t mention why Pup needed to rush over here, but he’d made it clear that it was good news. The three of us sat in a lounge area, Rot standing behind a bar and me sitting on a stool. Syra sat a little ways away tucking herself into the corner of a couch, shifting uncomfortably. She seemed paranoid.
Meanwhile, I was filled with dread. The closer it got to me seeing Pup again, the more scared I got. I loved Pup once. I might still, but I don’t know the person he was now. I used to be closer to him than anyone else I’ve ever known. And then I left. I left when he needed me the most. After Zephos arrested half the Street Breed and his dad, who was the leader of the club, Bison, got a life sentence. Pup had to take the reins and lead the struggling club at only twenty three, and I vanished without a word.
God, he’ll be furious at me. Will he hate me? Does he even want to see me again? I wish Rot told him about me over the phone so I could hear it from Rot instead of seeing it on Pup’s face when he gets here. What would he even think about my new body? Would he be disgusted? I tried to drown my thoughts out in whiskey and conversation with Rot, but it wasn’t working.
“So who’s your friend?” Rot asked in a friendly tone, gesturing toward the Valkyrie.
“That’s Syra,” I told him. “She’s not a Freelancer, but she’s skilled and helping me with my current contract.”
“Like hired help or something?”
“Not really.” That never occurred to me until now. “Hey, Syra?” I grabbed her attention. “Why are you after the convoy anyway?”
“Oh,” she began. “I need to talk to the prisoner.”
“That’s… vague. You’re not gonna kill them are you?” She gave me an earnest laugh, letting her loosen up for just a second.
“No, no. I assure you I won’t harm them. They were subdued while investigating Daitech and I believe they found out information I want.”
“Well okay then, as long as I can safely deliver them after.” I turned back to Rot who’s expression had turned dire.
“Daitech, huh?” His tone was more serious than I ever heard before. “So this involves them,”
“Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”
“Considering they’re breathing down our necks right now, it seems pretty fuckin suspicious that a Freelancer shows up talking about knocking over a convoy of theirs.” Oh no, not this shit again.
“Oh my god, please, Rot,” I groaned, really not wanting to go down this road for a second time tonight. “Big G already mistook me for Corp and tried to kill me. I’m really not in the mood.”
“You’ve been to the Underdown? Why did he think you were Corp?” Rot interrogated accusingly. Oh shit, I fucked up.
“Because,” I sighed in resignation and waved to Syra, who looked up nervously. “I was looking for her.”
“Why’d he think the Corp wanted her?”
The Valkyrie and I locked eyes. She looked doubtful, but I gave her a nod. I could tell she still didn’t like it, but she reached back for the small battery on her back and clicked a button. The black, glossy material faded into its transparent form.
I could see Rot’s brow raise when he caught sight of her runes, astounded.
“Is she legit or are those only tattoos?”
Without the need to coax her, Syra’s eyes began to glow like they did when I was in the pit with her. Her runes illuminated in a color matching her glare while her green hair flowed and sparked with energy.
“H-holy shit…” Rot stammered. Once she decided the biker had his fill, Syra’s light simmered and her hair settled. She reached back to turn her jacket to its dark sheen once more.
“You realize,” Rot struggled, still clearly taken aback, “Almost all of the Valkyries are under Corporate control.”
“I’m not,” Syra took her turn to argue. “I went to Big G to earn some cash for supplies in this heist. Cage fighting sounded like easy money with my abilities. He promised me a fair sum if I just appeared in a surprise match to boost the Underdown’s reputation. He didn’t want me to stick around after that since he knew the Corp would come looking for me.” Her eyes were no longer anxious. Instead her anxiety was replaced with determination. “I can promise you, sir, I don’t serve anyone but myself, and my goals will harm no one but the Corps themselves.”
The look in her eyes would’ve been enough for me. There was something about the Valkyrie that struck me. Looking at her now almost made me think we were back at the Underdown, slugging it out again. I could tell Rot was still reluctant, however, but he relented.
“Fine,” he concluded. “I really want to believe you. So I’ll believe you. I hope I’m not killing this club by doing this.”
“Rot,” I promised, taking his organic hand in my cold, steel one. “I swear this’ll be fine.”
