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River was growing irritated at the blasted scorpion. How dare it still be alive? After everything it had been through? River was about to toss a grenade down the creatures throat when she heard a noise, that was closer than the fight Gig had been in with the other scorpion. Looks like he got impatient too. She thought amused seeing him skid past her blowing the scorpion away. She then scrambled back into the RV knowing the scorpions were dead, or soon would be. She heard his request and she spoke into the mic as she walked to the cockpit. “Ya, ya working on that.” And she slid into her seat pressing a few buttons before she slowed the RV then had it go to a complete stop. Need to make this remote controlled one of these days. She thought and started musing about what she could add to the RV that would prevent clingy bugs form making such a mess of things. “First off, we need to bring like extreme bug spray with us next time, second…Ya in?” She asked into the mic and she glanced back at Mai giving her a grin adding, “How ya liking the ride?”

River tumbled out of her chair and glared at Gig as he started the RV. Not my fault they took forever to kill… She wanted to say but she had the feeling she could have done more, somehow. She too was irritated at the dang scorpions, so she took advantage of the freedom and headed to her room to not only shower and change, but to draw up some blueprints of new inventions for the RV. She remembered the extra clingy scorpion and scowled realizing she would have a lot of the underbelly to repair but she didn’t want to think of how much damage had been done already, what she had to do was to make sure that never happened again. After all the RV was her responsibility to take care of. She nibbled on the back of a pen designing a remote system that she would start tinkering in the near future. Sighing she tossed that paper aside trying to sort her priorities. It was then she noticed the RV started to slow. Must be nearing the town. She thought and she grabbed her dark purple hat to top off her outfit. Instead of a belt wrapping around the hat her goggles lay with their black strap and purple grommets. (like this hat but purple with black flock lace) She had heard about the town before so she had to wear this outfit on her first visit. She had been looking for an excuse to wear this hat with something, it was something she could not pass up a few weeks back whilst shopping. Her favorite colors swam throughout the outfit, purple and black starting with these boots (but dark purple and black flock lace). This top with a matching skirt NO PLAID (that had black lace leggings underneath. Same as shirt, black flock lace with purple) Her belts were designer belts bought a while back but were similar in design to her usual belts. Black and purple; she then began to add everything she thought she may need in the near future. Equipping her weapons she left her bat and nade belt for now thinking she could come back later if need be. {lol so want this pic now XD} She headed to the cockpit just as they reached the town.

She looked around absorbing everything she saw as tried to hide her excitement. She loved to travel. As Gig went to go change River started the RV’s diagnosis scanner to locate where the repairs were needed so she did not miss anything then she leaned out the passenger window and looked at the town happily. She was told again and again missions were not vacations, but she could not put aside the joy of seeing a new place. She glanced up towards the roof wondering how Fuzzy was and wondered what he thought of the new town. He’s probably still clinging to the roof actually. She thought amused. When Gig returned she went back to the computer to keep busy. “Sounds like fun. I just hope the repairs won’t take too long. Wait.. What happened to your gun blades?” She said and she glanced at his weapons.

River raised an eyebrow but kept a straight face, she knew the pain; she had lost some good tools and the new ones were never the same. "Ouch. Well I'm sure the next ones will be good." She replied trying to be sympathetic. If it could tear up his gunblade like that, imagine what it could do to the damn RV. She thought and sighed inwardly. River left the RV and was busy examining the town while Gig put Mai to bed, but she followed him to the town hall when she spotted him leaving the RV. Once inside the building she slowly eyed the spacious room before they were led to a smaller room. River took Gig's hint and she sat at the table directly across from the plush comfy chair; though she was tempted to take the mayor's chair just to see what he would do. She sat patiently; though she had a hard time keeping what was called a "poker" face and a small smirk was showing as a small daydream of a flustered old man coming in seeing his stolen seat. She didn't know why but she always pictured old people as mayors;. That thought sparked the wacky idea of Gig being a mayor and she found herself smirking once more. She heard the door creak open and she was wondering what kind of mayor this town had.

