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Edmond slowly stepped into the dimly lit building, admiring the arching ceiling that extended out above him. He turned back to the man who entered, and politely asked, "Would you mind terribly directing me towards my friend? I'd rather not wander anywhere I shouldn't...also...is there anyone listening to us?"

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After receiving the phone call and listening to Halley speak, the man puts the phone down and says "Now which one of you sick bastards decided to use a little girl as a courier?".

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"Because like your goons, most people have an unhealthy amount of trust in their eyes," Lexiel glances at her hands, "Huh.  I do have fingerprints.  As for recognizable pupils...  We can probably log mine, but I find most retinal scanners are happy to accept one of these."  She reaches into her bag of holding and pulls out two marbles, one in the classic toothpaste style and the other filled to look like an eye.

 

But as she stares at the marbles, a certain sense of inevitability comes over her.  "I'm good, but I don't think I'm this good.  We're going to have to stick this thing in him, aren't we?"  She jerks a thumb in Visrii's general direction.

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The councillor seriously examines the marbles for a moment, and finally says "Or you know, you could always pull the old 'Eyes missing, could not replace eyes due to lack of funds and/or prefers the usage of magic." He then sends a message to the men in black to let Halley go upstairs.

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Halley caught the signal and finally went upstairs. There was only one open door, so she could easily tell where to go. She stepped into the room.

 

"Gosh. What an annoying bunch." She muttered, handing the credstick to Lexiel.

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Visrii snorts. Alright, so the cred-stick bluff didn't work then. This whole technology discussion was completely beyond him, so passing off the cred-stick, he thought, would have worked. Technology in here sounded like it was beyond such things, much to Visrii's disappointment. He basically lived off fake coins back when he was a fugitive in Stravaga. Also because 'Arc' just straight up decided to drop pretense and use real names. 

"Right, so you call off all alternative names because he calls out on it, and just use our real names instead so we may be identified anywhere. Fantastic work, Arc." Visrii growls, as much as he is tempted, he doesn't use Lexiel's real name until the end. 

He caught, 'Visrii's hairs' bit, and simply reached up and ripped out a tuft of hairs without flinching. "This is enough for you?" He said flatly.

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The blonde man seems to be mulling something over as Visrii ripped out some of his hairs "So what you are telling me, is that somehow, you don't have DNA, or Pupils, and that you have just remembered that you have fingerprints...this sounds like the dumbest idea imaginable, as that would mean that you'd have to make sure not to leave literally any trace of your own existence, get your apparently non existent pupils scanned, have a DNA test run on you, or go through a fingerprint scanner, I mean what are you trying to do with this? Get into an arcology or something? Because at best this might get you in the front door".

 

The priest dressed in black simply points up to the sky and makes an upside down cross symbol, he then laughs maniacally before snapping his fingers, causing the doors and windows to bar itself shut and causing the place to be illuminated by an eerie flame "Welcome to the Lodge my son, step over to the sacrifice room, your friend should still be there, oh and don't mind the skulls, they're still fresh".

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Theo would be greeted by the flying woman from earlier, who is currently wearing exactly the same brown jacket with brown long pants combination as earlier, except for the bloodied knife in her hands, and the remains of a goat placed on an altar while a crowd of men and women in black robes chant ominously, several evil looking spirits are gathering inside of the small room, and the woman sighs before saying "This is exactly what it looks like, just regular wizard stuff, what can I help you with today?"

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"Well, this is...different. I suppose I should make a point of not touching anything without asking, then?" Edmond quietly strode in the direction indicated by the priest, glancing around at the eerie artifacts surrounding him. A shudder ran through him as he felt his eyes drawn to the skulls. However, he wrested his attention away, and entered the apparent ritual sacrifice room.

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"As I said, I think Visrii is going to have to get the SIN.  Prudent security measures always make things way too complicated," Lexiel grumbles, "So, how do you feel about your skills at staying under the radar?  Wait, I used your real-" She facepalms with vigor.  "Savra's saggy, maggot-infested...  I thought I was over that.  This day just keeps getting better and better."

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The priest simply shakes his head and says "No we don't booby trap our own lair for no reason whatsoever, just you know, use common sense". Edmumundo would find that Theodore is currently conversing with a woman about weed.

 

The woman replies with "You do realize that weed is legal now right? Like you don't have to go to a black market dealer for it, I'm pretty sure that there is a section in the supermarket for that, but anyway it really depends on what sort of magical items you want, what you asked for could literally be anything from a touristy force boosting magical foci in an obvious wand to a small and unnoticeable spell containing magical foci on a less garish accessory, the only problem is that you are not in fact, a mage, which presents the rather interesting question of what the hell are you doing here?".

 

The blonde man visibly facepalms before saying "Sure, why not, it's your funeral" he then takes out a rather complicated looking camera and aims it at Visrii's face while saying "Don't move".

