[i]Lance froze, hearing the voice from behind him. He turned around, wondering what it could've been that he'd dropped. He stood tall, at about 6'2", clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor. Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. On the inner wrist, a coiled red cobra, ready to strike. At the man's hip lie three katanas. The first is a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. The second is more at home, completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. Devoid of color. The third and final blade is rather drab; an olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. One of the more peculiar things about the man is the mask he wore. A traditional Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very form just reeked of power and capability. It was almost hard to not be impressed by the confidence in him. https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F https://imgur.com/a/SXcJq The item she was holding was a small black coin, the size of a half dollar. On one side, a yin-yang symbol. On the opposite, two katanas crossed. Almost like the symbol on his chest but seperated. He extended his hand, the mask folding backwards in a fashion that made it seem it wasn't there in the first place. He was young, no older than 25 with chocolate brown hair that had a lock of it falling in his face. His face was all sharp angles with an amused expression, like he was in on a joke you werent. His eyes though...they were startling. Colder than the arctic and yet blazed hotter than Hell. The icy blue screamed rage and anger, along with sorrow. [/i] "Thank you.." [i] He said, taking the coin from her hand. How he'd dropped it in the first place was a mystery..the armor he wore didn't seem to have pockets. [/i]

"No problem." [i]Her voice was sultry, and bordered on the flirtatious, but Lance's sharpened sense of judgement indicated that this was likely just her personality. Otherwise, she looked fairly anomalous, in ways you couldn't fully understand. She had the body of a gymnast, the snarky smirk of a bored teenager (though she seemed older than that), and the sniper rifle of a trained professional. But what was most revealing was her eyes. In them you could see the artificial cyan tint common in NTR Rangers with macular augmentations. Upon closer inspection, you could also make out certain heightened colors in her irises as a result of the hallucinogen Shine, a popular recreational drug. But most alarmingly, you saw an anger and a pain that nearly matched your own, which seemed completely out of place with her character. [/i] "You're the first person I've seen using actual coins in this place--everyone else uses modern credits. You aren't from here, are you?"

[i]Xavier stopped, and immediately checked his pockets. What he realised was missing was his Psionic Amp, which was previously holstered on his hip of his cargo pants. He turned around and took it.[/i] "Thanks." [i]He was a 5"10 Man, with dark hair that had hints of purple in it. His brown eyes had a sense of experience, and a bit of smugness. He wore a black, purple and blue jacket with a black shirt worn underneath, and cargo pants that could carry a hefty amount of ammo. His runners were simple, but reinforced as if he was going for a long run. ODST armour was worn over his clothing, but still made it visible.[/i]

[i]She gave him a quick grin--a brief flash of teeth--before handing him over the amplifier. One curious thing that had always intrigued her about this place is that nearly everyone she had seen--herself included, for that matter--were simply strolling around in armor. So many people, in fact, that she could distinguish the soldiers from the mercs from the guards, or really anyone, so it was often better to ask,[/i] "Where'd you get that armor?"

[i]Oh shit![/i] [b]Jäger checks to see if his .44 Magnum is still there. It is not.[/b] [i]Uhh. Thanks, I guess.[/i]

"No problem soldier." [i]She twirls the gun around her finger in a practiced flourish, spinning it around the trigger guard, before catching it, and returning it by the barrel to you.[/i] ".44? Trusty gun you've got there."

*Phoenix turns to face her and notices the hilt in her hand, instinctively checking himself to see if he had it. Once he sees that it was gone, he takes it and attaches it to his belt "Thank you."-Phoenix(kindly)

"Oh, no problem." [i]She gives him a polite smile, inwardly recognizing him as Alpha's onetime ally, and now his target. He wouldn't have recognized her as the Sniper that had gotten Alpha off of her, but regardless, she was careful when she asked,[/i] "So, I've been hearing rumors about this terrorist--some kid named Alpha. He's got a pretty large bounty on his head... Would you know anything about his whereabouts, one bounty hunter to another?"

