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The armored stranger didn’t speak at first, examining Spike’s injured leg with a quiet “Hrrm”, as if contemplating something. “Stab wound,” he muttered through a synthesized voice, more to himself. “Easier. No bullets to extract. Need to close it up, though.” The stranger pulled something from his utility belt that almost looked like some sort of paint gun. “Just stay calm. And you may wanna be biting down on something. This is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch, but it’ll patch you up.” He adjusted some sort of targeting system on the device, making it small enough to only cover the wound and not the surrounding clothes. Then he sprayed along the length of the cut, a greenish, foam-like substance forming over it, quickly hardening. Indeed, it would sting, but not nearly as much as it would as it regenerated any cut/lost skin and tissues.
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The armored bounty hunter took cover behind a part of the alley wall that stuck out just enough to provide temporary shelter from what would no doubt be a hailstorm of bullets, then motioned for Spike to do the same behind a dumpster on the opposite side. Sure enough, four men dressed in some kind of religiously-based robes came into sight. Their faces—presumably entire bodies—had undergone extensive modifications via cybernetic prosthesis.
“Eh, some obscure cult or whatever that subscribes to transhumanism. Said that humankind is destined to outgrow their biological functions and become one with the machine, or something like that.“ He was briefly interrupted by a bullet ricocheting just near his head. “I’ll just give you the pamphlet once we’re done here, but long story short: there may or may not have been a kill order put out on prominent members of the cult, and I may or may not have taken it, and they may or may not want my head on a stick. I just don’t know how they tracked both of us, though. I mean, they can track people with cybernetic implants, prosthetics, etc. Even something as simple as an eye. But neither of us has those, or I don’t, anyway.”
As the gunfire stopped briefly, presumably to reload, Ash leaned out, aiming his rifle and firing at what seemed to be a generator of some sort, which they were evidently too zealous or angry to notice. As soon as it impacted, bolts of electricity shot out from it. All too soon, the cultists began letting out glitched cries of agony, writhing and flopping about on the ground like fish dropped into a desert.
Null had seen the card, dismissed it as an art project or something like a prize out of a cereal box.
Did they still do that in this age? Were children still excitedly going to the the store every chance they got to get tye same cereal or snack? Hoping to collect enough box tops or tickets for a special toy or game?
Were there still exasperated parents keeping envelopes full of the things, happy but worried that the good behaviour would end with the package arrival?
Maybe.
But...that unnecessary tangent aside, Spike had offered him a courtesy. How sweet. More money would be good he supposes, though somehow...he doubts it'll go as planned.
Standing and stretching, Null replies after a moment
"We just introduced ourselves and already you're asking me out for some fun? Never would have thought you the type. No, I have nowhere to be, yes, I'd like to come along with you."
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☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?
(Hm...About 11 years? I started RPing around September-ish 2009 when I was about 10 years old. I got into it when a friend I made online started telling me about RPing and how it was kinda like playing with dolls but in text. I thought it was cool so I joined right in immediately! This was back when YouTube used to have a DM system so I would DM my friend through there for RP’s.
Obviously it was silly stuff, like our characters going to a candy land or trying to get school supplies, but it was fun stuff when you’re only a kid.)
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