#ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵐᵉ; ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ'ᵐ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ* ( ic )

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vance: I cannot and will NEVER wear crocs

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Vance vc: King is sexy, right up until he opens his mouth. Oh and also his facial hair is dumb, grow the hair on your chin bitch mutton chops are so 1600s

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@breachprotocol​ / sc.

“Fuck’s sake–––”

He doesn’t bother waiting for service before swiping the full bottle and a glass, both placed on the bar as he leans back in his chair, positioning himself sideways so he can rest against the bar before grunting quietly as he does a full pour of the glass.

It’s been a long day, and that much is evident by the frustration that creeps on his features, a shadow of doubt in a furrowed brow before a long gulp is taken from the glass, spine straightening as he huffs.

“Thank you Night City.”

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@eurodynes​ / guitar starter

There’s something euphoric about when he’s strumming his guitar. Being a nomad used to have a lonely feel to it, MORE SO after Vera left the clan. But nowadays the feeling of it in his hands brings him so much joy it almost HURTS. 

“–––you’re a pretty little flower, but I’m a busy little bee Honey that’s all you need to see––”

The rhythm is like a drug for the soul, and as he strums his grin widens, following along with the lyrics of the song as he does.

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@akasupergirl​ / starter call

He crouches down and studies the lock, fingers running along the tech as he wears an ALMOST crooked grin.

“Child’s play.”

He SCOFFS as the door slides open, him sauntering in with his back stretching a little before a hand rubs the back of his neck and he cants his head to the side.

“Aighty Wako, what am I pickin’ up for you today...?”

He trails off, kneeling down before a box that matched the description she’d given him before humming softly. 

“Jackpot.”

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@majordezaster / sc.

“Kabuki–––that’s where I get most of my grade A shit for hacking and whatever.”

Usually when he did things with regard to HACKING it was a mystery, but there was no sense in sweating the little things. He used it WAY more than the average person did he could swear by that much given everything. He suspects the inquiry comes OUT of the blue for his quick raise of a hand and all of a sudden the billboard before him seems to display a map of the CITY without so much as a sweat broken.

“...got some real good soft and tech out that way, couldn’t tell ya where I’d be if I didn’t get to go there for upgrades and shit. Trust me. Best place to get’em aside form Corpo Asskissin’ central.”

Though he HAD to admit that there were little gems here and there all over Night City, Kabuki just tended to have the most consistency with essentially anything tech related in his HUMBLE opinion.

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“Ladies, my sister is available–––as in, you all should take her on a date thanks.”

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@amaninblack​ / sc.

“Yeah––that’ll cost extra.”

He usually took jobs keenly considering the fact that it meant he could get one step closer to his next car ( or cyberware upgrade ), but he had learned in his time as a merc that HE HAD to have limits & boundaries otherwise he’d be robbed of potential eddies blind without so much as a second thought. Leaning back with arms behind his back, HE’S IN HIS ELEMENT. Kabuki was so easy to be comfortable in for him, hence why meeting prospective clients here was preferably. HOME TURF ADVANTAGE as he’d put it.

“Dunno what this looks like to ya, but if it means that much to have it done, it’s gonna cost ya extra or you can just kiss that whole thing sayonara pal. Take it or leave it.”

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@relicd​ / sc.

“Keep your voice down I’m almost finished–––”

HE SPEAKS quietly, crouched down behind some heavy construction tech as they try their best to go UNDETECTED. He can hear her incessant tapping of her foot from where he’s sitting and it’s verging on pushing him to insanity, so he tries his best to pick up the pace, and like that typical LIGHTBULB that emerges from his head, he gets it.

“Eureka. I’m in––––alright, now lets see, what was it you were looking for again, I’m gonna start scouring but we don’t have a lot of time so sooner rather than later would be best.”

He suspects that if they’re not careful they’re going to get a LOT of trouble coming their way before long. They haven’t been seen yet, but that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t spot them soon if they didn’t pick up the pace.

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@breachprotocol​: ????

“What makes you think I would anyway? I’ve been doin’ this shit a lot longer than I’ve known you for, remember? Think I know what I’m doin’ by now.”

It’s a cheap shot, but Lex isn’t above taking them, particularly with anyone who thinks they can treat him like a kid. It’s not often someone can get under his skin enough to really set him off though, so the fact it’s happening right now is a surprise to him, as much as he hides it.

“Look, I’ve taken jobs like this one before, alright? I know what I’m gettin’ into and how to get myself out of it if everything fucks up. I wouldn’t be doin’ it otherwise.”

He’s calculated the risks, run every possible scenario and knows the place inside and out, including what security measures are in place. Lex knows this one is more dangerous than the usual jobs that come his way, but he also grew up knowing that big reward always comes with a big risk, even before he ended up on the streets.

That this particular job also just happened to have a personal aspect to it in that, if he pulled it off, it would be a direct ‘fuck you’ to the man who’d put him there in the first place was just the thing to sweeten the deal.