***
The next few minutes were spent with small talk. The cheerful energy Rot displayed before we mentioned Daitech was gone though. And it only further served the growing worry inside me. Each second that ticked by brought me closer and closer to Pup.
Then the door opened.
“Rot, why is Gecko pa-” his eyes met mine and I could see those beautiful blue orbs light up. He looked so different. So much older. His short, black hair was messy and faded. I could see wiring and neural implants that weren’t there before. He had the new addition of gauges and wiring going down his shallow cheek down from his eye to his chin, telling me he had some sort of optical augment. He had a short, unkempt beard that I’m pretty sure he had because he didn’t find the time to shave. And much like Rot and Gecko, he looked so tired. Dark creases rested below his eyes, and his eyes themselves were those of somebody that had seen too much. Yet he still held himself tall and confidently.
I noticed he wore a messy flannel underneath the same jacket he had years ago. A jacket that had gotten many new additions much like the man who wore it. It was reinforced with armor. I could see the shapes of the plates beneath the old leather. More plates lined the arms and wiring ran down beneath the armpit and up to a small flashlight mounted on his shoulder. My gaze traveled down, seeing worn jeans and black combat boots with a long holster on his side. The wood grip of an old lever action rested within.
He looked ready for action. I wondered if it was because of Daitech or if he was always this armed and armored now.
I don’t know how long we just stared at each other like that, it felt like eons, but in reality it was probably just for a second. Eventually, Pup broke the silence, his wide eyes settling into a more neutral, tired look.
“Nala?” his voice was more gravelly than I remembered. “If I knew you showed up I would’ve cleaned myself up a little.”
Jokes were a good sign right? I could feel my heart pounding.
“Yeah, you look like shit,” I replied with a playful laugh. Fuck! The first thing I tell him after all this time is that he looks awful! But he gave me a small smile. It faded back to an indifferent stare.
“So, what do you want?” His voice was monotone and uncaring. I felt that anxiety creeping through me, causing me to stammer.
“I-I’m a Freelancer,” I told him in a shaky voice, taken aback by his tone.
“We need guns and armor,” Syra interjected for me, looking at me mildly confused. She didn’t understand my situation.
“They’re tipping a Daitech convoy tomorrow,” Rot added. “And don’t worry, I’ve talked to them already, they’re clean.”
“Yeah, what they said,” I finished, embarrassed. Pup stared at no one in particular for a moment, thinking.
“I’m gonna guess you need some higher level gear then,” Pup pondered, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket along with a lighter and lighting one up. When’d he start smoking? “How much money do you two got?”
“Between the two of us,” Syra answered, “we have a fair bit of tiff.”
“Well you’re in luck then,” Pup took a huff of his stick and blew out a puff of smoke. “We got our hands on a fresh shipment of valuable Daitech loot.” He seemed so business. I noticed he didn’t put his eyes on me since the initial shock of seeing me.
“If you’ll follow me,” he began walking towards another door, gesturing for us to come with him. Syra and I both rose, but Rot stayed behind at the bar, looking sympathetic.
We stepped through the door and into a much wider area. Conveyors and machines of all kinds surrounded us, all of which were currently on, filling the air with sounds of manufacturing. Catwalks were sprawled out above, all barren and connecting to various rooms on a second floor. I would’ve been more curious about it all if my mind wasn’t so caught up on Pup. I could see the man in front of me dropping embers from his cig, using the concrete below our feet as an ashtray.
From behind, I could see the patches on his back. The sharp stylization of Street Breed labeling the jacket along with the MC’s logo of the side profile of a brown wolf head snarling and an automatic rifle crossing behind it. I couldn’t help but give a little smirk seeing he was still shorter than me. It wasn’t very surprising, not many people were taller than me, but I found it amusing. He was larger than Syra, at least.
We stepped into an office that’d been converted to an armory. Pup unlocked the door and I could see the walls were lined with racks of guns of all shapes and sizes. Some were so large they looked like they were meant to be mounted on vehicles. Along the wall adjacent to the entrance hung a half dozen uniform outfits. They were all dull grey, heavy industrial looking coats padded out with thick steel armor. Matching pants hung beside each and even armored boots sat below every outfit. Gas masks were displayed above every one as well. A rifle that was partially dismantled laid across an old desk with various tools scattered about underneath a lit lamp.
