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((And to think he was in my squad... *twitches.*))

OoC: I'm sorry. XD

The style of the town was a bizarre combination of eighteenth and nineteenth century garb, corresponding with the strange appearance of the airships, and a sleek, futuristic style. All in all, it looked like a Razr cell phone had bred furiously with a frock coat to produce an entire culture.

Within an hour, Eva looked like she had spent her entire life in this strange, conflated place. She had traded in her normal wardrobe for what seemed to be a cross between Jack Sparrows instantly recognizable getup and a Matrix costume. Everything was well cut, but shabby enough that she would command respect without drawing attention. She wore nothing that was purely black, and nothing too bright. She had a navy blue bandanna wrapped tightly around her head, and an eyepatch of the exact same color. She had replaced her usual armaments with a clunky but powerful-looking pistol in a holster at her right hip, a cutlass at her left, and a knife strapped to her leg. Dangling from one shoulder was a cheap canvas sack, its contents not readable from the outside. Over the course of the hour, she had also suceeded in imitating the swagger and most common accent of the sailors. Feeling, ready, she returned to the docks and waited, again, for her squad.

Azora stood there, she had been standing there for an hour now, she didn't dare move, afraid she would get lost. She could feel people staring at her, she looked like a high school girl, not from around here at all, but she didn't want to change her cloths, her disguise was perfect just the way it is.

((GMT+1, northern Germany. And I allways like to read Bios. Would it be suitable to make a joke about england, then? or would a joke about soviet russia get your fancy?))
Brian just stood there.
"I... kind of tried...... to lift you but you were too heavy. "
Brian looked down at himself.
"I am sorry that I am too young and not trained enough to move someone that is more then 3/4 machine. and nearly four times my weight. I am sorry that I tried to care for you in the best way I could. "
He put his hands behind his bathing boxer-shorts, and looked down.
"I guess that was it, then. Take care when you try to fix your mech the next time, then. You know, turn the power of first and stuff. "
He grabbed his laptop, the extra cables, and marched on. It was almost very quiet for him, as he ran away with his laptop held in his arms, and quietly sobbing.,...
He was so close, so ******** close, and the jacks were a wonderfull entrance fot the human machine project he was working on...... He came to the conclusion that the source of his implants had to be worked out by hand.
"Chemical drugs are good for you, because them make your talk all true......". he hummed, as he was as far away as possible, and smiled again.
He wanted the jacks in his skull. badly. They were just too cool. and from the logs of his programms, the inside had even responded in some nondescriptive form. He had to find out where these damn jacks were made, or he would go crazy. then, he had to get some for himself.

"ill take care of the rift raft Chibi good luck and be carefull"Ruy said looking back smileing to the small dragon girl under his command "you know were your going right?"

"No, you may not buy a sword," Eva said in perfect deadpan. "In fact, I believe that I specifically ordered you not to buy swords, or anything else that would help you blend into this crowd." She tilted her head to the side and scratced her cheek, just below her ear. "Oh wait! I actually ordered the opposite of that, over an hour ago. Silly me." She turned and started walking away but paused and called over her shoulder. "Go buy a sword, Katsu, and make it a good one."

Without waiting for a response, she shouldered her sack and continued into the crowd, searching for the Archduke along the docks. She found it, a mid-size ship, sleek but a little careworn, sandwiched between a cargo liner and a sport craft. The crew was nowhere to be seen, but the captain was sitting on an overturned barrel on the street, reading a newspaper.and absently puffing at a cigarillo. He glanced up at Eva's approach. He was extremely tan, his face like crinkled leather, and his black hair and beard were shot with gray and sporadically braided.
"You'll be from mishaps then?" His voice was surprisingly high and clear, a perfect mismatch with his worn face.
"Captain Suntzu of squad Phalanx. Mind if I have a look around?"
He responded by herking his head towards the boat and meandering up the gangplank, allowing Eva to follow. "I'd also like as much information as you can give on the situation you'll be facing over this voyage," she said, her trademark grin creeping onto her face. "If there's one thing I hate, it's being unprepared."