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tushanshu_logs2016-08-08 06:29 pm
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But you know what they say about me…
Characters: The Stalk
Date: August 8th
Location: Streets of Keeliai, Various Sectors
Situation: There's an eight-eyed, armless, half-naked lady walking through the streets!
Warnings/Rating: Nudity, arachnophobia, drug use mention, sarcasm (flirting and violence are also equally likely)
It wasn't the worst planet she'd ever landed on, and it certainly wasn't the strangest circumstances. One time she woke up on Tenement in bed with ten hookers, three kilos of blow, and the biggest amnesia hangover ever. Which was particularly concerning since her last memory was on a mission as an undercover paralegal three constellations away. But it turned out that that's just how lawyers do. Fucking lawyers.
Being teleported somewhere because of an out of control ritual sounded more dumb than implausible. Also kind of flattering? After all, it meant that she was notable enough to be kidnapped, which was, like obviously, but still, flattering.
But damn, this place was a backwater shithold. No space travel? Only like half of the city even had electricity? She was half surprised they had bathrooms. And yet... a voice in her head kept nagging at her. This is your chance. No Landfall. No Wreath. No war. But at what cost?
In speaking of cost-
"The fuck is a juulan?" Of course they wouldn't just take fucking credits. They have some kind of stupid metal coin they use. Great. Sure, it's not like her bank account was overflowing, but at the very least she had enough in there to buy food. Probably.
"Look-" she said, gesturing at the Kedan at the food stand with a spidery arm that came out from underneath her skirt, "Just spot me a fucking slug dog, I'll pay you back tomorrow." It was very unlikely she was gonna pay him (her?) back tomorrow.
Date: August 8th
Location: Streets of Keeliai, Various Sectors
Situation: There's an eight-eyed, armless, half-naked lady walking through the streets!
Warnings/Rating: Nudity, arachnophobia, drug use mention, sarcasm (flirting and violence are also equally likely)
It wasn't the worst planet she'd ever landed on, and it certainly wasn't the strangest circumstances. One time she woke up on Tenement in bed with ten hookers, three kilos of blow, and the biggest amnesia hangover ever. Which was particularly concerning since her last memory was on a mission as an undercover paralegal three constellations away. But it turned out that that's just how lawyers do. Fucking lawyers.
Being teleported somewhere because of an out of control ritual sounded more dumb than implausible. Also kind of flattering? After all, it meant that she was notable enough to be kidnapped, which was, like obviously, but still, flattering.
But damn, this place was a backwater shithold. No space travel? Only like half of the city even had electricity? She was half surprised they had bathrooms. And yet... a voice in her head kept nagging at her. This is your chance. No Landfall. No Wreath. No war. But at what cost?
In speaking of cost-
"The fuck is a juulan?" Of course they wouldn't just take fucking credits. They have some kind of stupid metal coin they use. Great. Sure, it's not like her bank account was overflowing, but at the very least she had enough in there to buy food. Probably.
"Look-" she said, gesturing at the Kedan at the food stand with a spidery arm that came out from underneath her skirt, "Just spot me a fucking slug dog, I'll pay you back tomorrow." It was very unlikely she was gonna pay him (her?) back tomorrow.
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"The part about paying them back."
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"Okay, brat. I think it's time you scrammed."
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"Ah... about the..." the shopkeeper began.
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