“Shit,” Pup began, looking over the parts of the weapon. “Looks like Roo’s been playing with the goods.” It was clear he was thinking out loud and wasn’t directed to us. “Anyway, this is all our high end equipment courtesy of Daitech. If you’re planning on going stealthy, you might want to get a couple sets of these.”
He pointed towards the armored suits. “These are Daitech Covert Heavy Miner Combat Rigs. They’re meant for combat inside industrial and mining areas. Been seeing a lot of these being moved around for some reason. They’d still be very effective in the city, and would keep you masked. The armor covers most of your body, the masks themselves have tinted visors, and they have a setting to dull your colors so you don’t have to worry about your hair. They’re a thousand tiff per set. As for weapons, take a look around and see if something strikes you.”
He was so straightforward with his selling points, and still refused to look directly at me. With an internal sigh, I instead focused on the selection around me. I liked the .45 I kept on my hip, but no doubt this heist called for something with more kick. Convoy usually meant armored vehicles and lots of guards. I wanted something big, and thankfully size and power wasn’t a hindrance to me anymore. My augmented limbs, enhanced muscles, and reinforced bones meant I was several times stronger than any all organic human.
My eyes settled on a long, boxy rifle. It looked to be a long ranged weapon if the scope told me anything. The rounds it used must’ve been gigantic with its thick clip size and it sported a vertical hand grip for stability. It was also painted a soft, dark blue which I thought looked nice.
I hefted it off the wall and turned to Pup, who for the first time since he walked into the lounge, looked me in the eyes. “How much for this?”
“Ah, the Daitech .50 cal marksman rifle. Semi auto featuring an adjustable zoom scope, vertical grip, and laser sight. That’d run you about fifteen hundred.” I was really happy I got that extra spending cash from the Underdown. “You sure you want that?” Pup asked, still masking any emotions towards me. “Nobody here has the augs to properly use that thing. Think you can handle it?”
“Trust me, it won’t be a problem.”
***
I sat in the lounge with Pup. I told him I wanted to talk. Syra had already left with a newly purchased AR as well as her armor. She told me she had a safe place to hide out until tomorrow and we made plans to meet up at the east elevator to the Third at noon. Now I stood at the bar with my freshly bought rifle leaning against the counter beside me. A case filled with my armor and a dozen clips for my rifle, running me fifty tiff each rested to my other side. Big G more than paid for the gear for this heist. At least something good came out of the Underdown mess.
“So,” Pup began after pouring us both a shot of whiskey from the other side of the counter. “I don’t think this talk will go how you’d hoped.”
“That’s fine,” I told him, taking the shot and downing it. The burn helped me a little. “I wasn’t hoping for much anyway.” We both stood in silence for a little bit while we tried to articulate our feelings.
“This was a really bad time,” the biker started finally. “For you to show up I mean. Daitech has been on our asses, we’re all worn out and on edge. A Freelancer showing up on our doorstep doesn’t help. The others will likely be pissed once they find out, and it’ll just add to their stress when they find out it was you.”
“I’m sorry,” I gave him. “I didn’t know. I didn’t have anyone else to turn to with this kind of deal.” There was another bout of silence. “That’s not all I’m sorry for. I know I fucked you over and-”
“Save it,” Pup snapped back. I flinched at the response. I think he was harsher than he meant to be, because once he saw my reaction he softened and gave me an apologetic look. “You hurt me a lot. More than I could ever say.” He poured another shot and twirled it in his hand for a moment, searching for the right words. “It’s nice to see you’re okay after so long. I worried about you so much. But, Nala,” he looked into my bright green eyes, “I don’t love you anymore.” I knew that’d be the case, but it still stung to hear those words. I clenched my hand so hard the shot glass in my grasp cracked and I let my gaze drift down to it. “And, frankly, I don’t think you’d love who I am now. I don’t know what’s gone on with you in the past eight years and, honestly, I’m not sure I wanna know.”
