>>>>>[Good news! I'm alive! They didn't expect me to be. Apparently my job was a suicide run. Seriously. Elvish mouths dropped. But they underestimate the Dragonslayer's gifts!... it was mostly due to the abiliity I have to walk without making noise. But my job went off without a hitch. Stuff happened. Long story short, Holloweeners are dead in a gang skirmish and now I have some rep going or something. Bad news. The job I was given was, I guess it was meant to be ATTEMPTED, wetwork. And when I got back my fixer looked at me like he thought wetwork would be something I would be good at. Well I mean I know some criminal psychology and I know a girl with access to some forensic tech but... uh... maybe I don't wanna be an assassin. Can someone get me a job that doesn't involve, exclusively, killing metahumans so I can stop this ball before it gets rolling? PS. Kitten I sent you a message about a place to meet. Hope you like ramen! And I will bring the beer so don't worry.]<<<<<
-- Vexboy (08:16:28/01-16-75)