The worker notices and sets down his tools. "Nice swords. Hunter?"
The masked man looks up. "Of a sort."
The worker nods, then looks back to his chainsaw. "No need to be coy. I'm a serial killer too."
In the moment you look away, the man closes the distance to you. He firmly grips your shoulder, turning you to face him. "I am nothing like you. I have honor."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The worker nods, then looks back to his chainsaw. "No need to be coy. I'm a serial killer too."
In the moment you look away, the man closes the distance to you. He firmly grips your shoulder, turning to face you. "I am nothing like you. I have honor."
"Care to explain that to me?" He asks curiously. Not a hint of fear in his voice. Not measured, not even overly calm, just speaking as if this were a conversation about the weather. "I've never understood honor. People talk about it from time to time, but they don't seem to understand that it's a foreign concept to me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man in protective gear is coming down from the surface, holding a rich man's severed head by the hair.
*Is this the guy?*
*Indeed!*
A man leaned against the wall, dressed in a slightly tattered and patched beige coat with a teal dress shirt under a piece of leather armor underneath it. He wears a newsboy cap on his head, the same color as the coat, with a band around it. He has angular features, a sharp nose, and good cheekbones. He is lanky from the looks of it, tall but thin. His brown hair and patchy brown goatee are messy, albeit hidden in the shadows, except for a light from a cigarette between his lips.
The man looks up at the other, his facial expression shifting minutely from neutral to amusement.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man leaned against the wall, dressed in a slightly tattered and patched beige coat with a teal dress shirt under a piece of leather armor underneath it. He wears a newsboy cap on his head, the same color as the coat, with a band around it. He has angular features, a sharp nose, and good cheekbones. He is lanky from the looks of it, tall but thin. His brown hair and patchy brown goatee are messy, albeit hidden in the shadows, except for a light from a cigarette between his lips.
The man looks up at the other, his facial expression shifting minutely from neutral to amusement.
The worker looks over. He drops the head and kicks it under a bench, as though it no longer interests him. He lifts up his welder-like mask and approaches, arms out to show his lack of weaponry. Of course, given how bulky the suit is, it really doesn't mean anything. "A new face! It's been a long time! Usually, people only leave here, and through the chimneys at that." He chuckles. He has soft yellow eyes and hollow features, as though he hasn't been eating. He looks about 45, with crow's feet, patchy stubble, and long, grey hair cut roughly over his eyes so it doesn't hang in them. "What brings you down here? Hoping to see the culture of unchipped firsthand? It's nothing like what they show on the tours, I assure you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man leaned against the wall, dressed in a slightly tattered and patched beige coat with a teal dress shirt under a piece of leather armor underneath it. He wears a newsboy cap on his head, the same color as the coat, with a band around it. He has angular features, a sharp nose, and good cheekbones. He is lanky from the looks of it, tall but thin. His brown hair and patchy brown goatee are messy, albeit hidden in the shadows, except for a light from a cigarette between his lips.
The man looks up at the other, his facial expression shifting minutely from neutral to amusement.
The worker looks over. He drops the head and kicks it under a bench, as though it no longer interests him. He lifts up his welder-like mask and approaches, arms out to show his lack of weaponry. Of course, given how bulky the suit is, it really doesn't mean anything. "A new face! It's been a long time! Usually, people only leave here, and through the chimneys at that." He chuckles. He has soft yellow eyes and hollow features, as though he hasn't been eating. He looks about 45, with crow's feet, patchy stubble, and long, grey hair cut roughly over his eyes so it doesn't hang in them. "What brings you down here? Hoping to see the culture of unchipped firsthand? It's nothing like what they show on the tours, I assure you."
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling smoke through his nose. "No. I am here for different reasons." He leans on his sniper rifle, his eyes dancing over the workers' form. "And you might be the guy I've been looking for."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The worker looks over. He drops the head and kicks it under a bench, as though it no longer interests him. He lifts up his welder-like mask and approaches, arms out to show his lack of weaponry. Of course, given how bulky the suit is, it really doesn't mean anything. "A new face! It's been a long time! Usually, people only leave here, and through the chimneys at that." He chuckles. He has soft yellow eyes and hollow features, as though he hasn't been eating. He looks about 45, with crow's feet, patchy stubble, and long, grey hair cut roughly over his eyes so it doesn't hang in them. "What brings you down here? Hoping to see the culture of unchipped firsthand? It's nothing like what they show on the tours, I assure you."
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling smoke through his nose. "No. I am here for different reasons." He leans on his sniper rifle, his eyes dancing over the workers' form. "And you might be the guy I've been looking for."
