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;-; why tho?
;-; why tho?
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Solaire was so fucking useful for Dunkstein and Slamough.
Joshua Ray, himself, was taken aback by the qualities Graham just presented.
He wants to reward... goodness? He wants to sponsor and foster better people? Not monsters? Not slave-soldiers?
A mild surprise, this was. "So... you're saying, what are you saying?", he mumbled out, before saluting and speaking up, his knees like jelly. He hated having to speak in crowds but god dammit, he had principles and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't have to break them. Of course...
"Sir, does... 'Honor' have a place in your.. uhh, 'order', sir?, He straightened up a bit more, and breathed a few breaths a tad heavier before calming down about having to talk in front of so many people. For his standards, anyway. "We're.. not going to act like a secret police force, or, needlessly kill people, or...-, he paused a bit, looking at Graham but avoiding his eyes in fear, "I'm not going to have to go into a quaint little town somewhere in the middle of the night and terrorize innocent people over a damn percentage, r-right?"
He went a bit quiet and looked away, shrinking like a kid who got into the cookie jar and was caught with red, crumby hands. "Uhhm... uhh.. if We're not gonna do that I won't complain. I'm fine with.. y'know... uhh...--", he took a step back, mumbling once more, "Lesser evils for the metaphorical greater good."
He wants to reward... goodness? He wants to sponsor and foster better people? Not monsters? Not slave-soldiers?
A mild surprise, this was. "So... you're saying, what are you saying?", he mumbled out, before saluting and speaking up, his knees like jelly. He hated having to speak in crowds but god dammit, he had principles and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't have to break them. Of course...
"Sir, does... 'Honor' have a place in your.. uhh, 'order', sir?, He straightened up a bit more, and breathed a few breaths a tad heavier before calming down about having to talk in front of so many people. For his standards, anyway. "We're.. not going to act like a secret police force, or, needlessly kill people, or...-, he paused a bit, looking at Graham but avoiding his eyes in fear, "I'm not going to have to go into a quaint little town somewhere in the middle of the night and terrorize innocent people over a damn percentage, r-right?"
He went a bit quiet and looked away, shrinking like a kid who got into the cookie jar and was caught with red, crumby hands. "Uhhm... uhh.. if We're not gonna do that I won't complain. I'm fine with.. y'know... uhh...--", he took a step back, mumbling once more, "Lesser evils for the metaphorical greater good."
I knew you guys would love Yeshua.
Truly, the post-apocalyptic world will never be the same.
Yuri Combatant Quest
Yeah, robodogdong? Nah, you guys are wrong.
The romance is more like
and you guys know it
The romance is more like
and you guys know itJoshua Ray
URTU-07 TRAM, SOMEWHERE IN NORTH AMERICA DEPOT STATION, NEW ANCHORAGE
Joshua, seeing they were near or effectively at their destination, retreated from the awkward situation and packed his few things. He didn't even require a duffle bag, grabbing his backpack with a few articles of clothing, a survivalists knife, a book of the same, and some snacks. Mostly gummy bears. Well, he did have a little logbook of his, but he was pretty sure every NC pilot had one of those. He scribbled a few notes about his experiences with an attached pencil while walking towards the exit of the tram, still hating the amount of people there.
Note to self:, he began writing, Feud with man that looks sort of like me possible now, steer clear cheer him up. Buy a drink? No could be seen as me hitting on him Give him snacks Yes, he put his little log and note-book in his backpack then finished getting off the train, seeing that two other pilots already found the man they were apparently supposed to meet. He walked over there and made himself visible, but only just, behind and beside the two women.
He simply waved to make sure he was seen, motioned to his neck to indicate he was an NC pilot, then waited in the 'corner' of the little 'group'... even though there weren't any actual corners. Still, he managed. Whatever response he got, he simply nodded and made sure to be only just visible.
He began absentmindedly scanning over and analyzing the two women he was next to. He couldn't think of any names but the older one certainly felt familiar, in the sense of a somewhat famous person you know you know, but you just can't name right now. Argylle? Anthony? Smitters? No, that one with the scrapyard...
He was sure he heard about her one time in his travels, certainly matched the description. Apparently an NC pilot that managed to 'retire'. Did this old lioness want to get back in the game? 'Can't blame her,--' he thought to himself, 'It's a nice gig, I suppose.'
Good shit fam, good shit.
I can't wait until they go to town together on some helpless mooks.
I can't wait until they go to town together on some helpless mooks.
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