Megablocks
Megablocks
You were right. I'd been thrashing the inside of my eyelid something fierce with the protuberance that the melted synth-sclera had malformed to after the cigarette stub pushed itself in there.

"HMV." I repeat, looking it over.

'Human Murder Vehicle.' Hiro chirps in my ear, unhelpfully.

"I'll leave Nobunaga out of this. I paid you, didn't I?"

And since I paid you, I guess I'm going through with this. I follow your chatter with careful step. You open up the back, and you weren't kidding.

The inside of it looks a half-sight— Hah, look at me. Half-sight. Classic.

It looks better on than most of the Ripperdoc and medic tent locations he'd been to outside of Night City. It probably looked better than many of the Ripper doc locations within Night City, but thankfully I hadn't had to visit many of them.

I hop up into the van, and get into the sling as it seemed to be the most likely place for me to be. Getting comfortable, I shift and gently rock the swing until it's support straps were comfortable under me.

Then you comment on my shoes, and I have to offer up a quirk of a grin.

"Real leather." I say, that brogue offering a spin on the 'ea' consonant. I was proud of my shoes, as well as the rest of my bespoke outfit. It was necessary, as were the teeth, and many of my other mannerisms. The Archaic, button-down pomp and circumstance of high-end Corporate dealings demanded a bit of performative dress.

I abided those rules neatly and without complaint.

"The Doc's been out, from what I've seen on the NET." I offer. Not like it mattered, You were my healer tonight. My ocular surgeon. The Synth-optic you were removing had a suite of visual upgrades on it, and I idly wonder how the new one would stack up to it. I keep my mouth shut for the time being though. If it was lacking, I'd have to pay someone else to put something high-end in, the next time I had the chance. First things first, and that was getting this damaged one out.

More rapidfire talk. I close both eyes, and take a deep breath.

Opening them, and I try to focus on the ceiling within the van.

"You find talking helps ease the mind of your patients?"

Because questions were my life. I was interested to know how rapid-fire statements treated you.

Megablocks
You were right. I'd been thrashing the inside of my eyelid something fierce with the protuberance that the melted synth-sclera had malformed to after the cigarette stub pushed itself in there.

"HMV." I repeat, looking it over.

'Human Murder Vehicle.' Hiro chirps in my ear, unhelpfully.

"I'll leave Nobunaga out of this. I paid you, didn't I?"

And since I paid you, I guess I'm going through with this. I follow your chatter with careful step. You open up the back, and you weren't kidding.

The inside of it looks a half-sight— Hah, look at me. Half-sight. Classic.

It looks better on than most of the Ripperdoc and medic tent locations he'd been to outside of Night City. It probably looked better than many of the Ripper doc locations within Night City, but thankfully I hadn't had to visit many of them.

I hop up into the van, and get into the sling as it seemed to be the most likely place for me to be. Getting comfortable, I shift and gently rock the swing until it's support straps were comfortable under me.

Then you comment on my shoes, and I have to offer up a quirk of a grin.

"Real leather." I say, that brogue offering a spin on the 'ea' consonant. I was proud of my shoes, as well as the rest of my bespoke outfit. It was necessary, as were the teeth, and many of my other mannerisms. The Archaic, button-down pomp and circumstance of high-end Corporate dealings demanded a bit of performative dress.

I abided those rules neatly and without complaint.

"The Doc's been out, from what I've seen on the NET." I offer. Not like it mattered, You were my healer tonight. My ocular surgeon. The Synth-optic you were removing had a suite of visual upgrades on it, and I idly wonder how the new one would stack up to it. I keep my mouth shut for the time being though. If it was lacking, I'd have to pay someone else to put something high-end in, the next time I had the chance. First things first, and that was getting this damaged one out.

More rapidfire talk. I close both eyes, and take a deep breath.

Opening them, and I try to focus on the ceiling within the van.

"You find talking helps ease the mind of your patients?"

Because questions were his life. He was interested to know how rapid-fire statements treated you.

shall we?

#r-stan

tes, i am

...His thumb smudged across my lips

Hi.
Still here?

tattled

Wanted all my friends to know. I will be away for awhile
Haveing 2 operations. Hope You all have a good time
Looking act Kelleigh congrad3s

exactly!

informed

Megablocks
((er, I cannot believe how ghoulish. Damn 3rd person creeping in))

steps in

wanders in for a bit...

Shout out to all the nice whispers and messages today…you people are awesome and I appreciate it….

Just come in and visit even if I’m not here..it’s almost summer…the beach is a fun place to hang…(I’ll leave the keys in the boats)

Nini hon. hugs

Megablocks
Hey! If she has any bounties please let her know. She can't imagine anyone paying enough for her to be worth your time. If nothing else you'd have to listen to her talk the whole time. There is only one person who would pay good money to have her and he's gonna want her alive!

YAY MORTAL ENEMY!

So, basically she chummed up the waters good. Sure, the beginning of a feeding frenzy is fun. Then the food runs out and the frenzy takes over. So snatch fast and run far. Though honestly, you live at a different level than she does, so maybe that isn't the way it works for your class.

Oh! Oh she knows what Paz is. She's a *$%@)$. Oh yeah. Though she did cry when she heard Maul died. If Paz was dead, it was because he died first. Otherwise Maul would of ran right through who ever killed her. It would of been spectacular.

She's seen that elevator lay down decimation just because it was his job. She's seen him fight when Iridia was on the line. It wasn't something you wanted to be in front of. Trust her on THAT. Though he was her nicest kidnapper.

She nodded. Yeah. Hey! Pork hot noods. She hopped down and took a bag from the window. She passed it to you and walked down the block to the alley that had the HMV.

Oh by the way. You have to promise to keep chill okay. I know what it looks like. It looks like I want it to look. I want it too look like it's got the heebee jeebees.

She was carrying her bowl of noodles. Yes she goes there with her own bowl. She drank the last of the broth and picked up the last pot sticker, she offered it to you.

She didn't know what Wagyu was. Was that the new fancy kind of dog they were serving up town?

She lead you down an alley, red lights started to glow ominously as she went down, until you could see the HMV bathed in ghoulish light.

Cool huh!!! I designed it myself. I have really talented friends.

I like it. *smiles* Ok you...off to bed I head...it was a long one

~out

Oh, that's nice!