He's not tall, but his bulky, armored jacket and metallic footsteps give him the impression of great weight. He leans a bit on his leg, an unstable stance that is a subtle imitation of the other man. "Oh? Do you need any help? I'm very good with machines, biological and mechanical. I used to work in the Slophouse, so I know my way around synthetic life." He sounds somewhat proud of himself.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The worker looks over. He drops the head and kicks it under a bench, as though it no longer interests him. He lifts up his welder-like mask and approaches, arms out to show his lack of weaponry. Of course, given how bulky the suit is, it really doesn't mean anything. "A new face! It's been a long time! Usually, people only leave here, and through the chimneys at that." He chuckles. He has soft yellow eyes and hollow features, as though he hasn't been eating. He looks about 45, with crow's feet, patchy stubble, and long, grey hair cut roughly over his eyes so it doesn't hang in them. "What brings you down here? Hoping to see the culture of unchipped firsthand? It's nothing like what they show on the tours, I assure you."
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling smoke through his nose. "No. I am here for different reasons." He leans on his sniper rifle, his eyes dancing over the workers' form. "And you might be the guy I've been looking for."
He's not tall, but his bulky, armored jacket and metallic footsteps give him the impression of great weight. He leans a bit on his leg, an unstable stance that is a subtle imitation of the other man. "Oh? Do you need any help? I'm very good with machines, biological and mechanical. I used to work in the Slophouse, so I know my way around synthetic life." He sounds somewhat proud of himself.
A dagger suddenly is at his throat "No, someone paid me a whoooole lot to bring you back to 'em" he said, tilting his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He's not tall, but his bulky, armored jacket and metallic footsteps give him the impression of great weight. He leans a bit on his leg, an unstable stance that is a subtle imitation of the other man. "Oh? Do you need any help? I'm very good with machines, biological and mechanical. I used to work in the Slophouse, so I know my way around synthetic life." He sounds somewhat proud of himself.
A dagger suddenly is at his throat "No, someone paid me a whoooole lot to bring you back to 'em" he said, tilting his head.
He smiles wide. "I'm so, so glad that someone really cares." He licks his lips and closes his eyes.
The man feels a sharp agony in his knife arm as a long, serrated blade is driven between his ulna and radius with an impossible amount of force and precision, cutting through the armor like it's nothing more than tissue paper. The blade begins to twist slowly, pushing against the bone and pulling the merc's arm away from the worker's throat. "But... I'm going to have to decline the invitation." He jerks his head, covering his neck and face with his mask.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The worker nods, then looks back to his chainsaw. "No need to be coy. I'm a serial killer too."
In the moment you look away, the man closes the distance to you. He firmly grips your shoulder, turning to face you. "I am nothing like you. I have honor."
"Care to explain that to me?" He asks curiously. Not a hint of fear in his voice. Not measured, not even overly calm, just speaking as if this were a conversation about the weather. "I've never understood honor. People talk about it from time to time, but they don't seem to understand that it's a foreign concept to me."
The masked man pauses, thoroughly thinking through the question. "Honor is... a personal code that some hold themselves by. It's a bit different for everyone. For me, honor means battling my marks and giving them a fair chance at life, rather than stabbing them in the back when they least expect it. The way you kill, your... unconstrained bloodlust, there is no honor to it."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"Care to explain that to me?" He asks curiously. Not a hint of fear in his voice. Not measured, not even overly calm, just speaking as if this were a conversation about the weather. "I've never understood honor. People talk about it from time to time, but they don't seem to understand that it's a foreign concept to me."
The masked man pauses, thoroughly thinking through the question. "Honor is... a personal code that some hold themselves by. It's a bit different for everyone. For me, honor means battling my marks and giving them a fair chance at life, rather than stabbing them in the back when they least expect it. The way you kill, your... unconstrained bloodlust, there is no honor to it."
It is now the worker's turn to pause. "I see. I understand why that would make you upset. Thankfully, I believe you've misunderstood me. If I was unconstrained, then there would be very few people left in this station. Rather, I pick and choose my targets very deliberately. I think of it like the trolley problem: this person, my victim, they are always killers of a more indirect and more prolific kind. Watching their own people starve. Working them to death. I don't care about the confines of the law. I don't like taking lives, but it's better than doing nothing and letting hundreds to thousands of other people die. It isn't about causing pain; it's about sending a clear message."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Care to explain that to me?" He asks curiously. Not a hint of fear in his voice. Not measured, not even overly calm, just speaking as if this were a conversation about the weather. "I've never understood honor. People talk about it from time to time, but they don't seem to understand that it's a foreign concept to me."
