originally posted in:The New Dojo
He snickered as he grabbed the items and was led by the drones into a room, entering it and shutting it with them outside.
Once he did that he immediately changed out of the typical winter gear for the charcoal suit and dress shoes. It fit as expected and was indistinguishable from any other ordinary suit. He did not find a tie necessary for now as he left the suit's jacket unbuttoned.
Then it was into the mask which had gave given an uncomfortable presence which would give the light hearted a good fright. It felt like it was staring at him from across the room as he went to pick it up and place it on his face. With a final touch and a bit of patting around he had found the hood and put it over his head.
No more was this Samuel Weiss, the contract killer. Replacing him was Landeythan, A Valravyn.
He looked at himself from a mirror and found not his face but instead replacing it was a more cold, emotionless one. He found approval in it and then left the room with his winter gear in his arms back to Mason.
"It's perfect Mason. Fits like it used to."
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Satisfied, the older man gave a sigh of relief. "Good. While I love all my gadgets here, there are always glitches in any system. It would be a pain in the arse to try and do adjustments again, so I'm glad everything fit." His eyes studied the emotionless mask, inwardly admitting that it was quite offputting. "Don't think you need any fear memetics drawn onto that thing. Already unsettling as it is, if I'm being honest." More unsettling than what he let on. If it weren't for Sam's voice beneath the mask, he would've been liable to draw his hidden weapon just for safety precautions. But he didn't. He was in the midst of an ally, and a grateful one at that. "I'm ex-SAD," he explained, "a quartermaster, I guess you could say. But that doesn't really describe what we did in all honesty. The kind of education you got screened for as well as the kind of stuff you [i]learned...[/i] Amazing stuff. And I'm more than happy we have people like you who'll put my stuff to good use." Unlike his joke from earlier, he sounded completely genuine.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 1/5/2018 2:29:08 AM"Over my years of being who I am, I've learned that I should appreciate gifts like these. I can only hope that any other [b]customers[/b] you get can do the same as well Mason." Samuel stood still for a moment as he pondered about something. The eeriness of the mix of the mask and silence taking effect almost immediately before he removed the hood and took the mask off. "There are many things one person can learn. I have a proposal for you Mason. What if I told you I had a friend who wishes to learn...more, like you did. His name is Daniel Creed and he's a ex-engineer from a PMC and a general whiz with technology. This can be quite the work doing it single handed, perhaps you could consider hiring him here?"
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His eyes lit up. It often got lonely at Billhook, save for the customers of the Dojo who passed in and out. He never apprenticed anyone at SAD either, retiring early before that could happen. "Send his file to command for the standard screening. If it wasn't for that, I'd say send him over right now. As well as the drones are, it's always good to have a new set of ideas on deck."
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 1/6/2018 5:00:10 AMSamuel nodded as he placed the mask down on the counter and rifled through his winter greatcoat to grab his PDA. With a few presses and some scrolling he had sent the engineer's file to command for review. "Done. You should be getting a new employee if he passes. Once again thank you for the suit and the mask, it was a pleasant surprise." Samuel told Mason as he put the PDA back in it's original spot. He was certainly one of the more kinder people he met in his travels. "Farewell Mason, I'll come here if I need anything that requires your personal touch." [spoiler]End if you want.[/spoiler]