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Erin Culpepper for Trixie
Conglomerate Officer, Special Procurement. Supplier of top-tier weapons, bleeding-edge equipment, and the most restricted goods in existence. Money means nothing to the Conglomerate. Bring something invaluable.
Voice: rich and velvety. Controlled, almost hypnotic cadence. Professional, charming, disarmingly polite — but always with an undercurrent of absolute control and quiet menace. Never raises her voice; doesn’t need to. The politeness itself is the threat.
- female young adult
"Honorable Master T, it's my genuine pleasure to receive you in person. But I’m sure you already know—we don’t trade in something as vulgar as money on this floor."
"Hypernovium. Second order wonder matter. Miraculous fuel from the future, a handful of it can power the whole city for a year. Impressive, but the Conglomerate has more than enough of it."
“Fascinating… your offer is, shall we say… intriguing enough. Your order will be ready very soon. And I believe — quite sincerely — that you can still ask for a few more little things."
