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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kwargrow" data-source="post: 7580640" data-attributes="member: 6855382">For posting during the week receive 5 xpGood to get Paid[sblock=Mend] Mercantile + Mend + d100Trollick: 14 + 23 + 54 = 91Recover Time: 10 days * loss of Body(7) / (target Health(3) + target Confluence(4) + 91)=0.71 [/sblock]Shatterframe removes her headset and nods permission.  Trollick places a hand on Shatterframes shoulder and she holds up a piece of laser dried mend bark.  “Use this,” she manages to say.  He takes the bark and it burns with a bright blue flame in his palm.  For a moment the lines of Trollicks hand blurs as it vibrates at rapid speed and he gently slaps the bark down on her shoulder.  The bark disintegrates and Shatterframe inhales sharply.The bullet wounds stop seeping blood and Shatterframe looks a little less pale, but she is still injured. In the sprawl of traffic, a car pulls up next to the van with a red cross and circle on the hood.  Shatterframe inhales sharply again and her wounds close a little.  The car pulls away and reduces speed to exit the road.  Shatterframe explains, “I had help on the way, but I appreciate the boost.  The Crosscircle Corporation provides mobile magical healing.  As I’m sure you know magic can't bring anyone back from full dead, but if you're still alive when they reach you they can have a busted runner back on their feet by the next day.” Shatterframe chuckles and then grimaces in pain.  Gasping she says, “’Liveborn’ is just slang for living person.  Cosmetic changes are so prevalent that someone’s look can change every month, and there’s plenty of people that changed how they looked after they were born.”“From what I could tell in the VR, the HPD aren’t looking for us.  The whole thing was recorded by drones, and it shows you walking out of Brimstone’s with a box and getting shot at.  Nothing against the law about shooting back in Houston.  Pink Hair’s name is Martha P, and she escaped, although the driver of the van was apprehended.  Martha P will probably have a new face and identity by tomorrow, something the HPD facial recognition sensors can’t pick up.  The way she went after those Spartan Dogs seemed personal.  I mean, she really torched them.”With no pursuit, Syd drives back to Nacho’s and Shatterframe says, “I still feel like a popped balloon.  I would appreciate it if you fellas would stay with me until the client collects the box and delivers your pay.”Since these are your credits, the group agrees to stay with Shatterframe.  You exit the van, which then drives on autopilot around the corner, and move into the bottom floor of the skyscraper.  Through the front door is a waiting room for owners of damaged vehicles.  Two other doors lead off from it.  The waiting room is empty with rows of cushioned seats against the bare walls.  Shatterframe seems stronger and her voice is clearer.“Set the box on the floor and make yourselves comfortable.  The client will be here in about fifteen minutes.  You may do as you wish, of course, but please don’t speak to the client.  For obvious reasons they don’t like to be exposed to runners.  If I am injured or indisposed, I can invoke a clause in the contract that allows you to be here.” Shatterframe takes her own advice and sits in one of the chairs, putting her VR headset back on.Anyone that decides to explore the rest of the space finds through the first door an office with kiosks for people to register their vehicles for service.  With the use of Remote Headsets collisions hardly ever occur, and almost all the damage repaired here is from combat weaponry.  The other door is locked.After only ten minutes a female giant walks into the waiting area from the outside.  She has long silver hair in a top knot and is wearing a dark longcoat.  Shatterframe removes her VR headset and motions to the box.  Without speaking a word, the giant bends down, runs a small handheld device around the edge of the box, and removes the top.  After pulling away old straw packing, she takes out a brass statue of an ancient armored man and turns it all around, looking at it from every angle.  The giant pulls the statue and the top comes off, revealing a long, narrow compartment with a roll of human leather around a bone.  Nodding to herself she replaces the top, leaves the original box and walks out with the urn tucked under her arm.For completing the mission receive 2500 credits.Shatterframe smiles and says, “I should be good as new by tomorrow night.  Here’s a list of more offers.”First offer:  I gave this job to someone else and now they’ve disappeared too.  I upped the pay as per the mortal danger clause.  Down on the coast in a place called Surfside Beach four regular people and two runners have disappeared.  All of their equipment, supplies, clothes, and vehicles were found, just no people. As per their choice by law, the families involved have elected to hire Freelancers instead of the HPD to solve this mystery, so don’t count on cooperation from law enforcement.  Investigate and find the people without disappearing yourselves.  -Pay: 3000 creditsSecond offer: In Port Arthur there’s a man that needs to deliver a package and he’s decided to hire his own security, which is you three.  Of course, I’ll be providing transportation to his destination in downtown, but you will have to accompany him through the skyscraper where he wants to go and hand deliver his goods.  This job requires two things for full payment.  1.  Customer can’t die  2. Package must be delivered where he wants it.  -Pay: 3000 creditsThird offer: A little girl in El Campo has lost her cat.  Seriously, she wants to hire you to find her cat.  -Pay 3000 creditsYou have about twenty hours left before you go back to work.  Let me know if there are any non-work actions you intend to do in weekly post.</blockquote>

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