[voice; video]

[soldieromantic]

[The voice comes on, and it's half muffled - like some jackass has his thumb half over the speaker and doesn't realize it. And there's talking.]

No, I am fine. Really! [It sounds like... someone else is panicking. A lot. And the closer speaker is just irritated.] There's no reason to be freaking out like this. It's just blood. Y- alright, so it's

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[ voice ]

[izalogic]

I suggest you go find yourself a doctor.

[ voice ]

[soldieromantic]

God, I'm not even bleeding. [Cough.] Anymore, at least. I checked.

If I were dying, I would be dragging my happy ass off to a doctor already.

[ voice ]

[izalogic]

Then take a shower and get a new set of clothes. You're terrifying people!

[ voice ]

[soldieromantic]

Merde, I had no idea baseball dugouts had working showers nowadays. [He snorts, though not ill-tempered.] I'll work on that in the morning. I'm getting damn tired of people fussing.

Voice

[ysobritish]

[Liquid's voice comes over quietly, speaking in sharp, fluent, rapid French. He does not sound concerned in the slightest about the blood.]

/The monsters are only an issue if you plan to be out at night. I would not take them lightly, if only due to their numbers. For every one you kill, a dozen more pop up. There are too many different types to explain them all quickly. Despite this, they are little more than an annoyance if you are prepared. Your revolver will be effective against some, not all of them, but it makes more sense to save the bullets. The more dangerous ones are rarer. Fewer appear to exist on the rooftops, but if they get a sense of someone being up there, more will come. They avoid internal areas, from what I've seen. Some type of protection is on the buildings./

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[soldieromantic]

[And Pip comes back with equally fluent French, much more business-like in tone than his English.]

Staying out of the dark is a no-go. I'll get some intel on what to expect out there, get some preparations up, and take my chances. Not now, though. Sometime later. I usually charge for risking my neck.

[Sound of a match being struck. Dammit he needs to smoke.]

Let's talk market, M. Stranger. What's the career outlook for a professional mercenary in this hellhole?

Voice // French forever unless stated otherwise

[ysobritish]

That depends on you. There's always bounty hunting, if nothing else. I gather that AGI and SERO have some type of militia going, but I wouldn't know anything about that.

[There's the faint sound of writing in the background, but apart from that, there's silence other than his voice.]

Those two are pretty secretive. You'd probably need to find out more from one of their followers.

Voice // ditto

[soldieromantic]

Bounty hunting? [He sounds vaguely amused for some reason.] More cops 'n robbers than I'm used to, but doesn't sound half bad.

[The writing piques his interest, but only because he's a little delirious from the shellshock of arriving. And switching from dead to alive all over again, and maybe a little blood loss too.]

Digging up info I'm not supposed to know? My specialty. Though I tend to not give two shits about whatever the sides of a war are actually fighting about, so any work that doesn't pay well is out of the question. Jingoism doesn't look good on me.

[And another nice long drag.]

How about people? Who's friendly and who would want to chop me up and feed me to their Rottweilers?

[voice]

[mentis_reae]

We know comparatively little of their true natures; you can search the network, as there is a document compiling what information has been gleaned from encounters with them. Are you injured?

[voice]

[soldieromantic]

Alright, I'll dig around for that document then. I like knowing about what's trying to kill me. And not anymore, no. [A bit wryly:] But I think my clothes are beyond saving, non?

[voice]

[mentis_reae]

I think your clothes are rather the least of your concerns.

[voice]

[soldieromantic]

Why, should I be panicking?

[He's in shellshock right now and knows it, so it should be at least until tomorrow before everything actually sinks in. He'll have a nice, semi-secluded apartment by then.]

Voice

[mansionprisoner]

Uhm- s-shouldn't you be more concerned with getting medical aid?

Voice

[soldieromantic]

[He's somewhat less snappish with her, just sounding vaguely tired.]

Don't worry; they're, er... all closed up. [Because he's dead.] Probably because of your city's gizmo, I don't know.

Voice

[mansionprisoner]

Maybe it's just an ability of some kind... A lot of people here have powers like that. Do you know where you're going?

Voice

[soldieromantic]

Powers? [Pause.] And no, I'm staying the night in this dugout. The mother hen said she'd show me to the apartments when it's light out.

[video]

[namiwasheretoo]

Only vaguely important? [She's not exactly smiling, but she sounds a bit amused though...] Too late to turn it off now, by the way. The world saw the bloody mess. Sounds like you're doing all right though.

Just stay inside during the night and the night wont get you.

[permavoice]

[soldieromantic]

Just vaguely. [There's a smirk in his voice.] I suppose, considering my fuck up - doesn't mean I'm going to horrify the populace any more than I already have, though.

[And a laugh. He's so going to get mauled here someday, considering his luck.]

I'm not the kind of guy that can just sit around and wait. I'll end up throwing myself out the window from pure boredom, choking one of the ugly bastards to death with my bare hands.

Happened all the time back home with pitbulls and bears.

[permavideo]

[namiwasheretoo]

[There's a smirk on her lips, hearing all that.] How kind, keeping strangers protected from such sights. That wasn't all your blood is it?

[Hmm... a pause] Then you'll be like half the guys I know. Sitting around does nothing for them. Was tonight just a mistake, or will you be able to handle--- wait. Pitbulls and bears attack you?

[soldieromantic]

I'm a saint, I know. [Snort.] Not quite. I showed the sons of bitches my teeth now and again.

Tonight was... not what I usually deal with. I'll be fine. [And another snort. To lie or not to lie?] On a regular basis! Merde, I have to kill them all by hand. Keep the civilians safe. It's the cross we saintly men have to bear, non?