Three Bottles

[Caliban]

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Vincent left out a dry laugh. Perhaps he wasn't fully aware of the sorry appearance he sported. A tattered coat stretching down to his legs, covered in burn marks and gunshot holes. The bulky metal frame forming up his body was full of scratches and dents on the arms and chest, as well as a wide gash across his right temple.

"[It's a matter of perspective, Damien. Personally I think I look great! Then again...I wasn't much to look at in my past life either, wouldn't you agree?]" - he replied as his optics were recalibrating, not unlike how one would squint their eyes trying to make something out of a blurry image. - "[Oh well...I didn't arrange this wonderful dinner...-ing to give one another fashion ratings.]"

The merc would stand up to present the Direktor to Damien and viceversa. His optics flickered briefly in a certain rythm, followed by an instant injection of his signature orange-hued drug through the myriad of tubes stretching from his right arm to the chest and the back of the head. It had an immediate effect of sobering up the user as much as it could.

"[Cobra meet Direktor Kai Siegfried of the uh...]" - he paused as his voicebox adjusted to correctly spell what 'BDM' stood for - "[...Büro des Marinenachrichtendiensts. 'The Büro' for short. Direktor, meet Alliance Commander Damien Moretti of the Xenos.]"

He sat back down with a more sober look on his 'face'. There wasn't much more to say at the moment - each knew the other's group to an extent. Repeating the same basic information would help no one, and presenting either in a possibly 'good light' might suggest favoritism or where his own allegiances lie.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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