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Started by Anastasia, November 13, 2018, 10:38:14 PM

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Nephrite

"Does that make things harder for you?" Moore asks, curious about why this is an issue.

Anastasia

"More attention on us. I can work around it," Melia waves a hand, "But being a focal point of war tends to come with high levels of personal danger."
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<Afina> Forever.

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<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I'm sure we can get some bodyguards from On High if you need them." Moore says. "Just let me know if you need anything specific, all right?"

Anastasia

"I will," Melia says, "How's our warchest looking? War's expensive."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"It's got plenty. Around 280,000, give or take." Moore says. "And we can get things money can't buy if we need it. If it really is war, then we can requisition things from Jovar as needed, especially if it's something to help us specifically."

Anastasia

"That'll do. What about food and water? That taken care of from higher up?" Melia asks.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Yes. Worst case, magic can fill the need in a pinch." Moore says.

Anastasia

"We gonna hire mercenaries or anything?" Melia asks, "How's that work here?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"That is an excellent question." Moore says. "I don't know. I doubt it'll be something we have to handle, that will probably be organized somewhere else. I imagine our role in this will to be a strike force against elite agents, or something along those lines. I will find out more details, though."

Anastasia

"If we're able, I'd suggest hiring a discreet and morally unobjectionable band," Melia shakes her head, "Better to waste gold on it than be dying and wishing you'd had more forces."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Have any in mind specifically?" He asks. "I can get you the funds once I have a better idea of what we're expected to do."

Anastasia

"I have a few contacts," Melia says, "Tell me what you want out of a mercenary company."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Hmm..." Moore looks up as he considers that. "Probably a group who could evacuate civilians if needed. We may be engaged with something and can't leave to go somewhere, so I think that sort of thing would be ideal. Maybe I should say 'extraction.'"

Anastasia

"I'll get on it," Melia says, "I'll have them ready if you want them, once you get word about it." Hopping up, "Anything you need from Brightwater now, before things get hectic?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Stop by the Silverbrow Consortium for me. Ask for Ruby and tell her to come see me, or send someone she trusts." Moore says.