“I…” I fished for words. I don’t know what I was expecting. Nothing good. But even knowing that, hearing what he was saying was no less difficult. It felt like all of my nervousness that’d been piled up since I got here exploded in a nauseating wave of depression. It was like my chest wanted to cave in on itself and I couldn’t think of what I wanted to say.
“Got nothing then?” Pup asked, disappointed. I drew a blank, all I could focus on was the emotions washing over me. “Alright,” the biker leader walked around the counter. “I’m going back to bed.”
As he reached the door, however, he turned around. I gave him a side glance as I propped up my forehead with my palm.
“Just because I don’t love you like I did, doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you.” He opened the door but didn’t leave yet. “I know somebody else that’ll want a stake in your op. I’ll give him a call and give you a little more backup. And once all this shit’s blown over…” He paused tentatively. “Come by again. Maybe we could start over as friends... Get some sleep, Nala.”
Then he left.
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I want 2k back so badly, or a rebuild.

Why is that after the NFL 100 season that the uniforms and stadiums don't change at all. All it should take is to replace the logos with normal NFL logo after the 2019-2020 season. How come the two most advance stadiums in all of sports arent in the game when its only a year out until the Rams, Chargers, and Raiders move to new stadiums in a year. How come the raiders stay in Oakland. Why can we not create-a-team like in the NHL games which has an almost perfect create-a-team. How come i cant sign free agents to custom contracts mid season. How come i cant see who retires until i notice when its too late, MLB The Show has a perfect season where at the end of the season they give you multiple screens about who retires, goes to the HOF, etc. Why are celebrations so bland, how come there arent mouth guards, visors, etc. Why are fans basically just sitting there i want to feel excited when i score a touchdown not just hear the same cheer when i score. The announcers suck and have the same lines every year, Brandon Gaudin still says San Diego Chargers when talking about them at moments. How come the presentation is so boring the helmet presentation is cool and pretty but its just bland no excitement in the announcers or fans doesn't help it. What makes me keep coming back to the game is when there is differences in the announcers how the "air" feels when its a stressful and important game to win. Why is this game scripted before you snap the ball and its terribly hidden when i can see my RT just completely miss a block on a HB Slip Screen. There shouldnt be meta plays and if there was meta plays there should be schemes to stop it but according to the newest tournament there isnt a scheme to stop the broken run game. Ultimate team is just a casino for little kids, rosters still aren't updated, players dont look like their nfl counterparts. All i have for now.
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Jae-eun Kwon the Meka support

Name: Jae-eun Kwon
Callsign: Casino
Age: 24
Nationality: South Korean
Affiliation: MEKA squad pilot (currently), Talon (currently), Formula 1 (formally)
Role: Support
Health: 300hp total (200 health, 100 armour)
Speed: 6 metres per second

Lore: Jae-eun Kwon had a long line of South Korean heritage, but his father moved to Monte-Carlo to work in the many casino’s that worked there, when he was young so he grew up heavily inspired with the annual Grand-Prix and decided he was to become a driver in the future.
Once he turned the legal age to compete, he went to the try-outs but could not beat his rival’s time so turned to the one person who he knew could help him, Maximilien. Jae-eun Kwon’s father was indebted to the Omnic for helping him with… other matters and worked closely with him in his Casino Monaco. Swearing himself loyal to Maximilien and his association Talon, Jae-eun Kwon entered the Grand-Prix and his rival mysteriously never turned up to compete.
After making it into the big leagues for many years, and nearly beating world records multiple times whilst making his way up to the Talon inner council, Jae-eun Kwon was forced to quit the sport after an effective immediate order from the South Korean government to help with the Gwishin Omnic attacks they were experiencing. Other council members were initially against him returning, but Maximilien managed to persuade them as it was another organisation they were infiltrating.
Now Jae-eun Kwon defends both his homeland using La Princesse Sereine and a more inconspicuous MEKA when working on missions for Talon.

Description: Casino rides a light green hoverbike which has a windscreen going over him and a pair of fins pointing backwards. The MEKA has a gun positioned just underneath the windscreen and a mortar found on top of the MEKA. Casino himself wears a mechanic’s jumpsuit/ overalls (shooting star cinematic) and a helmet with a dark visor which blocks his facial features from being seen.

