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red(transistor) - affiliated with citta alveare citizen, district epsilon

[morteum]

and how could we forget the times we shared. ☼

[morteum]

     ⊰ ★ ⊱ Standing next a woman, her prompt is well received, unexpectedly. The brunette looks up toward the red headed woman, who fishes within her pocket and offers a single dollar - much more than she ever expected, but nonetheless Minako is ever grateful for this gift.

     “If you insist! I guess you’re right about the whole karma thing, but I really appreciate that!” she says, reaching out for the woman’s dollar. She pays little mind to the obnoxious guys gathered up and around the place, intent on speaking with Red.

     She looks kind and feels warm, and Minako feels there aren’t any discrepancies between what she seems to be and what she’s really like; laughing genially, she replies to her comment about the dollar menu. “Oh—well, I don’t have all that much money, I actually just got here! I know that sounds kind of funny, but I was just going to grab something to hold me over until I find this District Epsilon place! I don’t really know what they have to eat there, so I figured I’d stock up until then!”

     Minako’s insistent on reassuring the woman either way. “But if you want to hang out, I’ll hang out with you while you eat! What were you thinking of getting?:

[breachless-blog]

Another newcomer. Not entirely surprising, but it brings out a gentleness in Red that wasn't there before. She knows how disorienting it is to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Even waking up in a place you knew like the back of your hand was scary if you weren't there by will. Red would know.

"I'm in the mood for some fish, so..." she trails off, eyeing the menu again just to make sure she's got the right number. "Number five for me." Easy peasy.

She's already taken a liking to Minako's lighthearted personality. It's infectious, the way this girl smiles and laughs. For a moment, Red feels herself forgetting all the anger and indignation she bears. Of course, the reprieve doesn't last when she considers their living situation. She purses her lips, staring at a display case for kids' meals without really taking in her surroundings, as if she's looking beyond the walls.

District Epsilon shouldn't be too difficult to find. It's just a matter of counting down the Greek alphabet, really. Not to mention that's where Red herself is housed. "Epsilon, right? That's under sector five. I live there myself so I could show you how to reach it." It can't get more convenient than this. "We could have slumber parties and do our nails." Any semblance of normalcy can't hurt. Lord knows she's craving it.

[theformerace]

Well, she isn’t entirely wrong. He still heaves a sigh, though — how irritating, honestly.

“Sure, sure. Ya gotta good head on your shoulders, ya know? And I should be in an even worse mood from yer display of terrible manners. How’s that go again… ya shouldn’t offer advice unless it’s asked for? But…” A pause. “If I’m feelin’ pretty good, I’ll tell him no next time.”

[breachless-blog]

To her credit, she holds back the smirk that wants to dance upon her lips. It's nice to know this fellow isn't too prideful for a few words of wisdom.

"I guess you've got a point there." The gleam in her eyes is apologetic if nothing else. "Can I buy you a drink instead?"

[generaladvisorywarning-archive]

Including everyone was what Sindria was based on. It’d be downright hypocritical to turn citizens away just because of rank or lack thereof.

“Hmm perhaps. I’ll run the idea by Sinbad when I get the chance. Still, thank you for the thoughtful suggestion.”

[breachless-blog]

Her lips quirk into a cat-like grin, proud and self-assured.

Red teased, "It's okay if you don't use it. I won't hunt you down to ask why." Unlike some folks, she could be reasonable.

[omniwrenchings-deactivated20150]

“Medieval era? Sheesh, seems like this place will take anyone for this ‘experiment’.” Ratchet tilted his head at the sword. “Wow…” He looked back up at the lady in front of him. “Ah, name’s Ratchet. I’m sorta new here, if you couldn’t tell.”

[breachless-blog]

“It’s nice to meet you, Ratchet. I’m Red,” - she crossed her arms and bit back a grin - “I could kinda maybe totally tell, yeah. Nothing to be ashamed of. You need help finding anything? Or maybe you’ve got questions I can answer.”

[shotgunpresident-deactivated201]

“I’m an ambitious man. It comes with being born into a family of politicians. And yes, I’m aware. I’ve had little luck with getting help in my cause. It’s just a matter of finding the right people, I suppose.”

[breachless-blog]

“The way you market yourself would have an impact, too. Not that you should lie to people. The truth always gets out, one way or another.”

[generaladvisorywarning-archive]

“We had feasts and festivals, if those count. We usually involved most of the country and capital instead of holding private celebrations too often.”

“Maybe, but if it was just Sindria, it’d be our country. We could shorten it to Sindria Company, perhaps, if it does prove to be too unwieldy.”

[breachless-blog]

In all honestly, a public celebration sounded like a lot more fun than just some private function. The fact that everyone could participate made a huge difference.

“My vote’s still for STC. Maybe you could make a survey and tuck it in customers’ bags as they leave the store.”

[theformerace]

His interest piqued by the woman’s sudden commentary, he slides his gaze toward her and proceeds with a smirk.

“Ohhhh? What’s this? You shouldn’t go apologizin’ unless you’re gonna do somethin’ worth an apology. Good grief, it’s not like you’re the one who’s sendin’ me out on a fool’s errand here. But ya guessed that much — how perceptive of ya.”

