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same thing >.>

Aye its definitely a throwback to days gone by. Question for ya though, is your shop in the inner or outer city?

Not fully related, but close enough: If I can get some Compressed shadow from Maxi I can forge some Nachtstahl for your armor. Which would make it much much more comfortable to wear.

I always assumed it to be in the inner city.


For I always assumed the main merchant/shop area to be there hehe XP




Nachtstahl? Sounds lovely.

I have to wait how things proceed after Reen, for it seems the plot is supposed to speed up afterwards. But as far as I remembered, this village is not that far away from Latent, so it shouldn't be too much of a detour to stop at Dante's store.

If it isn't possible..well, we'll see. Maybe Lucind manages to send Dante a note including some general ideas for her outfit before she drops in.

Nachtstahl = night steel

A neologism indeed. But a nice one. 3nodding

So, I ran over some kids skateboard last night while working.

The night that followed was the most ridiculous contrivance I've ever had to endure. If anyone is curious about the story, say so. It's hilarious.

Absolutely hilarious. In a sad, this-is-America sort of way.

Quinn is an impatient person when it comes to action, so he's about to go to Reen himself.

And I'm bored.

I figured as much.

I'll just go ahead and do my own thing.

Is there a thread for Reen?

Vahn: Methinks there is.

Lu:

I'm driving through a neighborhood, delivering a pizza. I see a group of kids in the middle of the road.

So I slow down, going anywhere between 2-5 mph. The kids disperse, but I still feel a bump under my right tire. I think I hit a kid, so I jump out and I'm like "IS EVERYONE OKAY?!@?!?!?!11" and I see one of the kids shaking and pointing at my tires. I'm pretty sure I had to have run over his sister or something for him to be that upset. I look, it's his skateboard.

His parents aren't home, his brother who owns the skateboard isn't home, so I give him the papa johns number and tell him to get his parents to call when they get home.

I deliver the pizza, get back and my coworkers are all staring at me. Everyone starts cracking up. My GM Cam is like "you are the destroyer of childhood hopes and dreams." The mother called her, and was nice and everything.

My next delivery, I popped by their house and talked to the family, told them I'd replace the skateboard. Everything is kosher, I have the fathers' card, I apologize to the older brother who owns it. Kosher, kosher kosher.

Get back to the store again, Cam hands me an "auto accident claim form" which I have to fill out after my next and last delivery. She said she had to call the RS (regional supervisor), and I"m like fine, cool, I'll get this delivery and I'll brb.

I get back, the police are outside. No joke.

I walk up, and they're look at me and start cracking up. Apparently they were told there was an emergency or some such, and that this is not an emergency, they can't do anything, this is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

They drive off, I spend the next hour and a half between this claim form and talking to the family to get their info, talking to the RS, all that jazz.

I get clocked out, get drunk, and the nickname has officially stuck.