☮ 02; voice
[Tap Tap Tap. This is someone's finger impatiently tapping against some hard surface. Probably a desk. A minute or so passes, then there's a strained hrrrngh, manly grumble, trademark Big Boss. For someone who keeps others waiting on a regular basis, he has remarkably little patience himself.]
Hey, Kaz. Triela. There's something we need to talk about when I'm back. [Namely, what he's just heard from other Bounty Hunters lounging around here, about government surveillance. Excuse him if he's a little high-strung right now because of that.] I also want to move out before Wednesday, so pack your things if you have any.
For anyone else, if you're interested in signing up for Wasteland adventures [dry sarcasm,], I suggest you bring a lot of time. I didn't think it'd be that much of a ha--
[Step step step, WHUMP. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the sound of a pile of papers being deposited right in front of you - or rather, your CLD equipped arm. There's confused silence.]
There we go, [says a rather morose sounding voice, making no effort to come off as genuinely friendly.]
That's...more forms? [He already did fill out the basic stuff asking for his name, age, 'experience' (ha ha), etc -] You want me to fill out all of that? What for; I thought I'd just get to take a physical exam or something like that --
[and he's interrupted with a sigh right away; coming from someone who deals with people like him every day,] That's what everyone assumes, and then they don't think about the formalities. Do you know how many statutory requirements we have to adhere to, so that we can even run this business? Tch. You think this is an easy job.
I didn't say that --
Oh, and we also require you to deposit $200 in cash for your - [pause as he searches for the right word] Well. In case something happens to you, those recovery teams don't come cheap, Mr Big Boss, just...y'know. Just in case. You can take a credit by depositing something here if you don't have the money right now - after all, there's no health or life insurance included, and --
[IRRITATED. PAUSE. Then, sullenly,]
...Are you kidding me?
[And somewhere here it cuts off as he moves his arm to start filling out this crap, with a second trademarked Big Boss grumble. Replies might take a while, it's a big pile, okay. Grueling application process indeed.]
Hey, Kaz. Triela. There's something we need to talk about when I'm back. [Namely, what he's just heard from other Bounty Hunters lounging around here, about government surveillance. Excuse him if he's a little high-strung right now because of that.] I also want to move out before Wednesday, so pack your things if you have any.
For anyone else, if you're interested in signing up for Wasteland adventures [dry sarcasm,], I suggest you bring a lot of time. I didn't think it'd be that much of a ha--
[Step step step, WHUMP. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the sound of a pile of papers being deposited right in front of you - or rather, your CLD equipped arm. There's confused silence.]
There we go, [says a rather morose sounding voice, making no effort to come off as genuinely friendly.]
That's...more forms? [He already did fill out the basic stuff asking for his name, age, 'experience' (ha ha), etc -] You want me to fill out all of that? What for; I thought I'd just get to take a physical exam or something like that --
[and he's interrupted with a sigh right away; coming from someone who deals with people like him every day,] That's what everyone assumes, and then they don't think about the formalities. Do you know how many statutory requirements we have to adhere to, so that we can even run this business? Tch. You think this is an easy job.
I didn't say that --
Oh, and we also require you to deposit $200 in cash for your - [pause as he searches for the right word] Well. In case something happens to you, those recovery teams don't come cheap, Mr Big Boss, just...y'know. Just in case. You can take a credit by depositing something here if you don't have the money right now - after all, there's no health or life insurance included, and --
[IRRITATED. PAUSE. Then, sullenly,]
...Are you kidding me?
[And somewhere here it cuts off as he moves his arm to start filling out this crap, with a second trademarked Big Boss grumble. Replies might take a while, it's a big pile, okay. Grueling application process indeed.]