2011-03-11, 22:39
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Goat Herder
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Join Date: Jun 2008
Age: 36
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Spoiler for Chapter 1 Scene 3:
“Don’t you look thrilled.”
Mesia looked up from the park bench she sat on, only to scramble and catch the canned drink tossed to her. She gave Roas an unamused look as he walked over to the bench to sit, and cracked open the tab on the can. “Today’s been weird,” she said before taking a sip. “Emil wanted me to drop the project I’m working on and drag out our Intelligent Device from storage. I can’t understand why.”
Roas merely gave the woman a sidelong glance and took a swig from his own drink. He knew this was going to happen; it had only been a matter of time. The woman continued, leaning back into the bench. “There’s been rumors flying about too, it’s ridiculous,” she revealed. “Some crazy story about the lab hiring a mercenary. Some of them are even saying that you’re the one they’re hiring!”
The technician shook her head in exasperation, clearly finding the idea ridiculous. Roas, however, simply looked on, knowing better than to assuage his friend’s fears with falsities. Lowering the can from his lips, he asked, “Would my hiring for such a role be that much of a problem?”
The woman looked over at him for a moment before realization dawned. “Oh, Roas, you can’t be serious,” she cried, dismayed.
His response was to look off and take a quick swig of his drink. “Valare wanted me to come in later today to pick up the Device,” he said after lowering the can.
Mesia uttered a soft curse, looking confused. “Why in the world are you being hired on as a mercenary?” she demanded.
“Because if Valare’s to be believed, Ailotana doesn’t really have any other choice,” responded her companion. He went on to explain the information that the businessman had revealed to him concerning the settlement’s state. By the time he was done, the woman had grown quiet.
“He never mentioned…” she started, looking distraught. “Never even hinted that…”
Abruptly, the woman stood up, causing Roas to blink in surprise. “Where are you going?”
“To the lab,” she said, sounding firm. “I need to talk to Emil about this.”
He sighed. Well, he might as well go pick up Lancel… “Alright, let’s go then,” he said as he stood up to follow her. “I have business there anyway.”
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