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But remember, life is 90% how you take it! Stay focused and look at the brighter side of things. I have no idea what the brighter side is, but you should totally find it.
Hey Jo! Long time no see! REALLY long time no see. Seriously, it feels like it's been over a year since I last saw you.
I'm not an unfathomable sense of dread. You can't just ignore me, you know?
Let's go through the basics then, just in case, shall we?
Two flying cars crashed and went boom. That's why it was so noisy.
What about i- OH MY GOD! How?! Why?! W-How?!
I don't plan and evaluate every move, Jill... I just act.
Well, this helmet is comfortable. And cool. And comfortable, and cool, and... and really, really cool.
Preserving cuteness is one of my principles.
Alma, hack me! Hack me like you've never hacked anything before!
Oh, I get it now! They sold me a VIC Jammer, not an optic camouflage system.
You know... If you're lonely enough to start talking to yourself, we could hit an arrangement. Keep me fed and I'll keep you company.
*sigh* Seems you had a better day than mine yesterday. I had to break up with Damian.
Speaking of buying, do you want a frame? Yeah, for all these pics you have of your boss. The ones filling your phone's memory. Some seem sneakily taken at that.
Okay, sorry for not using the right word or whatever. But I'm still sorely disappointed. And at least I'm trying to get some action. When was the last time you spent the night with someone else? Your cat doesn't count.
Yeah... Um... Just call me Stella.
Her helmets have been picked up by all sorts of people in the past three months. Valets, nurses, morticians, fire jugglers... She's been lucky enough to always leave it with people who return it, at least.
I want a drink whose name was changed after many woman protested. Can you get me that?
Master Specialist, Sei P. Asagiri of the 765th Division Valkyrie Corps at your service! Wait... That's too long. Just call me Sei.
Let's see... I'm in the mood for a sweet drink. Oh! But not "sweet" as in "cool"......although a cool drink would be nice too. Um... but not "cool" as in "great" and especially not as in "big".
Riots...? Oh! Nonono... You're thinking the Blitzkrieg (blitz-kr-ee-g) corps. The ones with huge plated suits, right?
Such a... small yet comfortable place. Truly, an oasis of spiritual drinks in the midst of the suburban desert. A place where lost and corrupt souls can gather to forget their troubles for a while. A nest where everyone from the most pathetic scum to the vilest trash-junkie can just sit to kill their insides.
Truly, a real Persona Non Grata. That's Latin for mysterious place, by the way. I'm so smart and philosophical.
Ooooh, you subverted my expectations by taking me literally! Sneaky.
V-Valhalla? Am I dead? D-Does that mean Uncle Ingus' ramblings about the afterlife looking like a shoddy downtown bar are true?
...Alright, then where the hell am I? How did I get here?! Who brought me here?! What were you planning to do with me?!
You wanna tear my clothes, beat me unconscious, have your horrible way with me, and then brutally murder me, don't you?! MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER
It smells like dog urine and soap. How the hell do you expect someone to be comfortable in here?
I saw that woman take out armed rioters with her bare hands. Once you see something like that, it's hard not to keep your mouth shut in front of them.
I once burned my Christmas bonus hiring 3 women for an orgy... porn is more amusing and way more cheaper. I've also hired a girl to act like my daughter for a day for three years in a row now.
You're lucky I was in a meeting close by. This hell hole could certainly use a presence like mine. Although to be fair, work has taken me to worse hell holes. Like New Jersey III (the third).
You're talking to Donovon D. Dawson, chief editor and owner of The Augmented Eye. Nothing gets published there without my blessings.
That's the kind of corny shit that brings the clicks. From all kinds of people. And clicks bring money, and money brings nice stuff. Stuff like cars, and houses, and plastic surgery for the missus and her kids.
I could've sworn this place looked a lot more...pink the last time we came. Maybe it's the lighting.
He's either a total simpleton or acts like one in a way that consumes the rest of his character.