“Besides, I do this one job and I ain’t gonna need to do another for a long while, ‘cause the pay-out’s enough Eddies to keep me comfortably afloat for at least six months. Longer if I’m not flashing that shit around.”

“Hey man, you’re the one with your nickers in a bunch. I don’t really give a shit one way or another.”

Vance TRIED to be a good guy when he had the opportunity, but even his sister had always warned him that NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED, and frankly it was seeming like the ‘good deed’ he’d done was garnering immediate ire. At this point he figured it’d be a WASTE to get fussed over it, so he leans back, UNFAZED by the hostility ( amused by it if anything ) and waving the guy off without much else to hang up on.

“It’s your job, so arguably it doesn’t really matter what I think, I’m just stating facts. You might have been doing this longer, but city folk seem to think Nomad life is cushy, when really IT AIN’T. Badlands are a mean mother fucker, and it teaches you to be smart ‘bout shit or you’ll end up dead.”

Not unlike Night City, the more he really thought about it, but it seems the longer he spent time here, the more he came to the sinking realization that this was a city of people with things they had to PROVE. The way he speaks about it is just further indication of that. His sister would scorn him for even trying, but ultimately he’d be remiss if he didn’t.

“Do whatever you want, doesn’t really affect me. I’m just pointin’ out that when it comes out that I was right. And it will. That you ain’t gonna have a damn leg to stand on.”

If there was ONE THING that combining his skills from Night City and his skills from being a nomad he made indefinitely clear to him, it’s that shit ALWAYS went wrong, no matter how perfect a plan was ( his sister had learned that lesson the hard way ).

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@majordezaster​ / guitar starter

He leans back on the bench, craning his neck back as he kicks legs up outstretched on the concrete with a small content grin on his face before humming and strumming the gentle chords of his guitar before finally whispering out the words contently.

“––Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana, robbin’ on a bank in the state of Indiana––”

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@crtlpunk​ / guitar starter

He glances down, focused so intently on the strings that he almost forgets that V’s still in the car driving them to where they need to go. HIS FINGERS pull at the strings with the utmost care before he finally manages to get the words out.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner Sometimes I feel like, my only friend––– Is the city I live in The City of Angels–––”

It’s a tune that to some might be unfamiliar and yet they’re so burnt into his head that it’s hard to forget them when he’s absent-mindedly strumming.

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@pahlmyr​ / sc.

“Got a text from a...friend––’bout a new set a wheels for sale. Figure I could use a fresh set of trained eyes on it, fancy a drive?”

Normally he had a great deal of faith in his skills with cars ( he made his debatably shit heap Rattler continue to work ), but it never hurt to have someone with pleasant skills, and there was no one more qualified than a fellow nomad.

A thumbs up gesture from him as he leans on the hood of said Rattler with a small grin. He’d made the trek out to the Aldecaldo camp considering the fact that there weren’t many people he would deem worthy of checking out a ride with him, but given Panam’s show of skill it was a no brainer.

“Buy you lunch for the trouble.”

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@daemonologist​ / starter call

He leans back against the bar, arms sprawled out comfortably with a coy grin on his face, and blood dripping from his lower lip. No one said getting SOCKED in the face was a fun experience, but everything was easier when you were shit faced on MIDORI AND ABSINTHE in the same glass.

“That all ya got pal–––cuz my SIS hits harder than you fuckin’ do.”

Of course, THAT was a high bar to set given that Vera was a TOUGH girl to begin with. Small she may be, FIERCE she definitely was. He tries to keep bystanders out of the way, craning his head back for a sec before raising his index finger.

“Wait wait wait–––lemme just....”

Hand reaching for his drink so he can top himself off a little.

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@nomadpvnk​ / starter call

He stares BLANKLY at the engine for a second before shutting the hood, one hand nestled on his hip as he glances over his shoulder down the alleyway where Vik’s clinic is. He’d LIKE to ask for help, but then again he’d be humiliatingly UN-NOMAD-LIKE if he actually couldn’t manage to take care of his own damn car, so he resolves to shake his head, PULLING the car door open letting on leg hang out as he turns the ignition.

“Aight...lets give us a purr–”

He speaks candidly, a little habit he PICKED UP on his way into Night City for the first time while he was looking for his sister. Nowadays it just made him sound crazy, he swore by it.

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@thunderbringer​ / starter call

“Yeah ok step aside he-man I got this one.”

He’s not really surprised anymore when fixers hire on BRUTE FORCE to compliment his own combative lacking. It’s not that he’s incapable, but Vance had a pension for stealth where Stealth wasn’t always really an option. Quick & Quiet was his motto, but that didn’t alway jive with the fixers he worked with. He crouches down, INDEX & MIDDLE finger running down the panel of the door before the holoscreen pops up and allows him a quick breach, forcing the door open against what would otherwise be considered its ‘better programming’ before glancing over his shoulder.

“See? Contrary to popular belief you don’t ACTUALLY have to break down every fuckin’ door with your behemoth sized ass. Novelty concept. Now c’mon. Map says its this way and we’re burnin’ daylight.”