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Heyoo! This last raid I've got sent t' took a bloody long time, now I'm back at The Holy Spirits!

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"Nice!" he said, sounding quite impressed. He observed the leg, "That's going t' take some time, eh?" he chuckled.

"No, I'm not; I'm pretty sure they'd blow my head off if I ever set my foot in there." A nervous chuckle. "I can drop you and your friend off somewhere near Sanctuary, though."

Heyoo! Have we met before? You seem familiar...

"Hm? I, uh…I don’t recall…" the little mortician lifted her hood to properly see the bandit as she dragged her sled of dead bodies behind her. Just part of the job.

"I’m n-not looking for any trouble…just passing through, I p-promise."

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He chuckled darkly behind the mask, "Being stationed so near t' Hyperion made all of us slightly paranoid against Hyperion people, I reckon." He played with his Rakk Ale as a Zafford approched them, "What can I get ya lad?"

Heyoo! *eyes him suspiciously with one hand on his shotgun*

He nods a hello to the stranger, the faint smell of Zafford beer lingering on the guy, “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to be a Zafford would ya?”

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He wasn't sure what a Mortician was, so she was probably right in saying that she was the only one. He balanced the dead body on his shoulder, "And what does a Mortician do?" He slowly started walking, "Where are we headed t', by the way?"

Heyoo! Have we met before? You seem familiar...

"Hm? I, uh…I don’t recall…" the little mortician lifted her hood to properly see the bandit as she dragged her sled of dead bodies behind her. Just part of the job.

"I’m n-not looking for any trouble…just passing through, I p-promise."

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"I'm usually not given much to do, though; so I either go and have a drink or go on raiding camps by myself." He paused for a moment, "You needed something?"

Heyoo! *eyes him suspiciously with one hand on his shotgun*

He nods a hello to the stranger, the faint smell of Zafford beer lingering on the guy, “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to be a Zafford would ya?”

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Doesn't this song make you want t' go on raiding?

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"Filth?" he said, looking astonished and heartbroken. "We all have our lines of work, Steele." he said, almost growling. He liked her enough, yes, but being insulted was one of the rare things that made him angry- no, furious.

He walked closer to her, his body language showing that he was no longer calm and harmless. He crossed his arms, "I'm not your regular bandit, so please do try t' use your powers on me." He still managed to sound sarcastic, good.

He stroked the strap of his rocket launcher, knowing that he'd be quick enough to take it out and maybe even shoot once before she started using her powers. Standing with his usual nonchalance, he continued, "Asking you out and not yielding though you reject's supposed t' ruin my dignity? If we had a proper talk even for a short time, you'd see that I'm not that shallow." His voice got deeper, "But yes, I'm willing t' lose 'the shred of dignity I cling t' '. Want a fight? Sure." He chuckled, "We can go on a date if I win."

"I'm still waiting for the dinner you promised, Steele." Steve chuckled, quite impatiently.

"Oh? Well I might have some scraps to throw to you."

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He wondered if she was always this nervous or it was because he reeked of death and booze. "Steve." he introduced himself, grabbing her hand firmly and not caring much about the blood. "Lab?" he asked, grabbing the corpse to sling it over his shoulder, "What do you do t' earn your life?"

Heyoo! Have we met before? You seem familiar...

"Hm? I, uh…I don’t recall…" the little mortician lifted her hood to properly see the bandit as she dragged her sled of dead bodies behind her. Just part of the job.

"I’m n-not looking for any trouble…just passing through, I p-promise."

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"Heyoo!" he said quite happily as opposed to her intimidating attitude. He knew who she was and he wasn't interested in starting a fight with a Vault Hunter and a Siren- well, not for now, at least; no such task was assigned to him. "I was just on my way t' raid some Nomad camp, actually," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. "You wouldn't happen t' know where I can get a bandit technical, would you?" he asked, half serious, half joking.

Several people are trapped in another dimension.

      "Some people do have the talent to disturb me every time I’m the busiest. Make it short or leave it.”

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"You sound familiar, too. Oh well, it must be me." Steve eyed the young woman as if she were carrying a cup of tea; dead bodies? Nothing wrong with carrying one around, this was Pandora after all. He put his hands in his pockets nonchalantly, "No need to be nervous, I'm not much of a trouble-maker unless Zafords give me a job to do or someone to kill." He grinned behind the mask, "I haven't got any job description matching your looks, though." He paused, unsure about what to do. She was quite the interesting person, but she also seemed uncomfortable, "You need help with that?" he finally asked, pointing to the dead body.

Heyoo! Have we met before? You seem familiar...

"Hm? I, uh…I don’t recall…" the little mortician lifted her hood to properly see the bandit as she dragged her sled of dead bodies behind her. Just part of the job.

"I’m n-not looking for any trouble…just passing through, I p-promise."

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Steve! Happy Mercenary Day.

Heyoo! Happy Mercenary Day to you too, Paxon!

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HEYOOOOOOOO!

Heyoo! How's it going?

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"I know you're capable of doing all these, but why haven't you done so yet? If I'm a mere bandit and you can simply get what you want out of me and leave me t' die, you could have done so long ago." He broke out of his serious attitude, started courting her again and added with a slight taunt, "You like me as well, don't you?" He grinned behind the mask, she might be a powerful Siren; but bloody hell, he hadn't got this famous just by shouting 'Heyoo!'.

"I'm still waiting for the dinner you promised, Steele." Steve chuckled, quite impatiently.

"Oh? Well I might have some scraps to throw to you."

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He observed her hips, arms, hands and face while she spoke, his gaze unseen. She was so bloody beautiful! And fierce, but it wasn't something he'd be afraid of. "Oh well, I would take my mask off only if we went somewhere private (and maybe even had our dinner)." he grinned, trying to hide his heavy breathing now that she was closer to him. "You'd be able to take me down easily if I attacked you or anything, and I'd be revealing my identity for the first time without worrying someone would see me."

"I'm still waiting for the dinner you promised, Steele." Steve chuckled, quite impatiently.

"Oh? Well I might have some scraps to throw to you."

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“Once he deems you good and trustworthy enough, he offers t' play this game,” Steve explained. “Basically, you and Zaford start drinking the strongest drink The Holy Spirits can offer at the moment. If you lose, you get ridiculed by the whole Zafford family; if you win, you get t' have a few pots of gold… technically, of course.” He chuckled darkly, “I’ve never seen anyone getting the gold, mostly because it’s quite impossible t' beat a Zafford in a drinking game; but also because he doesn't take being beaten in the game lightly.” He added with an ominous whisper, “I’d recommend losing on purpose if you ever get t' play the game unless you want t' part with your head."

*whispers in bewilderment* Steve the lion heart..

*chuckles proudly* Heyoo!

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"I work for them actually."

Heyoo! *eyes him suspiciously with one hand on his shotgun*

He nods a hello to the stranger, the faint smell of Zafford beer lingering on the guy, “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to be a Zafford would ya?”