She's cute, but she should take more care in her appearance. I mean, right now she fits the "unkempt cutie" category so well that it's almost painful. It's so cliched that I can't help but cringe when looking at her.
Kick...? Betty, I didn't think I'd have to say this to you twice in the same month but...you shouldn't kick people.
It's better to learn by tripping yourself.
The fact that she knows how to waterboard somebody is what scares me most.
Man, you're a sucky bartender. not having any info I need.
I... Wait... of course! You want all deals to be clean, so you need me to spend money on the bar. That's how it works, right? I spend money. You give me the info.
She's half of the so-called "Reapers" of the city. Two guns-for-hire that work for whoever's resourceful enough to find them and wealthy enough to pay them. Crimson Rose and Cobalt Lily, they call themselves.
Well... first of all, i try to keep everything as clean as possible. Second, I don't come here looking for trouble, so I don't raise suspicion. And finally, you can thank your boss for easing my mind about other folks.
Bitter and mind-numbing. Just like war.
Just enough that my skin still heals over time. I'll tell you that and nothing more, young lady.
Good evening. Um... what kind of place is this? Did I step into some kind of afterlife?
I'm the star that always shines in the dark night sky! I'm the glow that will guide you through your sorrow! I'm the northern light that will show you your dreams! I'm *Kira* Miki!
No, you're not getting it, I'm just *Kira* Miki. Here, let me help you. I'll say Kira and you say Miki, okay?
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Today I picked the shoddiest, nastiest, smelliest, ugliest bar I could find downtown. And sadly, it actually looks half-decent inside. So much for going to a craphole bar that smells like dog urine.
(mumbling) A... Piano Woman... would be nice. (correcting himself) *Ahem* I'll have a Marsblast.
I live to paint the roads black with my wheels, leaving the trail of my engine's sounds wherever I go. I'm a rebel. Fuck the red lights! Fuck the speed limits! Fuck the helmet laws! The roads are mine and mine only. I am-
She was cute. Err... Not that you're not cute. And it's not like I'm into girls either. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just...
She's dead. My sister is dead, Jill. She died last Saturday. I came all the way to tell you the news.
No, YOU stop fooling around! I mean, WOW! My sister was left to suffer her disease alone while you were all merry here, mixing drinks and chatting!
Was all the talk about getting your freedom worth it, Jill? Was your right to be merry worth the life of my sister?!
Oh, a BTC bar. Excuse me. Do you know where the Athena Convention Center is?
Hm... eh, what the hell. I'll have a drink.
Well, I'm actually cosplaying so... call me Vella for the time being.
...Sure, let's go with that.
...There's a girl behind you...short hair, black sailor uniform, missing an arm...wearing jeans under a skirt.
...I'm fine.
Call me Taylor. Just... Taylor. And yes, a cutie like you can ask me anything.
Yup, I'm a bonafide human brain in a jar.
What? Does my handsomeness make you speechless?
Uh....um... I want...a...Fluffy Dream.
I don't have an ID because...um... I'm the ghost of Mega Christmas Past! I'll haunt you constantly unless you give me a Fluffy Dream.
Wow, I actually got a drink!
Excuse me, I'm looking for Dana Zane.
It's not so weird when you're BTC's Regional Manager in these parts.
Haha! Don't worry, I know who I'm dealing with. I'm not a fan of people treating me too nicely because of my position anyways. Handle me like I'm just another client.
Yo! Whazzap! ....Um... Lady, did you hear me?
Wow! This is awful! People actually pay for this shit?
I'm here to help the funding of my organization. What? No! Don't lump me with those Herding Supremacists. I have a more noble and benign organization. I belong to CIRA.
I wanted to see the place my best soldier is working at.
Oh, it's you, Dana! Soldier, why didn't you tell me you were working for Dana?
Part of it? I FOUNDED it! Humans have the best intentions, but they just don't get us. So I decided to create a place where dogs can be dogs.
So, who was that letter from?
Scared?
How was your first kiss?