*for a few mins a black screen is all that is seen on the Comms, a glaring white lite lights up the camera, a familiar voice is heard* Hey Hellhound, or is it Warlord now? *Amy walks in front of the camera, wearing an old Blood Dragon, outfit with stitched on Padua Liberty Rogue patch on it* It's been to long since I've reached out to anyone from my old life, but I need a favor from you if your still alive, or around.
Recipient(s): -Amy Hawthorne- Sender: <|> Josie "Rose" Hemlocke <|> Location: <|> Dark Matter Interference <|> Subject: <|> Old Faces <|>
The comm feed would open with a heavy dose of static, the signal strength appeared scattered, and took awhile to clear up as sounds and an image arrived to replace it. The blinding crimson gaze Hemlocke had been known for, even all the way back when Amy ran with him, was still there, and it glared in an eerie silence. Watching the camera feed for an uncomfortable amount of time. Eventually, after one may find it relatively annoying, he would speak.
"A favor?"
A pointed pause, he didn't sound particularly amused.
"What makes you think I owe you anything, Hawthorne."
There that awe unfased look on your face Hemlocke. If your still the same man I knew, them I'll cute the laughs and giggles, for now. I need to know if the Rogues on Attica can fix up my Barguest & My hellhound. There both old and outdated, ontop of that I need new armorments for the Boat, and another layer of Armor for the Bargeei. If it's money your looking for I can pay, always have been able-to. I also have the means to transport the Materials if need be a swell.*She rolls her eyes* You don't own me a favor it's me asking for one from you.