Suspicion That There is a Goblin Jacking Off Downstairs - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/11/2017
Log
Niles once again sits in the lobby, waiting for the team to show up. His suit is immaculate, his tie perfectly positioned. He is the very pinnacle of orderliness.
Beyond the fact that he seems to lack the ability to be bored by waiting. He seems to be using a calculator to solve some sort of problem. Clearly not one that he's familiar with. He sits on the uncomfortable folding metal chair, alone, erasing and writing as he goes on with the task. It is unlikely, that this is something he would appreciate help with.
Eventually he shakes his head, returning the calculator to a coat pocket. He must be done with it, in one of the several senses that "done" often has. Now, it seems, he is bored. In his mannerisms are the hallmarks of those unpleasant companies of anxiety and ennui.
Arris enters the RSX lobby. Having anticipated colder weather, sie came in a windbreaker, though sie still has hir swimsuit on underneath. Adjusting the rifle over hir shoulder, sie would take a quick glance around the RSX lobby before spotting the goblin whom sie heard was assigning the mission. "Hey, I heard there was a mission or something here?" Sie gives Niles a polite smile, recognising his face as that guy in a fursuit back at the carnival around Halloween.
Arris enters the RSX lobby. Having anticipated colder weather, sie came in a windbreaker, though sie still has hir swimsuit on underneath. Adjusting the rifle over hir shoulder, sie would take a quick glance around the RSX lobby before spotting the human whom sie heard was assigning the mission. "Hey, I heard there was a mission or something here?" Sie gives Niles a polite smile, recognising his face as that guy in a fursuit back at the carnival around Halloween.
Melan glances at their comm unit. Just in time, as the saunter in for the briefing. Their shoddy armor would hopefully suffice--their earlier altercation left it in some disrepair. They glance up from their wrist and open the door to the lobby, eager to get paid. Looks like they weren't the first to arrive.
Ebreus steps off the chopper, again having business in Woodfield taking him from his usual activities in Fairhaven and Eureka, and waists little time getting off the landing pad and making his way to the lobby of the RSX Building... his only regret in deciding to wear his armor being that none of the RSX Personel can see his new shirt, the one that broadcasts how he does more than they do, but it didn't really matter and antagonizing them with an accurate shirt probably wouldn't get him any deserved recognition anyway.
His helmet in its retracted position leaving his head visible... and unarmored for the timebeing, toating a small arsenal of high-powered weapons and being in the headquarters of one of the major factions he hardly felt any necessity of keeping the helmet up.
Aproaching Niles' spot in the lobby he noticed he wasn't the first one there, as usual for having to commute from Fairhaven, and aproaches the small group. "Greetings Niles, Arris, Melan." he says.
With a kick in his step and a smile one his face does a jackal wander into the main lobby of his old benefactors. He was fully geared up and ready to go, rearing to get involved in something exciting, dangerous, thrilling, even life-threatening, to fee the buzz, the adrenaline rush of making a change, going head-to-head with a worthy opponent, blood pumping and body reveling in the ecstasy of battle, the pain of his injuries making him feel so very much alive!
If he had to be honest with himself the jackal was looking at a boring salvage mission again, so he didn't have hopes all that high... Nearing the visibly bored out of his mind human, the canine simply greets with a nod and a two-finger salute, before turning to greet the others in the room.
"Arris, how's it hanging?" he asks warmly and gives the gator a bump, then flashes a smile at the odd smooth-skinned one as well. "Hi there. Otto's the name, here for the mission?" T'was then that Ebreus also comes into view, the jackal moving in to give his friend a playful punch on the shoulder "Eb, you bastard! Glad to see ya!" Tucking his paws into his pockets, the jackal retrieves a flask and takes a sip from its contents, the bitter swill within forcing his nose to scrunch up, though the bandages on the hand holding that flask hinted at something far more uncomfortable than some bitter swill. He shivers a bit before re-pocketing it, then turns to Niles and says "Alr-*urrrp*-ight, what's the deal?"
Niles may have recognized that gator. Almost certainly could have. But, ultimately, he did not want to acknowledge that, so he attempts to ignore hir, writing down hir name. To hir question, Niles just nods. It occurs to him, after seeing the smile on the gator's face, that perhaps his reaction did not improve the situation for him at all.
He makes note of the elf who arrives, and Ebreus, who he recognizes, "Hello Ebreus nice to see the primary source of RSX's funding, or so I hear."
"Huh. I don't think I've ever seen someone drink before a mission." He notices the bandages, "Oh. I guess that's not it then."
"So, Let's get started with the briefing"
"So. This is fairly simple, believe it or not." Niles says. "So don't fuck it up."
"Though, I doubt you can manage that without really trying at it." He sighs before continuing his rant, "So. Heinrich, is somehow in the position to obtain yet another Servo."
"The primary difference this time," His expression is pained, "He's asking for real money, rather than services we can provide."
"So I can give you a dispensation of-" He looks at the work he had been doing,and rubs his eyes, "10000 freecred. It is unlikely that 10000 freecred will be sufficient." He writes something down on a sheet of paper and displays it to the group, it reads "Management is being stingier than they usually are. Sorry."
"In any case, you are all to barter, haggle, but not steal, to ensure that you can obtain the servo. Since I see that several of you are returning from the previous assignment involving Heinrich, I will let you lead the new faces to the area. Take care now."
Arris
Melan makes eye contact with Otto, nodding at him. "Melan", he whispers to him, before turning and listening to the gig's details. Afterwards, he remains silent, gauging his new partners expressions on... job with a huge gray area. "So, anyone good at improvising?? he chuckles.
Arris would chuckle and return the booty bump to Otto, perhaps overdoing it a little with it and not realising. "Hey, Otto, I'm doing well, thanks, you? Oh, and Ebreus' here too. I don't think I've met you before, though." Sie gives the dark elf a nod. "Uh, my name's Arris. Yours is, Melan, I think I heard?" Sie would glance around at hir teammates once more. "So, who's this Heinrich guy?"
