#odyssey;

[yunalai]

IT'S DONE YIPPEE YIPPEE!!!!

[yunalai]

he is so proud of himself

[yunalai]

@bladesdanced from here;

it was none of her business.

well, at least to an outsider. but Qiyana had noticed the gaze and the constant updates through the man's well-blended but not quite perfect earpiece. and she was not going to let the Syndicate get to pinkie.

not before she did.

once outside, Qiyana was quick to wave away the gratitude.

" the Syndicate owes me money, so my business with them is suspended until I get paid. and nevertheless, I did not do it out of goodness of my heart, "

taking the cue to move, the mercenary carries on in a hushed tone, always keeping her eyes and ears attentive to any sort of ambush in their way, a pair of footsteps in the dark, a gun charging in the distance.

" I was looking for you. the templars gave me a job. but they insisted I come find you first. " a pause. she doubts there is any need to tell the other that any further details need to be discussed outside of the backwater planet they are standing on.

it doesn't seem like it will be a quick and easy task, though.

her ohmlatl trembles and vocalizes, calling for her attention. a grin breaks through Qiyana's lips.

" alley ahead, four of them. you ready? "

[yunalai]

@ionianwanderer from here;

pretty head? Qiyana's brow furrows deeply at his choice of wards, but she waves it away soon as a proper job offer is laid out for her. though, as much as the Morning Star would like it to, the thumbs up doesn't do a lot in getting her to take the task.

" an extraction? " she questions, dodging out of the way of his extended hand as if a dead rat was being extended to her.

" is this your first time doing business, Yasuo? I know all you have are a gaggle of misfits, but I was hoping to encounter more professionalism than this. "

hefting a heavy sigh, the princess-turned-mercenary takes their couch, sprawling her arms across the back as if she owned it. as if the ship was hers for the taking.

" location. duration. and how much you're paying me. if the odds are 'we will die if you don't come with us', I'm charging twenty-five percent extra. "

conveniently, her tablet rings a rhythmic tune. Qiyana only spares it a glance.

" and you better be convincing. otherwise, I have money to make just a couple of moons away. "