P.O.V: User sees half a steering wheel along the bottom of their screen Casino’s hands, Casino pulls a bar on the back of the wheel and a pair of indicators (abilities).
Primary fire: Fusion Ray: Casino pulls on the trigger bar which is found along the top third backside of the steering wheel he uses.
Type: Beam
Beam width: 0.2m
Damage: 110per second
Maximum range: 20m
Ammo: ∞ Infinite
Headshot: X
Passive: Downdraft: All allies in a 15m radius receive a base healing at 25hp per second and enemies receive a – 10% speed debuff, self-healing at 20hp per second.
Ability 1: Jae-eun Kwon fires anti-healing grenades which when splash on enemies, have a -50% anti-heal whilst dealing damage to the enemies (there is a 1.0 second delay between shooting each grenade, MEKA can store 3 grenades like Junkrat’s mines. Grenades are shot from canon on top of the MEKA. If an enemy gets hit by a second or third grenade the 6 second timer resets).
Damage: 70 per grenade
Type: Arcing Projectile
Speed: 30meters per second
AoE: 5m diameter
Duration: 6 seconds
Cooldown: 1 grenade is generated every 8 seconds
Headshot: X
Animation: Jae-eun Kwon slides his right hand down to the right indicator and hits it down with the side of his fist, the indicator will return upright after a moment.
Ability 2: Boosters: Casino’s MEKA’s exhausts boost him forward, without falling.
Distance: 30 metres only on the horizontal axis
Speed: 10 metres per second
Cooldown: 5 seconds
Note: he cannot gain any height, but he cannot lose any height either allowing him to access new areas quickly without dying (e.g. Hanamura gap), can be cancelled early.
Animation: Jae-eun Kwon slides his left hand down to the left indicator and holds it down with the side of his fist, the indicator will return upright after letting go.
Ultimate: Enhancement module:
Range: 40m and LoS
Effect: everyone in LoS of Casino recieves a 1.5X damage buff and 1.5X the healing they recieve.
Voice line: “Enhancement module downloaded”
Animation: presses the palm of his right hand on the horn and holds it down for half a second. Cannot use the grenades during this animation
Voice lines:
Respawn: “Need to get back into first place”
Need healing: “Pit stop needed”
Ult charge: charging: “Approaching the last lap”
Ult charge: complete: “The race is on”
Hello: Clicks his right hand and points “Hey” “Yeoboseyo” “Bonjour” in a French, Korean accent
Cosmetics:
Duke: blue
King: purple
Prince: orange
Lord: Yellow
Gamble: White and green
Roulette: Black and red
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just tired of the bullshit at live low stakes games

I proposed a round of straddles since the game was slow, live $2/$5 MGMNH. This old guy said no, I said I can respect that and we all did it anyway. This other sleazy guy I specifically ask if he will straddle and he says yes. It gets to him, he pretends not to hear despite multiple people asking him.
I said, "There's always one dude at the end that backs out, and now he's pretending not to hear us". We snipe back and forth for a while and then the floor comes over to tells us to chill off and we move on. I call the move weak, he tells me I better drop it, I say be a man and stick to your word, he says idk what I'm talking about. The dude was just shocked at first because he's so surprised to actually get called out for his blatant bullshit. And this was after this dude had been getting all over this one woman's ass who had accidentally folded pre because she didn't see where the button was and pulled her cards back that were nowhere near the muck.
There's so many fucking sleazeballs at casinos always pulling this shit. And just in general. There's a few types of people there are old rich guys that dgaf about money and want to get out and be around people, they're cool. There's some sickos gambling, they're cool. These old Asian dudes that survived a fucking revolution and dont give a shit about the fact you have a range advantage because they've seen worse, they're cool. There's people in there 20's that watched some Doug Polk videos and are there to (try to) make money, they're cool. And then there are these sleazy middle aged losers with visors and sunglasses that play so bad and try to angle any edge they can and never get called out on there shit because the average person can't handle any confrontation, they're the fucking nut low and we need to collectively call them out on their bullshit.
I probably should have folded this post pre but whatever I'm taking a shit and passing the time by ranting on reddit so thanks for coming to my TED talk
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