[breachless-blog]

“Heeeeey. You and I both know I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just expressing sympathy. Been there, done that. It’s not fun running around a city on someone else’s behalf. Do it one too many times and you’ll get taken for granted.”

[generaladvisorywarning-archive]

“No, I’m not of noble standing; I’m simply an adviser and general. I also worked in the parliament, but, well, that job doesn’t really apply to anything at the moment.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and ah it’s The Sindria Trading Company.”

[breachless-blog]

“That sounds so fancy. Did you get to go to balls and dances?”

“The Sindria Trading Company. Bit of a mouthful, isn’t it? It might sound catchier if people just call it Sindria or STC.”

[shotgunpresident-deactivated201]

“I’ve already had to build my company from the ground up once. Before I was brought here, it was just about back on it’s feet. As long as I’m here, I may as well attempt to do it again. It’s better than simply waiting around for something to happen.”

[breachless-blog]

“Sounds ambitious. You’ll need a lot of people to pull that off.”

[shotgunpresident-deactivated201]

“Oh, I’m certain they are. But I couldn’t care less. They can say whatever they’d like, it’s of no consequence. If words were bullets I would have been dead long ago.”

[breachless-blog]

“So now that you’re here, without a company or employees, what happens? There are just as many bullets flying around as words.”

[generaladvisorywarning-archive]

“It’s a shop and stall where we buy and sell various precious goods. I’m not the one who owns it, however. That would be King Sinbad. I just take care of the paperwork, forms, and similar tasks.”

“You’re definitely welcome to drop by if you’re ever in the area. It’s a nice place if I do say so myself.”

[breachless-blog]

“ ‘King Sinbad’? Huh. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that there’s royalty here. Does that make you a duke or an earl of some sort?”

“I’ll have to take a look! What’s it called?”

[shotgunpresident-deactivated201]

“Young but more capable than my wasteful father who came before me. Yes, I did inherit the position. I heard no qualms from the ones who were under me when it happened.”

[breachless-blog]

“Maybe they’re too afraid to challenge you. Are you sure they aren’t saying nasty things behind your back?”

[shotgunpresident-deactivated201]

“Is that so? Then I suppose I’ll fit right in. I’m used to dealing with corruption. This city reminds me of the city that I once looked over, after all. It’s even sectioned similarly.”

[breachless-blog]

“You look a little young to be a politician. Did you inherit the position?”

[shotgunpresident-deactivated201]

“Ah, a bright new skyline. And plenty of interesting people, I presume.”

[breachless-blog]

“If by interesting you mean power-hungry, yeah, there’s plenty of corruption in these streets.”

[omniwrenchings-deactivated20150]

“Geez… this place is absolutely primitive. I mean, what, did someone throw me into the Demensionator while I was asleep or something? Because everything here is just so… not… home. Yeah. And what the heck are these?” He groaned, holding his replaced weapons.

“A wooden wrench? Really? Ugh, this sucks…”

[breachless-blog]

“Well, they have to even the playing field somehow. You’ve got people from the medieval era roaming around in the city, too.” Out of empathy, she rose her own wooden blade. Not very effective at all. “You’re... not human, so-- what should I be calling you?”

[theformerace]

“A store, or a market… let’s see… Man, what a pain in the ass. Can’t get his own damn food, I tell ya.”

A clearly discontent Abuto mutters this, groaning all the while he’s glancing at a map of the sector.

[breachless-blog]

“Does someone have you playing gopher in the city? I’m sorry to hear that.” Yet she’s amused, if only because this fellow seems too kindhearted for his own good.

[breachless-blog]

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[arrowsandneedles]

➳ Roy was well known for his show-boating, his flaunting and dancing around after his training with Deathstroke. He saw no reason not to hide his skill, though internally a darker side of him lurked; the addict, the attention starved teenager that was forced to grow up too quickly. When she stood with that calm unimpressed demeanour Roy knew he had to take her a little more seriously. His eyes under his mask squinted, fixed on the woman even in the thick night mist. 

“Oh sure, make me come down there.” He muttered. There was a part of him that proceeded with caution, another part was far too curious. Assassins came in all shapes and forms from his experience, but she did look rather out of place, even with that in mind. 

He sauntered toward a pile of crates with a building pully tied by a nearby suspension crane. jumping on top of the crate and then shooting an arrow at the pully cord which ripped through the air and gave Roy a makeshift elevator down - the crates landing with a loud thud right before he jumped off with acrobatic ease. 

“What do you want? I assume this is some sort of business call?” 

[breachless-blog]

Okay, that was impressive. She let loose a whistle as the man made his way towards her, not even minding that he clearly worked at his own pace. No doubt she would get her money’s worth.

Red set her hands upon her hips and gave a quick nod. “Yeah. It is. People say you’re one of the best.” And she would need the best of the best in order to get anywhere. Whatever the cost, she would put it up front. Whatever means was necessary to obtain that wealth, she would go through with it.

“What would it cost me to get everything you know about the scientists and to find out more?” If he wanted her motivations on top of that, she would wait until he prompted for them. No sense in wasting his time with her personal business; some people didn’t care to hear about it. “Your contacts, people you’d work well with... every bit helps.”