Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20160617071659/@comment-24416658-20161113071122

Alexander listened to Jericho attentively, one hand under his chin, nodding at parts he deemed important to nod at. Penelope stayed at her chair, also listening but deciding to remain estranged from the conversation. Onec Jericho finished, Alexander sighed.

"Lord knows I could do with more help," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "No offense intended to present company. But I'm sure you'll get the pay needed. Just, uh, you'll have to wait some time. We're not heading out for a few days." Alexander jumped, startled, as the woman sitting at the bar slammed her cup down.

"Not leaving yet?" she asked, standing as her stool scraped against the floor, "That's good to hear. I'm in need of some help. If you're interested." Turning, the woman removed her head covering, revealing her long red hair, which she proceeded to shake out. Her bayoneted hunting rifle poked out behind her back.

"The name's Pyrrha," she said, her striking green eyes contrasting her wide smile, "And I think I have a job for you lot."

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"Much appreciated, ma'am," the guard said, taking the caps, "Please don't cause any more trouble."

"Seriously," the other guard continued, rather meekish, "N-not like we could do anything about it...considering your....equipment..." The first guard smacked the second on the back of the head, nodded to the two women, and dragged him away.

"Ain't that hard to find him, sugar," Sally tells Dar with a giggle, "Walk outside and find his shop. Got a big ol' sign on it with his name. Mikkel's Merchandise, that's the one. He'll be the one that'll go for these. Even if I did buy 'em off ya, I'd end up sellin' 'em to him anyway. I got an image to uphold. Take care, now!"