"Yeah. Stay away from him. The kid is crazy and won't hesitate to kill you even if you give him little to no reason to. Whatever bounty is on him better be tripled if it is going to be worth the fight. Why? You considering going after him?"-Phoenix

"Maybe I am. I saw a picture of the goat-boy--didn't seem like much to me. For a bounty that size, I'd do just about anything." [i]She sounds a little bit arrogant, but in a cheerful manner. She's either deluded, or confident in her skills.[/i]

"Well, the guy may not look like much, but he is extremely powerful. Me and Silver barely escaped him, and both of us take on people who blow up planets pretty much on a daily basis."-Phoenix

"Then you should up your game a little. Not dropping your sabers is a good way to start." [i]She gives another cheeky smile, and begins to walk away,[/i] "Soon enough, I'm sure you'll be able to beat a goat-boy... Probably."

"With a bit of help, maybe."-Phoenix *he holds the hilt in his hand for a second, then turns to her once again "Speaking of that, would you be interested in a little business proposition, Ms...?"-Phoenix

"Galahad. Celina Galahad." [i]She gives him a curious look over her shoulder, still with her back turned to him. The weapon on her back was incredibly impressive, and you doubted that she'd be outfitted with a gun like that unless she was good... Really good.[/i] "I'm listening."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Phoenix."-Phoenix *he walks around her u till he is in front of her, thinking it would make their discussion easier "You want Alpha dead, right? Well, I just so happen to know him pretty well. I'll go lure him to courtyard B3 and once he comes, we can team up on him and split the bounty between us. Both of us combined will be too much for him to handle. What do you say?"-Phoenix

[i]She thinks about it, tilting her head to the side in contemplation, before turning towards you on her heel.[/i] "If I get half of my payment up front, it's a deal. I need to know that you won't stab me in the back, like most of these other hunters would." [i]She extends a hand out to accept the deal.[/i] "And we'll get him. Scout's honor."

[b]Damien froze instinctively, the though of dropping something causing a chill to rise up his mechanical spine... What had he dropped? What personal item had this stranger just unknowingly stumbled across and lifted?[/b] [b]He turned slowly, patting himself down while putting on a cheap smile. He was in his typical attire... Large olive green fur coat, spiky blonde hair, baggy jeans, two leather gloves, large homemade fur boots, a white t-shirt, and two piercing yellow eyes that were narrowed to slits like a cat's. but his most striking feature was the metal jaw... One held in place by two clamps running up the cheeks and disappearing down the neck with sharpened teeth.[/b] [b]He looked to the woman, eyes alight with laziness and boredom... He seemed odd and bizarre... But he had a sense of charm to it, and a sense of danger that would give any normal person goosebumps. He was tall and lean, 6'3 with some muscle, but nothing obnoxious... And of course he was decently attractive... Mot super eye catching, but definitely not the word someone could do.[/b] [i]"Uh thanks..."[/i] [b]Damien looked down at the bottle of pills the woman had picked up, scowling in the inside... Neuropozyne. A highly addictive pain killer meant for those who had augments... Which Damien had plenty of...[/b] [b]Damien certainly didn't need that much, but he had been abusing cigarettes and alcohol most his life, the drug merely a step down the spiral... He wasn't addicted... Yet... But the relief the drug brought to his mechanical organs was intense and beyond satisfactory.[/b] [b]He outstretched a gloved hand and sighed, figuring that there were worse scenarios.[/b] [i]"No... I'm not a drugie... Before you ask."[/i]

[i]She gave him a wicked grin as she handed over the container, recognizing Neuropozyme for what it was. Her father had worked for a major industry back home, and one subsidiary company that often worked with them had experimented with chemical augmentations... And she knew how painful they could be. Her augmentations had turned her hair white from stress and pain, and she had once relied on such drugs to cope. [/i] "I'll take your word for it sir. Still, that's a helluva good time in that container." [i]She nonchalantly joked about the drugs, while fiddling idly with a bandoleer strap. You got the impression that she wasn't entirely normal--quirky, perhaps. You wouldn't have expected such a woman to be carrying such a large rifle slung over her back, but looks could be deceiving.[/i] "Where'd you get that jaw of yours?"