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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/8/2018 7:11:33 PM
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"W-Well, if there's anything I can do to help you get that anger out on me instead of the animals I'll happily do it."
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“The animals would kill me anyways, so why do you care if I beat the shit out of them?”
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"I...Just hit me or something instead, please? I don't care, I can heal..." She sighed.
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“I’m literally paid to beat the shit out of things. It’s what I do for money. You won’t change anything.”
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"But can't you do it more efficiently? Like, straight up kill them? Please, I'll do anything in return."
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“I’m given specific orders by some people. This contract said to make it suffer. Didn’t tell you because I know you wouldn’t go with it.”
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"Ugh! You people are disgusting. I'm not helping if we'll be torturing animals!"
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“It’s not always animals, and it’s not always making them suffer. It just depends on what the contract is. And you wouldn’t want to abandon Rian, now would you?”
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"W-Well, no. I'm not going on these bounties though. I refuse to partake."
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“You’re still going to need to make some money. This is the best way.”
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"I guess I'll make it a little slower. Though, I can get a second job to speed it up a little..." She grinned a little. "I think my friend Nat can help me with that."
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“You gonna ask her for money or something? Need to do the work for yourself, girlie. No work doesn’t deserve any play.”
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She giggled, shaking her head. "So many assumptions there. I was planning on getting a job through her connections."
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“Job through a crimelord isn’t gonna be any better than my bounty-hunting.”
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"Crimelord?" She sighed. "Stop assuming. It won't be illegal or violent."
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“What? You gonna be a prostie?” [b]He laughs, looking over at her.[/b] “Probably the worst thing you could do.”
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"Wh-Why? You don't think I could?" She sounded offended now for...obvious reasons. "People love me."
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“Just saying that I’ve been hired to clean up my fair share of chunks of dead prostitute. People don’t like to pay.”
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Silver whimpered, now looking scared. "W-Well, I could protect myself."
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“Yeah, but I was able to put my boot in your face even despite that. Actually... I have a proposition for you.”
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"What's that?" She asked, looking scared of what he'd think of.
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“I need someone to act as my clean-up crew. Clean up any collateral damage, you know. If something gets out of hand.”
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"....I'm not cleaning up blood and guts. I'll vomit and make it worse." She responded.
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“I didn’t mean actual clean-up. I meant social clean-up. Make sure nobody knows what they’re not supposed to. Basically I need a PR team.”
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"Huh? Like brainwash or...?" She raised a brow, confused.
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“I mean coverups for the more covert ops. Erasing my face from photos, making sure civilians don’t know who I am, that sort of thing.”
