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[neverloseagain]

So we're doing this, huh? I could use a break from Mother Base. And that music? Not bad! If time improved cassette players, you owe me one, you know. Call it a sales tax for my cooperation.

Now find me some icons. I know it's hard to believe, but I can make faces with the sunglasses on.

Comments

[raisedbybirds]

Time will improve that antique by leaps and bounds.

[neverloseagain]

Good to hear it! I wasn't much of a fan at first, but the idea of portable music's grown on me.

Take it gear follows suit? Or are you a robot?

[raisedbybirds]

Aren't the implications the same, gear or robot? [Cute dodge, right?]

There are weapons worse than robots.

[neverloseagain]

You sure? Giant killer robots seem plenty bad to me. But I guess we're always finding more efficient ways to kill each other. Military, industry, government, it's all wrapped up together.

[that wasn't bitter at all]

I'd rather know if you're a robot off the bat, though.

[raisedbybirds]

Bioweaponry. [It is all wrapped up together, unfortunately.] Dangerous enough to warrant a full set of gear like this.

[neverloseagain]

[a long, low whistle]

Man, I know there were efforts to research that on the Japanese side in World War II, but I didn't think it'd take off. At least your armor looks pretty bulletproof.

It's not too heavy to wear all day long?

[raisedbybirds]

It's like a second skin to me.

It's for hire too if the price is right.

[neverloseagain]

I'm listening. Sell me on the capabilities, too. Tell me about the weapons. Can it fly?

[they can probably sell some drugs to fund getting a couple of these bad boys, if potentially flying armor suits negate the need for scouts in the thick Costa Rica jungle. or maybe not. would Boss kill him if he got MSF into the drug market? it'd be a good business move, and the ends justify the means if it keeps casualties down.]

[raisedbybirds]

[When you a think a girl can distance herself from military, here she is talking to another one thinking it might be different... old habits die hard, she supposes.]

Let me clarify: I'm for hire, not for R&D. [He wouldn't be the first to try either, and for a lot of good reasons.]

Maybe I can offer a demonstration instead. I don't exactly carry a resume around with me.

[neverloseagain]

Shame. We could use more than a few of what you've got.

But we're not your typical outfit-- it's all in the name, 'Militaires Sans Frontières'. We're soldiers without a nation or ideals that sell the full range of military services as a private corporation. When you join up, you cut ties with the country you used to call 'home'.

And don't worry about impressing me. You can hold a gun, you've got a bunk. Anything more, you'll have to earn.

[colonel_thunderbolt]

You are rather vain for a soldier are you not? [Raikov couldn't really talk but Volgin was interested in this American and what Mother Base was.]

[neverloseagain]

No reason I can't look good while I do my job.

[colonel_thunderbolt]

Hm. That music? I wouldn't call it music, more of deafening row. Is that what you Americans call music?

[neverloseagain]

Sounds like they speak pretty good Japanese, for Americans.

Look, are you trying to start a fight or something? Because I've got better things to do.

[uwot]

You still have a cassette player? Jesus. How poor are you?

[neverloseagain]

A portable cassette player. One of the first. I'm gathering 1974 isn't a popular year to be from.

[uwot]

Look mate, you don't need to impress me. I came from a working class family; it took me 'til I was fifteen before I could afford a pair of headphones that worked. Just keep your head up and maybe someday you'll be able to buy your own Discman.

[neverloseagain]

[breathe in. breathe out slowly. count to ten.]

I'll bet your mom's proud. How long did it take you to earn that money?

[uwot]

Hell if I know. Why? Looking for tips?

[neverloseagain]

Wanted to know how impressed I should be.

If you were so damn proud of it, you think you'd know.

[uwot]

Hey, you're the one tossing pride around like it means something. I just thought it was a whimsical little footnote in my personal history.

So, somewhere beneath curing cancer.

[neverloseagain]

...you're serious?

[mammonite]

Mothuh Base, huh? [Cha-ching!] You, uh, you military or somethin', pal?

[neverloseagain]

[well, this guy's either a drug addict or a used car salesman, time to find out which]

Who's asking?

[mammonite]

Name's Ricardo Irving. I work for a little organization called TRICELL.

[Like that's sure to ring any bells. When it doesn't...]

Here.

[He takes out a little case from his breast pocket and whips out a business card, handing it off to Kaz. It makes note of his name as well as his title - Head Researcher, TRICELL Africa Inc., Resource Development Division - and has some pretty fancy logos.]

[neverloseagain]

[Kaz doesn't even look impressed-- he shoves the card unceremoniously in his pocket. Scummy businessman it is. Takes one to know one.]

Cut to the chase. What are you selling and why do I want it?

[mammonite]

Because you are military, aren'tcha? Got yerself a nice little base of operations and everythin'. 'Least, that's what I'm guessin'.

Bottom line is, yer gonna need weapons, right? 'Coz brother? Wait'll you see my toys.

[neverloseagain]

I'm listening.

[sexcapade]

This is TERRRRRRRRIBLE pole dancing music! UGGGGGGGGGGGH!

I suppose your behemoth sized pecks will have to make up for your god awful sense of rhythm.

[neverloseagain]

You think my pecs are that nice? I'm flattered.

[sexcapade]

Do I.

The THINGS I would do with those juuuuuuicy melons!!!!

[moondragon]

Well, in my time, cassette players are so obsolete that the newer generations don't generally know what they even are. Same goes for what came next: the walkman. It's all about the phones and MP3 players.

That sure is some strange music. Nice melody, but otherwise it's strange. (My mun says that the lyrics sound only like noise sometimes. Or maybe it's her crummy earbuds.)

CAN I TAG THIS TWO MONTHS LATE?? I only just noticed this but I can't miss a Kaz

[gunplay]

So you work at a base, do you? Which base is it?

((EDIT: I have three icons you can take: ))

YES, nice username and ty for the icons!

[neverloseagain]

Why? Lookin' for a new outfit?

[it's cheerful, but there's an edge underneath-- if they're going to end up on opposite sides of a gun, he'd rather know now.]

[gunplay]

Sure, if my skills aren't being wasted.

[neverloseagain]

They wouldn't be. Skill's the only thing that matters here-- no amount of kissing ass or giving the right answers will help you climb the ladder. If you're good, we'll put you where it counts the most.

So, question is, what can you do?

[gunplay]

A better question would be what can't I do.

[Out comes the revolvers. Time for some pointless gun-spinning.]

But I'll tell you one thing... if it's intel you want, you won't be disappointed.

[neverloseagain]

[over the course of the gun spinning, Kaz's face goes from interested to amused to confused and finally to annoyed. holy shit, is this ever going to end?]

[and then it does, finally, and he's about to make some snarky comment about the circus, but--]

Information's the best kind of weapon. The kind no one sees coming.

Do you need protection, or are you a freelancer?

[gunplay]

[He makes a derisive noise at the word "protection".]

Just trying to find someone worth my time. Or who is at least interesting enough.

[neverloseagain]

Hey, I don't know who you pissed off.

Anyway, what sort of interesting we talking?