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[retromach]

[Hel-Shredder Persuasion 21]

The artisan considers, then agrees. He'll take the weapons and money, and promises to have the item completed by the time Mr. Shredder returns.

[Bill Chompski]

Through extended and loyal service, he'd received several awards before he found himself among stars. But one of his largest accomplishments easily was holding back a hidden enemy flank on a crippled forward base while the majority of his fellow soldiers were defending a frontal attack.
Several times, he'd been caught and cited with theft of medical painkillers.

When Detlas finally leaves the embassy with bad news and a pouch of coins, he still feels just as lost and disoriented.

The past three days had been largely dealing with his country. And then they just...hand him money, and sent him on his way. Decades of service, and it ended like that.
The warm feelings he had coming back to civilization dissipate again, leaving him cold once more.
For the fourth time, he walks back to the guild.
Washes his uniform. Shaves. Cleans his body.

The next 17 days he does very little.
Most of his time is spent trying to learn how the war concluded, and what happened while he was gone.
He tends to do nothing, a lot. Just rest in his spot of the staff house, staring off at the ceiling or wall.

Slowly, he begins to eat more and more, though he notably avoids alcohol or anything particularly flavorful, and only ever drinks from his superior canteen.
In time, he gains the weight he lost, and his body begins to rapidly recover back to how it was before he was blasted away, when he was in his prime.


Roughly a week and a half into Jundar's stay at the guild, Hel-Shredder Rippedspleens gets a knock at his office door.

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder is found chewing out some poor intern for apparently making a minor mistake on some paperwork. "IT'S CALLED A COMA YOU MOOK! LEARN TO USE IT! RUN-ON SENTENCES SHOULD NEVER APPEAR IN OFFICIAL HOUSE DOCUMENTS!"

Upon hearing the knock on the door, the Hobgobin's tone quickly changes. "Come in!" He calls warmly, and upon seeing that his guest is Deltas, a wide grin spreads across his face. "What can I do you for friend!" He beams, dismissing the poor soul he was yelling at with a wave.

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan went where he regularly went. Every two weeks if he could, he took a trip down to Tavrick's landing, spent some time wandering and speaking with people, especially in the Cyrian camps. He tended to pay for an inn, always feeling a little bad about not staying in the camp but... he had to stay in his best shape. And as much as he wanted to improve the camp enough that his people didn't have to live in squalor, that would require far more money and power than he had. Dullahan spends 2 galifars to stay in the inn, and 5 more carousing in lower Tavrick's landing (Persuasion = 7)

[retromach]

Dullahan emerged from his walk through the refugee camps, having spend the day playing cards, talking with people, and trying to be a positive influence. He was glad not to take any of the camp's resources by staying.

While he was exiting, an airskiff flew alongside him. A mysterious woman in red dress and jacket with a sharp, high rising collar stopped by. She seemed to be in a curious mood. "What an oddity. A unique model of warforged. Why, I've never seen the like of you. Can your head and body feel one another, when separated?"

[JaxtalMK2]

"Mmm? Yes actually as far as I can tell. I can also see and hear through both at the same time. Why do you ask?" Dullahan had been surprised by the question, but didn't see the harm in answering. At least this time it wasn't someone just trying to steal his head and run off with it. That was always a bit bothersome.

[Bill Chompski]

Paying little attention to the yelling or intern, Jundar steps in, and towards the hobgoblin.

He looks much different from the initial meeting.
First off, he's clean. His skin lacks any significant amount of dirt or grime. His wild beard has been replaced by a clean-shaved and decently handsome face (though he still looks older, and continues to carry his vacant, dull stare), and his matted, thick 'hermit' hair has been totally removed, leaving a light stubble on his head.
While he's still wearing his patched up and threadbare uniform (which is now washed), he's put on plenty of weight onto his once emaciated and ghasty body, and fills in the fatigues nicely.
Also, back to his regular size, he's quite imposing. He's easily one of the strongest looking normal humans you've seen, and that combined with his height and improved looks, you can easily see a professional soldier, instead of a wretched vagrant.

"I need work." Detlas announces simply, his voice firmer, but just as cold and blank.

[retromach]

"Mm.." She considered, eyes appraising Dullahan hungrily, her tone sultry and commanding. "I think you and I could find all sorts of ways to entertain ourselves with that. I need an escort for an engagement in the Skyway. Come along, do as you're told, and we'll leave you.. fifty galifars, afterwards?"

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan thought about it a while, before shrugging internally. It did sound somewhat sketchy, but it was doubtful the orders she'd give would be worse than things he'd been told to do in the war. And if they were... well, he'd have learned. Besides, escorting a rather intriguing woman to a rather interesting place sounded...well, it sounded like a time. And good or bad, going and having a time makes for good stories later. "I suppose I can accept that. I didn't have much else in my plans, and what I did I think I can set aside to escort an intriguing woman such as yourself." He'd say, approaching her to come along.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder nods, and his smile grows even wider. "As I mentioned back on the rock, I like hiring bad-ass war-veterans. Consider yourself part of the next Astral Kraken mission! If you could survive alone and away from the sun for so long, I imagine you'd do great with a full team on an alien world. The away team splits 50% of the sale price of whatever goods we find, so the money is very good. We all just made almost 200 Galifers in about five days on our last voyage!"

The Hobgoblin offers the soldier a handshake. "You in?"

[retromach]

Dullahan was brought up to an elaborate party. A flight spell was cast on each of the guests, including Dullahan, as he entered an airy ballroom built entirely of Irian Rosewood. A Syberis Dragonshard chandelier lit the room, it's manifold crystals floating and moving elegantly. Guests waltzed in the air, ate strange and exotic hors d'oevres, and a full orchestra played. Most of the guests here wore elaborate glammerweave costumes - some hovered in clouds, others were surrounded by an array of butterflies, others appeared to defy their own builds, seeming slimmer and more perfect than physically possible.

The Red Woman keeps him on a tight leash, though he has a chance to acquaint himself with some of them before the night is done. Roll persuasion.

[JaxtalMK2]

He rather enjoyed the night actually, sure he was kept on a bit of a leash but... well, he'd rather expected it considering the situation. He wasn't entirely sure he'd sign up for it again mind, but it didn't bother him... and the company was quite nteresting. He'd talk with some of the others when he had the chance, and with the Red Woman when she felt like talking, just being generally pleasant and seeing who he could meet and what he could learn. (persuasion = 12)

[retromach]

[Dullahan Persuasion 12]

Another woman, this one dressed in blue, joins the conversation, who seems delighted by the prospect that Dullahan has no interest in his duties whatsoever - a strange taste she and the red woman seem to share. There's a terse moment as the red woman jealously insists that Dullahan is already bought and paid for. As Dullahan tries to settle things and keep them civil, it becomes increasingly obvious to Dullahan that there was something the two of them knew that he didn't, that the blue woman was only now learning he didn't know.

It did not bode well. Particularly not when the red woman agreed that the blue one could watch, and borrow you afterwards. They suggest an early retirement at around 10 in the evening to the red woman's estate.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Bill Chompski]

Detlas nods, and shakes Shredder's hand, giving it a strong grip this time, unlike the first meeting.
"I'll be ready, after I purchase equipment. When is the next mission?" He monotones, releasing his now co-workers hand.