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The Bullet, still lost in wonder and horror at the surroundings, focuses. The heresy of this world did not matter yet. He must find out where he is before anything else.

Carefully, the Bullet steps out into the store room, and approaches the front counter, eyes darting to and fro.

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The Bullet just stares dumbfounded at the man. Who was this Dave person? Why would he know anything about the Bullet?

 

And most of all, the Bullet did not take kindly to being called a drone. He was different from those ones. He was no mere pawn. How rude.

 

"Why, may I ask, do you refer to me as a drone? I assure you that I am no-one else's, and that I am fully capable of my own sentient thought. I came here to ask about where this place is, and the nature of this world."

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The man stares at his mysteriously not present co worker while replying with "I mean, you're a walking, and talking bullet, you're either a drone or one of those spirit things that you see in the movies, but anyway welcome to Weapon's world, where we can offer a hundred different ways to kill a man at a reasonably affordable price.".

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The Bullet seems even more offended by the man's statement, suggesting that He was obviously a drone because he was a bullet? How dare he.

 

Slamming his hands against the counter, the Bullet looks the man dead in the eyes.

 

"I will have you know that there are many of my kind that are sentient. I suggest you refrain from any further remarks about my species, thank you. I would like to know what world I'm in, and how I got here."

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Lexiel, having decided that watching Visrii get logged into the SIN system is incredibly boring and hoping for an upgrade, supplements her looted petty cash with a little from the shopping fund Halley has and goes shopping for a more effective weapon than a knuckleduster.  Of course, returning to the main floor of Weapons World has her running into the Bullet's confrontation with the increasingly bemused shopkeepers.  "A bullet elemental," She remarks, "I guess this is the kind of environment one would manifest in.  Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't gotten one sooner.  Hey, shopkeep, I'm in the market for some reliable, long-distance deterrence that won't break the bank.  And I bet your advice is worth more than any amount of wandering around the store I could do, much less trusting that the ones that look the coolest are actually gonna work the best.  So, you got any recommendations?"

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Bloody idiot.

Visrii thought angrily as he stood still for the registration.

His infiltration skills weren't bad. He knew how not to leave a trace, and how to take down guards in silence. Well, he could even argue that he was quite good at these sorts of things, though most of the times these 'infiltration missions' would end up in a huge rush to destroy everything as possible. His personality certainly was brutal and visceral. That was where he got his name, after all.

 

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"Hello Theo. I presume you are currently on a quest for some form of narcotics? Oh, and magical artifacts? I'm currently searching for magical items too." Edmond glanced over at the alter, and was quite glad to see a goat rather than a human lying disemboweled. Turning to the woman, he stated amiably, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything? If so, should I wait until a later time?"

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The shopkeeper ignores The Bullet's protestations and breathes a sigh of relief as he hears Lexiel's question, the words 'Finally, something I am used to' went through his mind as he said "That really depends on your price range and personal skill with ranged weaponry Ma'am, and of course there is the matter of what sort of weaponry someone like you would order....But personally I would guess that you appreciate being able to knock out people more than you appreciate being able to kill them, which is why I recommend the Narcojet rifle, it fires an armor piercing dart towards your target, and once the tip breaks past the skin it injects a rather powerful if not necessarily lethal tranquilizer into their system".

Visrii would find the procedure to be extremely annoying, as his face is slowly scanned by a laser, his pupils scanned by a different laser, and the tip of his finger placed on a rather hot pad, after a while the blond man says "I am going to need you to walk around and talk for a bit".

The woman laughs ominously before saying "We are definitely not summoning a dark and powerful spirit that will allow us to assassinate a prominent politician or anything, and we definitely don't have said politician's family tied up inside of there for nefarious purposes, but anyway you can either buy something or get out.".

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"Woah, man, I don't do narcotics. Just good, old fashioned weed. Anyway, I'm trying to score some magic stuff."

 

He turns back to the woman. 

 

"Are there any items that don't require a Mage to use? Like some talismans or something?"

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"Hm.  You are good.  That Narcojet rifle sounds very useful.  Can I get a bayonet on that?  Something with real punch to it, in case tranqs or nonlethals aren't cutting it?  Should probably get a deadly sidearm, too," Lexiel presents her Nuyen stick, with the 1200 Nuyen of shopping currency she got from Halley and looting, as well as the monofilament whip.  "If I don't have enough local currency for what I want, can I get some trade-in value for this?  It doesn't seem like a very practical weapon, but there's always somebody willing to pay premium for fancy over reliable."

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This service is appalling. First they call him a drone, a servant. Then his species is insulted and he is left unanswered? Absolutely terrible.

 

Quite irritated, the Bullet wanders around the shop, looking for anyone who could be of assistance.

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