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I don’t suppose there’s someone under your employ who would 8e a8le to sp8re some time to repair a 8roken prosthetic would there 8e?
I normally wouldn’t ask 8ut this is a pretty severe 8r8k and my attempts to fix it on my own have failed........
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The Great Fall
@carnifexgage // @tatteredguise
Dirk woke up this very early morning with unease. It had been a while since one of his solo missions of trying to get their attention enough for them to send someone who could potentially fill Dirk in about some inner TOAU things through potential torture. Unless they were willing to give up information without much resistance. But in any case, today was the day he was to set out on yet another mission of that kind, slowly moving to get up from his bed.
It didn’t take long for him to set out, only dressing up in rather casual clothes and not bothering to wear special equipment, even if Seb had told him not to go out without it. He couldn’t let TOAU to get their hands on something like that, if things were to go south. That was one of the things that the Resistance had, technology that TOAU didn’t have, made by a genius mercenary. He had pulled his grey and blonde hair into a small pony tail, white strands falling onto his face which he slicked back the slightest and out of his eyes.
With his trusty katana by his side, he made his way towards the nearest city. It wasn’t even 6AM, and sunlight could barely get through the thick green and grey clouds. With flashstep his journey was even shorter, making into the city and, as soon as he could, journeying up a building by climbing windows and pipes, up to the rooftops. Once he was up, he ran across the rooftops with ease. He might have looked like he had aged quite a lot, but his body carried him with ease, rolling upon landing and leaping across gaps.
He stopped, peering down at the quiet streets, lips pulled into a frown. He felt anxious. Something was off and everything in his mind was telling him to turn back, maybe this mission wasn’t worth the risk. His left hand pulled tighter around the sheathe of his katana, his body tense and expecting anything to come at him suddenly. Like a pulled back spring, ready to leap.
The city seemed just too quiet...
tatteredguise replied to your post:[pvt] Dirk
How do you fair little brother?
Fine. You ?
[pvt] Dirk
David.
