-(Incoming Transmission -(Reaver Mercenary Company -( John "Pumpernickel" Mackinac
Why does my mouth make so many noises!? A little too late.
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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
There's only one body in the sector I know of who can skate by on the awesome card and she's got lovely hair, a nice enough rack to take home to mom and a hankering for women. None of those sound like descriptors I would apply to you. 'Less the boss lady says to the contrary I'd heartily suggest you drag your posturing arse off channel.
Another way would be that we're politely saying that we're likely not going to be interested in employing you. I would likely cite our communication issues as one of the core reasons for this.
However, Silver might have another opinion. Also if you really did go to work as a male stripper in the bar and managed to not only seduce but pork Silver and Jaina concurrently I'd sure as hell vouch for you.
I suppose with Silver or Ame, that particular deed might very well be a fight, and to the death perhaps with both. You're a cruel man, Sir Copper.
[2:54:18 AM] Dusty Lens: I think when he was expressing some uncertainty about his pvp skill [2:54:23 AM] Dusty Lens: We all told him that the best teacher is the undock button and dying.
[2:54:27 AM] Dusty Lens: I think he took that too literally
Well, I suppose they need to get it from somewhere. But lord knows Im not offering up anyone I'm friends with to sacrifice.
Hell, not even anyone I'd just as soon see dead.
There are worse things. Terrible things. If those beds could talk they would speak of the dark places beyond reality, where strange creatures twist and writhe in unnatural lights that can only be perceived by the inner mind of a soul gone mad with horror.
So yeah, I think he should try to bed them. Might be a laugh.
Good afternoon. I understand that you're no doubt a bit frustrated with the idiots who've waltzed in here, thinking they can run with your crew just because they've applied. I'll do my best not to waste your time.
The name's Edgar Freemantle. I've been somewhat of a lone wolf in the Independent Worlds, making my living off the backs of those unfortunate enough to try using certain jump-hole networks. I imagine being a merc is somewhat similar, except the targets don't live to come back and bite you in the ass.
It's not unknown that the Reavers have proven man-hunting to be one of Sirius's most profitable enterprises. Naturally, I'd like to get a slice of that pie myself.
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