I mean I'm not some bit bdsm photographer or anything but I'm sure we can help you get more used to such things

((thank you for helping weave it. I've been around in one form or another.))

Walks up the sand a little ways and takes a seat, looking out across the ocean.

I’m saving it for tomorrow morning

Hi.. to you and luccee

sees the officer
another curtsy

~hello officer

(Yes it has been. Quite a while. I enjoyed that story we wove.

It is nice to see you are still here.)

Wwhat.. really.. shocked

Hello, all

at this point probably not. so I'll have to see if I can get in the mind space to give you what you need

((*nods and smiles*. Long time no see))

Stepping in.. off duty

young femboy enters
seeing the lovely Black Goddess

curtsy

~hello Ma’am

Happy Birthday WEEK, Miss cait!

Maybe some one will be comming in

Looks in, recognizing a name from long ago..

you didn't seem like it, thus I didn't offer

Dogtown
The drone swarm clatters to the ground. The quadbot goes into standby. Good enough. As for your question...

"That depends on how the next few minutes go." Echo's eyes were narrowed. His voice was colder than the metal he had locked in against your skin. The fury that was there before was replaced by something else. Chilled and detached calculation.

The spike-tendril slowly pulls back from your eye, arching up like a scorpion's tail and hovering over your head. Ready to drop straight into your brainstem if Echo snaps his fingers.

"You have a contact with Arasaka. I want their name."

Right away telling you that he knows who your handler works for. No bullshit. No wiggle room. No guessing games. One answer and one answer only will keep you alive for a few minutes longer. And just in case you needed any more motivation...

"You know what I did to Kurtz. I don't *NEED* you to find them."

Echo slowly starts to bring his fingers closer together. The metal shell around you starts to constrict. Pushing harder against your body as he demonstrates just how much control he has over the weapon he has wrapped around you.

The flowing vice keeps tightening until you say something.

settles in munching popcorn

Kick his butt, Echo!

Sorry i am not in that kind of mood