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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gramcrackered" data-source="post: 1740193" data-attributes="member: 19168">Jake was glad MAD had grabbed him, even if he couldn't damn well recall patching the guy up (which, in itself, wasn't a huge surprise; Jake's line of medical care was usually fast, efficent, and less than personable).  Part of that happiness was due to him having hopefully finally found a way into his desired new line of work - after all, he'd been lurking about in various places for a few weeks now, full gear in tow, simply praying he stumbled upon something.  Sorta ironic that his chance instead happened to stumble upon him.Truth be told though, most of Jake's excitement was due to him loving watching watching the conversation flow back and forth around him.  'Like a flatvid?' he thought to himself, a grin spreading across his face.  'Hell, this is better!He had arrived in full security armor, including a dark helmet keeping his <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />-eating grin concealed from the rest of the group.  Admitidly, it made him stand out a bit; wasn't exactly a common outfit to wear without a damn good reason.  The hastily painted over DocWagon sigils did little to help.Then again, he had walked into this place next to an orc who looked like he could chew metal and spit out nails.  Worrying about standing out was probably a waste of time.  Worrying about getting randomly shot, however, was something that Jake considered an extremely GOOD use of his time.Painfully aware he would be best off if he simply let the others do their thing for now anyway, Jake begins to look about the room curiously, darting occasional glances at those others in here with him.  For the most part these are glances and nothing more.  There just isn’t much to your average ork, while the elf doesn't seem worth trying to figure out.  The only other remotely quiet person in the room - well, not counting the walking slabs of muscle - he tosses a two-fingered salute at the quieter elf, nodding his head in her direction.  She seemed nice enough.Even if she did look more like a corp exec than a runner.</blockquote>

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