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Possibly, but I think it might be a bit before any new character would be introduced, since we'd have to pick you up on the road or in one of the arcs. But it'd be up to Dred regardless, so yeh.
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Ana simply stared, her arms crossed, at the little display that was going on in front of her. Normally, a gun pulled out and pointed at a comrade would have made her shoot someone in a moment. But, she wasn't in charge of this little team, and barely knew any of them enough to try and assert any sort of authority. So, instead, she watched, a little half smile on her face, as Alice and Krista had their little back and forth. Smoke dribbled from the corner of her mouth as the cigarette lost some length, and she turned her head a little as Leon spoke up again. She was about to make a remark about how you don't stop someone from stripping, but when Jack confirmed the threat of the boats and then some gunfire hit, playtime was over.

Her eyes narrowed at the bastards firing at them. Probably some 'oppressive' government who had gotten wind of who they were and where their shipment was going. Like Alice, she hurried over to the other mounted gun and began firing at the enemy vessels. Above the gunfire, she yelled to the other three, "If anyone knows of some grenade launchers on the ship, now would be a good time to grab them!" As a boat neared she gave it a good round of suppressive fire, causing it to back away. "At least we finally got some fun, right guys?"
Will try to post tomorrow morning before easter lunch. tried to last night but internet decided it was time to piss off while I was in the middle of my post and didn't return until I was ready to sleep.
Chosen Undead would have a pretty chill time in Skyrim.

Dovahkiin would work through Lordran until becoming the level of badassery of the Chosen Undead, and would return to become High King of Skyrim.

*returns to the murky depths of the lurk*
Ana sat in the ship, looking over the cargo. Smoke piled up on the ceiling as the last breaths of the cigarette faded away. She spit it onto the floor, and stomped a foot on it, the boot crashing loudly against the metal. She stood from the chair, and let out a sigh. Delivery jobs were boring as hell. This boat was boring as hell. No cellphone service meant she couldn't talk to some guys in Roanapur to pass the time, and since she doubted wifi was available in the middle of the ocean, she hadn't brought her laptop out to play some games to pass the time. She brought a foot up and kicked the wall with her heel, and muttered, "Fuckin' hell."

After a few more minutes of sulking in her boredom, the woman made her way up to the deck. As she exited, another cigarette stuck between her lips, she was just in time to get blasted by Leon's shouting. She let out a sigh and brought a pair of rectangular sunglasses out, and placed them over her eyes, the glare of sun on water harsh to her sensitive gaze. Then she turned in Leon's direction. "'Ey, keep it down, asshole," she said, pushing her hands into her coat pockets. "Easy job's an easy job, take it while ya can. Don't try to ruin our day with your worrying." Not that her day could get that much worse, but listening to some British fuck complain about his "bad feelings" wasn't something she wanted to spend her time doing.
Isn't worth getting mad over.
Meant to specify that, other than the pistols, those are only carried on her during missions. Regardless, I see the point, and will amend the weapons and will change skills.
*lurking intensifies*
Will have character done tonight.
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