Totally Officer Steve Austin. Definitely. Yep. (
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nexus_sages2016-07-24 04:12 pm
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"Will you walk into my parlor?"
In the Nexus are many streets, roads, alleys and avenues. Some are bustling with activity, featuring beings of all shapes and sizes buying and selling and eating and entertaining. In this Everything Drawer of the Multiverse one can find almost anything or anyone they want or need, provided they are willing to look for it hard enough. One doesn't have to look hard to find the busybody that is Officer Steve Austin, however. With eyes softened just a bit, stray from the beaten path, down that less traveled way, known for its overpriced, out-of-stock, and/or sub-par offerings. Down that way, there is what appears to be a dusty old pawn shop or perhaps a gunsmith or perhaps an antique store, and if one looks close enough they might notice that despite its dilapidation and darkened interior, the venue is apparently not not-in-business. Or at least, it is not closed. From time to time a figure can be seen moving within, none other than the good Nexus Officer of the Law, tinkering with assorted and unidentifiable bits and bobs of mechanical nature.
A sign --in fact, the only sign borne by the shop-- too small to be seen from further than the sidewalk immediately outside reads simply, "Weaponsmith." Fancy that; Officer Austin must be moonlighting. Will anyone walk into his parlor?
A sign --in fact, the only sign borne by the shop-- too small to be seen from further than the sidewalk immediately outside reads simply, "Weaponsmith." Fancy that; Officer Austin must be moonlighting. Will anyone walk into his parlor?
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*She tsks quietly.*
Bad programming, that. And you think the owner of this shop is one of these meat-wrapped machines?
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"Yes... exactly what i think. He's... dangerous.."
John closed his eyes for a second and said "I noticed the man earlier acting cheerful, now he saw me and just froze. "
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*She glances to the shopkeep, and gives another thoughtful sniff.*
I don't think he's got anything organic to him. No sweat, no hygenic products, no scent of whatever's shaping his hair.