Fenix Arsenal
"There's always a reason to hate corpos. Nomads just have the best one." So good, they'll live in the wasteland and wage war with just scrap to avenge their ancestors. The ones who ignored climate change.

His eyes. He blinks when you ask. The black lenses are still in place. He points at them while he explains.

"This is a Kyroshi Optics Engineering Suite. Hephaestus Model. It can scan tech to pinpoint repairs that need to be done. Feed me stored schematics when I'm building something. I even use it to find key components in wreckage when I'm out scrapping in the desert."

A moment before he considers how that sounds. "I mean, I can do the tech stuff without it. These just help me do multiple things at once." More brain power in different directions.

"I know Dylan would be thrilled to have someone else to build his gear." He grins. "But I have been thinking about hiring someone to help out. Most of the basic sales stuff is automated through the kiosk and self-organizing inventory racks. So you'd be doing mostly custom work. Repairs. Specialty orders. If you want to."

The bots all come equipped with a micro-tool suite on their undersides. In a minute, they'll be welding, drilling, hammering, and bending steel in a variety of directions. So he'll turn the corner, towards the employee side of the service desk, where it's not as noisy.

"Mmmmmm." Echo nods at your explanation. Not getting much more than that but understanding it perfectly. Who wanted to discuss such things in their past? He never did.

"Mi padre was an asshole. Sold mi mama out to a rival nomad nation." Well, maybe he will talk about it. Just this once. In an attempt to bridge the gap. Explain that he might possibly understand what you're going through.

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Deadeye Gun Range
He really just lives in this sort of mindset that works for him and what he does. It's difficult to explain, but both he and Diego had it.

Alejandro certainly realized that about Vargas as well. That she had a lot of experience that he did not. He nods.

"Probably." Nodding to your points though. He'll give you those. But it ultimately didn't change much for him. It might if he got to know these people of yours though. And he's trusting that it would be beneficial to him to do so if you push him that way.

A brief grin when you agree to give the weapon a go, and he'll note the way you respond to his question about Brixton Walsh, watching you carefully.

"You're .."

Then you apply lead to paper and he'll watch that too, though your comment gets a 'hmm' from him.

"It's got to be exhausting, even if you like it, no? .. Emotionally exhausting."

Silent as you fire, and then you share that next bit and you probably don't hear the light snort through ear protection.

"Sounds like a conversation that needs to happen with him. The Holly I know wouldn't drop someone she's been with for almost two years just because someone new is really hot....not that I know a lot about your love life ..." muttered mostly to himself as he leans against the table behind where you are with the weapon.

"Maybe you should talk to Lilou about it."

adder

Black

swan

song

(had to google that one!)

sirens

(had to google that one!)

siren

Steady

nymphs

I used to go bat-watching in Austin, Tx
It's an amazing spectacle.

lets my mind wander over things I could so now that I'm done with American Idol

rod

Ok folks let's roll with pride on the 22nd.

Let's start with performets who want to participate...hit me up.

Are we married to a venue or do we wanna switch it up.

Talk to me team!!!!

Deadeye Gun Range
Well she wasn't going to press the issue if you already ceded it.

Vargas was a viper of the highest order, but more than that: She was older than either of them. In their line of business. That's the most intimidating part, where you had to consider crow's feet and graying hair not as a sign of age, but survivability. Proof that she wielded a shrewd and pragmatic manner, one that survived all manner of opponents who may run the entire gamut of vicious.

…which made her think twice about any solution that would ever seem too simple or rely simply on thinking 'Nah, I'd win'.

"I think it's safe to assume the two know each other already, too. Might just be whatever happens, it's settled by them in negotiations, outside of our own awareness. Can only hope…" It made her feel like perhaps her best play going forward is just to shovel so much god damn money at Sinaloa that they couldn't afford to give her to Vargas.

…but with her looming debt to individuals who could easily be considered just as dangerous, ehhh…

When you offered her a turn, Holly set the tablet down by the table where boxes of the ammunition sat, and a third mag was halfway loaded before being set down. "Alright…"

Her shoulder was already a little achey from shooting the soviet ammo, and the military version of the gun was rated for the higher-pressure 135-grain rounds you'd brought in, what was loaded in. Not the polymer-cased training rounds, either…

"Me and Brix?" Holly's voice fumbled off of its near-robotic texture that she often took with you even as she fixed new paper to the target and sent it fluttering down to the end of the range in a hurry.

"…we're uh…" a telling delay as she sat, aimed the weapon while splitting its mass to her front elbow, tossing her hair a second to get it out of the way of her cheek, painting a few very patient dots.

"…I don't know, AJ. Some days I think he doesn't really care for Polyamory anymore…"

Four more in shockingly tight grouping, minus one straggler. A press of a button pulled the target back to her for examination as she fussed with calibration of the optic. "…and it doesn't help that Leo's like really… really hot."

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