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            Playful?

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            I know it's late but friendly 

@Soul-Killed    //  annoyed or regular intro ?

Can't even type lmao

[@web-of-intrigue]
            
            The mercenary tried to lift him by the arms, but his weight was a quick surprise to her. Her metallic arms almost began to extend under the force, but the whirring of motors readjusted her strenght. She managed to get him onto the coach with a grunt before she kneeled and inspected him further, though her medical knowledge was drastically lacking. She concidered calling someone that helped her with her medical issues, but it wpuld not help if the biology was completely different to that of a person. 
            
            She thought for a second before an idea flashed behind her synthetic eyes. Without a word, she quickly rummaged through some of her belongings and turned back with what looked like some kind of high-tech EpiPen. "This 's called Bounceback. It's a mix of adrenaline and some other things to keep you in a fight. Saved me a couple times when i thought I was done for. Not sure if it would work on you, but we could give it shot..." She paused as she realized she was basically holding a shot in her hand. "N-no pun intended." She gave an akward, yet hopeful smile as she presented the injector.

"What–" Alex began to protest as she pulled him away from the door. Once he realised she was helping, he didn't speak any further until she asked what had happened to him. He needed to conserve energy after all.
             "I was injected with something. I don't know what."
            He looked to his surroundings, taking in the objects and furniture lying around.
            A bead of sweat rolled down his pale, confused, looking face as he looked up at her. "Biomonitor? I don't..."  he thought for a moment. He'd heard of that before. Someone he'd absorbed had spoken of one. "I don't think I need one. I'll be fine."
            He said it somewhat confidently, but he wasn't exactly sure if it was true.

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            Her hads seemed to levitate for a few moments, not sure if she should tpuch this. If it's contagious or life threatenting. "Screw it." She mutters under her breath before pulling him away from the door. She checked outside, only noticing a couple stoners before slamming the door shut and getting back to him. "What happened? You look like shit." She said bluntly, unable to help herself under the sudden stress. She quickly began to inspect his body for any wounds, but she didn't know what a wound on him would even look like. "Think we should get you on the coach. Would've helped if you had a Biomonitor, but guess they don' make 'em for your... build."

[@netruns]
            
            V could not help but be slightly moved by the other's story. She did find that dark smile quite intimidating though, which was not really a bad thing. Being a Nomad most of her life, she did not have much experience with the corporate life. But she was taught to have a heart, and even though the intruding voice in her head would scoff and insult the other for working with Arasaka in the first place, V could not help but feel a little empathy. She did seem to look past the other at the wall again, though this time with a hint of irritation in her eyes.
            
            This feeling of empathy seemed to grow a little stronger seeing how much Inori almost... struggled to remember what to respond with. She gave a gentle smile and reached her right, black fingered, hand out to shake. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Inori. Sounds like you might have some game changin' skills to bring to the table. Glad Takamura reached out. If ya got questions, I'm happy to awnser. /Eager/ even if we can help each other. Some of what I got might sound a bit crazy though." 

There’s a slight (tch) at the observation,  grin spreading across her face—it reveals her sharp canines.  “I wish I could say you are right—you miss a secret third option though.  An Arasaka branded dog collar,  paraded around like a show dog,  stuffed in a cage until they decided you were useful.  Think I would have rather be crushed underneath a filthy Saka workers polished boot than endure that Hell again.”  Her words carry such hatred between the lines,  even though her smile is wide,  her eye cannot help but twitch at the mere thought of having to go through that humiliation again. 
            
            Though,  her face seems to relax as she listens intently to V,  Takemura had briefed her a little on her predicament but ultimately figured it would be better if V told her story.  That and combined with the news,  she was able to gauge the exact problems that went down on that very fateful day.  The slight grimace on her face is all that she needs to know about V;  her suspicions had been confirmed,  and she cannot help but feel ( … ) upset on her behalf.  “My—My name?”  There’s a pause,  it’s her turn again to look away,  a small sigh as the gears seem to slowly turn in her head—it had been awhile since she had answered to her name.  Not the one that Saburo had so (lovingly) given her.  “You can call me—Inori.  Nori or Ri also work.  Whatever is the easiest for you of course.”

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            V listened and gave a nod of appreciation for the seat. She sat down, leaning back and resting one foot on the other leg. She listened closely, despite a little voice in her head telling her not to feel an ounce of sympathy for 'another corp down on their luck' as a certain rocker boy would put it. Her eyes did drift to a nearby wall every now and again, but she tried to listen as best she could. 
            
            She could relate to losing some semblance of a family, if that was what Arasaka was to her. Though she could notice the frustration in there, feeling like years of loyalty had been for nothing. She sat forward, resting one of her arms on the table with a metallic thump dampened by synthetic skin. The solo gazed over at the bare wall again, seemingly in thought despite there not even being anything to look at, before her optics turned back to the other. "Y'know... I've only seen corpos go one of two ways. Either you get your pretty skyline window in your lavish marble office, or your bosses suffocate you under their boots. No inbetween." She sighed lightly, instinctively checking her pocket for a cigarette pack that was not there. "But, that's where we're similar. This city was also new and unkown to me about a year ago. Had nothin' but a single choom to welcome me in." Her expression seemed to sadden thinking about it, but she removed it from her mind soon after. Her focus drifting back to the purpose of this meeting.
            
            "If Takemura trusts you, I guess I don't have much choice other than hearing you out. 'Nother thing... you got a name?"

[@Soul-Killed] /    Hey, if you like the songs enough, then it shouldn’t be an issue—

//  Please?  And I may try dropping something tomorrow, too.

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            Plz

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