"Still, no problem with sunlight, is there?" Wheaton asked, suddenly curious.
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Samus would find the bounty agency just as she left it.
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Samus would find the bounty agency just as she left it.
We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)
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"Well...I try to avoid it whenever possible, so a night job would probably suit me best." Seras said.
The secretary looked up. "Well, if you wanna go watching some dogs at the park... Not exactly your forte though, ain't it? Sorry dear, but we don't have unending crises for people to deal with."
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"Hmm... I know a restaurant that caters to supernatural, perhaps you'd like to work there as a hostess?" Wheaton suggested.
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"Hmm... I know a restaurant that caters to supernatural, perhaps you'd like to work there as a hostess?" Wheaton suggested.
Samus said nothing, merely walking out. She stopped outside, unaccustomed to having nothing to do. She thought for a second, then decided to head back to the WAOA to wait until something came up.
Fredrick smiled as he took the Keys from Gara. [color=F87217]"Thank you Madam, you are to kind"[/color] he said with a gracious bow. Fredrick shook his head dismissively. [color=F87217]"Although that man was father and he did raise me, he was no one that deserve any sympathy. He was a cruel hunter, treating each kill of a new species of life as simply another trophy....Dark of me to say, but he much better off away from this world and the next..."[/color] Fredrick stated kinda coldly to Carmen. But coughed to clear his throat, putting on a sad smile.
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That's a fair point, strange I never thought of it like that huh?Wheaton wiggled his hand in the air, hmming. "sort of. Hostess' main job is to walk people to tables and such. Not a bad job, but not the best paying either."
"Well, as long as I can sustain myself, I suppose it wouldn't be so bad." Seras said, thinking she might like to try a civilian job.
"Splendid! I will send the KnightMare your name right away, and I shall mark it on your map! I am simply delighted that we're getting you settled!" Wheaton clucked, sounded happy as could be.
"Thank you sir." Seras said with a smile. Once her map was marked, she would head out. Even though she looked ill-equipped to handle the winter weather, she didn't even notice as she went to the restaurant.
Seras would find herself wandering to a strange dome, where two guards stood watch over a strange looking door.
One of the soldiers chuckled at Seras' expense. "Thinks this is a fookin' restaurant..." he wheezed to his buddy, patting his machine gun. "This dome has the Knightmare in it, yes. Gonna need to see your immi card ma'am." he asked, trying to be professional.
He nodded, and scanned the card, looking over the results on the handheld scanner, before turning to the dome and hitting a few buttons on his body armor.
The side of the dome split open and revealed a small chamber a person could enter. Another shell sat ahead of that.
The side of the dome split open and revealed a small chamber a person could enter. Another shell sat ahead of that.
"No, we're just opening the doors for the invisible men of Carcom 7!" the blue-voiced guard spat derisively. The red-voiced muttered, and slapped the other guard's head, and offered the card. "Just head on through and follow the map."
Seras would enter the first shell, only to hear it close behind her. Once it was shut, the next shell opened, revealing quite the insane parlor.
inside, it was as if someone had taken the vague concepts of Steampunk, Victorian England, and gothic architecture, mashed them all together, and spread the resultant mess over the city. there were strange walking machines carrying people dressed as aristocrats walking far about everyone else's heads, people not remiss from a Charles Dickens story talking with wolfmen, and vampires wearing goggles for no apparent reason running through the street, some with blood soaked mouths.
Seras would need to head straight ahead, to find The Knightmare restaurant.
inside, it was as if someone had taken the vague concepts of Steampunk, Victorian England, and gothic architecture, mashed them all together, and spread the resultant mess over the city. there were strange walking machines carrying people dressed as aristocrats walking far about everyone else's heads, people not remiss from a Charles Dickens story talking with wolfmen, and vampires wearing goggles for no apparent reason running through the street, some with blood soaked mouths.
Seras would need to head straight ahead, to find The Knightmare restaurant.