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[mydedicatedfix]

[[Stock Drone/Grady/etc filter.]]

Good evening, Mayfield. I am in need of some assistance.

It seems my last adult supplier of ammunition isn't showing any signs of coming back. Rather than rely on just one person (as for goodness knows whatever reason, this town still refuses to recognize my obvious stature; "being an danger to yourself and others,"

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I should leave you alone already but I can't so I WILL KEEP THIS SHORT.

[limerenceloli]

... eight... eleven... ... oh.

Kid, did you get your guns back?

[Not too cheerful, not too distant, just acquaintance level. God, she needs to stop making enemies with people already.]

o kid, HOW DOES YOU FIX A PROBLEM LIKE SAYA

[mydedicatedfix]

[There's a long pause, he sounds somewhat hurt, but hiding it.]

...No. The pair I use was bought for me by someone who left not long ago. I... damn it, how can I-- I won't get my real guns back until Liz and her sister Patti are trapped here again.

It would be selfish to wish such a thing onto them.

Paper bag over head and... ta-da! Saya is gone!

[limerenceloli]

[This buys an ounce of sympathy from Saya which is worth a million euros. She does feel genuinely bad for him, and maybe even a tad bit guilty for goading him on in their previous encounter.]

... I'm sorry. But you're right - it would be unfair to have them come to Mayfield again.

[She also thinks back to the drone!Liz. She's alive and well today, for Saya spared the drone every couple of days to avoid her parents getting suspicious. It would bring Kid no joy in knowing that, however.]

Can you do anything special with the guns you have right now? Once you get ammo, I mean.

so what you're saying is that saya is a butterface

[mydedicatedfix]

If you consider mere spinning, juggling tricks something "special." As if such parlor tricks would be of anything to compare-- well, it's complicated.

Unless you mean the possibility of culling an uprising, no.

[deodorize]

Ammunition?

[mydedicatedfix]

Ah, Petunia!

Did you know that I'm an excellently precise marksman? In fact, I use two guns of the same model, so that I won't ever ruin my own balance.

[oh god Petunia what did you do, EGOTISM++]

[deodorize]

[she's too moedumb to stop... or even realize, SOB]

D-do you...

[chokes a little]

Do you always hit your targets right in the very, very middle?

[mydedicatedfix]

There is no other way to perform an execution.

[Can you feel that, Petunia? The SMUG IS LEAKING THROUGH YOUR PHONE.]

[TO OTHER PEOPLE]

[limerenceloli]

Also, I can endorse the cleaning bit.

He is highly professional and meticulous to the point where you can eat from the floor.

[No she is not just buttering you up.]

[child_abuser]

Yeah? Goods and services, huh? Think you can hook me up with a dedicated healer?

[mydedicatedfix]

I-I'm afraid that's outside of my reach. I deal in the location and eradication of problems, you see.

Unfortunately, they're not of the medical variety.

[child_abuser]

Yeah, but maybe you know somebody, right? You were talkin' about a network of people before.

[mydedicatedfix]

Establish a network. It's a completely different concept!

[rogue_crow]

What sort of goods and services would these be, exactly?

[mydedicatedfix]

Once I meet someone I can track the individual anywhere in the town by their soul wavelength. It is an excellent way to gather information, or find dangerous individuals.

Otherwise, I am adept at keeping a clean house and properly filing taxes, as well as teaching organization skills.

I could prepare a resume, if you prefer.

[rogue_crow]

I am trying to think of a particular use for any of those skills...there are some people whose perimeter I might wish monitored, but without your knowing everyone in town, someone you did not know could simply evade your notice, which makes the ability not terribly useful to me. As for the other things, my wife is a drone and seems perfectly adept at handling those things herself...