kismet_loop | [video]

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‡‡metal gear rising | raiden

[video]

[Awkward turtle is awkward as the video feed came up. Raiden wasn't used to anything he did being broadcast actually turning out to be a positive thing. He was also fidgeting, passing something that looked awfully like a slightly glowy blue hockey puck from hand to hand.]

Uh. Hi.

I could use a favor from, uh, somebody sciencey I guess. Flying roomba over there couldn't help me. I don't mind a trade, but none of that owe-you-one-later BS, thanks.

[He scratched the back of his head a little, making his hair stick up in all directions.]

If that's not your thing... is there anything to actually do around this place?

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You would think, but. Here I am.

[ Smiling briefly, she nods in a long distance curtsy ]

Elsa.

And yourself?

[ Pursing her lips, she ponders the invasive question. ]

I don't suppose you'd be looking for a doctor, would you?

Raiden.

[He snorted about the question.]

What, about this? [He carefully tapped the bandage looking thing over his eye.] It's not actually a bandage. I can see just fine.

[ Oh, yeah. She noticed. And she's caught off guard by how she's caught. ]

Oh. I see.

It's also, there's...quite a few people who just arrive, and that is immediately what they need first.

Excuse me. I suppose I shouldn't pry.

Eh, don't worry about it. I've seen what you mean about people coming in needing help.

[He grinned a bit.]

Prying's half the fun. And I'm pretty hard to offend.

[ Okay, now it was sounding like he was practically inviting her to pry.

So she does. ]

Then what might I ask do you need with one of the 'science-y' types?

Just a supply problem. Not a robot, so I can't use energon, but I'm not kitted out for normal food right now, either.

Miasma kinda pulled me in while I was in the middle of wrapping up a mission.

[Well it was one way of putting it.]

Supply---oh. Fuel. I see.

That's unfortunate.

A mission? You're an agent of some sort?

Could be worse. Could be raining.

[He shrugged.]

Something like that. I don't like leaving loose ends where I can help it.

[ Understanding sort of...floats on through her expression. Oh boy. ]

You're....?

[ It sounds like she's guessing, but she's really trying to find a proper word. ]

...a sort of, er, mercenary?

[ Assassin sounded too strong, after all. She is a figurehead. ]

Not really "sort of" one. Nobody likes to use the word, but that's what I do.

[He grinned just a little.]

Of course, I do freelance stuff on the side. If you're hiring.

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