The masked man pauses, thoroughly thinking through the question. "Honor is... a personal code that some hold themselves by. It's a bit different for everyone. For me, honor means battling my marks and giving them a fair chance at life, rather than stabbing them in the back when they least expect it. The way you kill, your... unconstrained bloodlust, there is no honor to it."
It is now the worker's turn to pause. "I see. I understand why that would make you upset. Thankfully, I believe you've misunderstood me. If I was unconstrained, then there would be very few people left in this station. Rather, I pick and choose my targets very deliberately. I think of it like the trolley problem: this person, my victim, they are always killers of a more indirect and more prolific kind. Watching their own people starve. Working them to death. I don't care about the confines of the law. I don't like taking lives, but it's better than doing nothing and letting hundreds to thousands of other people die. It isn't about causing pain; it's about sending a clear message."
"I see. Fate is fickle. Every empire must fall, and you expedite the process."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
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The worker nods, then looks back to his chainsaw. "No need to be coy. I'm a serial killer too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the moment you look away, the man closes the distance to you. He firmly grips your shoulder, turning you to face him. "I am nothing like you. I have honor."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
"Care to explain that to me?" He asks curiously. Not a hint of fear in his voice. Not measured, not even overly calm, just speaking as if this were a conversation about the weather. "I've never understood honor. People talk about it from time to time, but they don't seem to understand that it's a foreign concept to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*(SCREECHES)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*YOU*
*(squish)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*YOU*
*[eats]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man in protective gear is coming down from the surface, holding a rich man's severed head by the hair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Is this the guy?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Indeed!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man leaned against the wall, dressed in a slightly tattered and patched beige coat with a teal dress shirt under a piece of leather armor underneath it. He wears a newsboy cap on his head, the same color as the coat, with a band around it. He has angular features, a sharp nose, and good cheekbones. He is lanky from the looks of it, tall but thin. His brown hair and patchy brown goatee are messy, albeit hidden in the shadows, except for a light from a cigarette between his lips.
The man looks up at the other, his facial expression shifting minutely from neutral to amusement.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The worker looks over. He drops the head and kicks it under a bench, as though it no longer interests him. He lifts up his welder-like mask and approaches, arms out to show his lack of weaponry. Of course, given how bulky the suit is, it really doesn't mean anything. "A new face! It's been a long time! Usually, people only leave here, and through the chimneys at that." He chuckles. He has soft yellow eyes and hollow features, as though he hasn't been eating. He looks about 45, with crow's feet, patchy stubble, and long, grey hair cut roughly over his eyes so it doesn't hang in them. "What brings you down here? Hoping to see the culture of unchipped firsthand? It's nothing like what they show on the tours, I assure you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling smoke through his nose. "No. I am here for different reasons." He leans on his sniper rifle, his eyes dancing over the workers' form. "And you might be the guy I've been looking for."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He's not tall, but his bulky, armored jacket and metallic footsteps give him the impression of great weight. He leans a bit on his leg, an unstable stance that is a subtle imitation of the other man. "Oh? Do you need any help? I'm very good with machines, biological and mechanical. I used to work in the Slophouse, so I know my way around synthetic life." He sounds somewhat proud of himself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A dagger suddenly is at his throat "No, someone paid me a whoooole lot to bring you back to 'em" he said, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles wide. "I'm so, so glad that someone really cares." He licks his lips and closes his eyes.
The man feels a sharp agony in his knife arm as a long, serrated blade is driven between his ulna and radius with an impossible amount of force and precision, cutting through the armor like it's nothing more than tissue paper. The blade begins to twist slowly, pushing against the bone and pulling the merc's arm away from the worker's throat. "But... I'm going to have to decline the invitation." He jerks his head, covering his neck and face with his mask.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The masked man pauses, thoroughly thinking through the question. "Honor is... a personal code that some hold themselves by. It's a bit different for everyone. For me, honor means battling my marks and giving them a fair chance at life, rather than stabbing them in the back when they least expect it. The way you kill, your... unconstrained bloodlust, there is no honor to it."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
It is now the worker's turn to pause. "I see. I understand why that would make you upset. Thankfully, I believe you've misunderstood me. If I was unconstrained, then there would be very few people left in this station. Rather, I pick and choose my targets very deliberately. I think of it like the trolley problem: this person, my victim, they are always killers of a more indirect and more prolific kind. Watching their own people starve. Working them to death. I don't care about the confines of the law. I don't like taking lives, but it's better than doing nothing and letting hundreds to thousands of other people die. It isn't about causing pain; it's about sending a clear message."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see. Fate is fickle. Every empire must fall, and you expedite the process."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!