River raised an eyebrow as the strange man took a seat but she let him speak; keeping a bored look on her face she observed his behavior as well as tone of voice. She was treating this assignment as a stepping stone for her future career of being a mercenary. Watch what you say, act mature and cool. She reminded herself and she relaxed in the chair leaning back slightly. Once given the folder she grabbed it and again leaned back browsing the pages as he continued to talk. She liked the idea of being important like this. No “ hey it’s little Grimm” and no one was treating her like a kid. She could get use to this kind of respect. She forced the smile to hide refusing to let it show and she waited for the mayor to finish blabbering… er talking before she read aloud something that was interesting, “Tetsuya seems to have a population of twelve hundred people. Small place…” She paused and thought; ug it better not have farms and stuff. I can’t even imagine living in such a small place. No mall and probably only one store for the whole town. How can anyone live like that? She flipped to the next page rereading about their attempts to contact that small town. Ok something about this smells off… She shook her head and the bad feeling from before grew. She leaned back and muttered quietly, “5 teams of 6 before even sending your police.” She frowned slitting her eyes. What could possibly block over 1000 people from seeking help? A mirthless smirk appeared for a part of her was looking forward to the challenge. She sat up and placed the folder on the table. “I see no mention of payment. You should know pretty words don’t do squat unless they are added to a large number in the yen department.” She glanced back at Gig and she thought back to other missions. What else did he usually ask… say… She blinked and her mind went blank. Suddenly responsibility was not so fun.

River nearly leaned forward curious about what the mayor was going to say when Gig kicked the table. Blinking River sat back and sighed. She had lost her chance to be the famous Grimm. She saw the confusion and hidden intelligence within the mayor as his features suddenly shifted. She saw that everywhere. Even without knowing his name, people had a strange admiration that was mixed with fear when they met Giglamesh. The mayor though broke past any intimidation felt and went right back to talking. As he explained the situation River wondered; Are those morons trying to get another person killed? Who’s braniac idea was that?? She hid a scoff. They weren’t as concerned as he had mentioned or they would stop at nothing to find out and save their neighboring town. Though this strange little mayor really did seem concerned. She leaned back in the chair slightly going right to thoughts of repairing the RV. They came all this way… so maybe I can go shopping here before we leave. She then blinked hearing, “I’ll do it.” Ehhhhhh? She thought surprised and she sat up. The mayor gushed his thanks then looked at her. She blinked then grinned at his remark. Heck ya; that’s cause I’m awesome. She thought and Gig grabbed the file. She stood to follow him before he even nodded and she waved at the no so weird anymore mayor. “We’ll take care of things. Rest assured.” She said and left.

Back in the RV River nodded hearing Gig’s remark. She was already going to her room for her tools. “The Rv will be ship shape so to speak in no time. Just…Get yourself a flashy weapon. Show some style… You‘re too grim, even for a Grimm.” She said with a grin and a pose as if saying, be more like me! She knew not everyone embraced eccentricity like she did, but it would be fun to see a few people who were so serious, loosen up a bit. She went to her room and grabbed everything she thought she needed stuffing them in a large bag. She only hoped that she could do all this with simple repairs. She slipped on a jacket smock not wanting to change again, and grabbed another large bag that held one of her most useful tools she owned. She headed outside with a list in mind of what she had to fix. Mm restock the bullets for the mini guns, fill the tank for the flamethrower, hammer out any dents in the front bumper; though the metal of the bumper was strong stuff usually able to withhold powerful hits… those scorpions had nasty hard shells. Crap the windshield and sides of the RV were hit too… and the blades on the left were damaged. Rear bumper and the underbelly too… Damnit… River thought and she shook her head. She would have to so some welding which was fun; but… She looked around at the town and sighed. I wanted to go shopping! She thought dishearten. She scrounged for her monkey player and unplugged the headphones as she propped it against the RV and cranked the volume to play a fun song; she then unpacked both bags to get to work.

River was under the RV working on fixing the underbelly as the music from her monkey player softly drifted to her. The faint music kept her focused on the task at hand. While there she carefully examined the RV’s frame and was glad to see there was no damage. Just some small patch jobs for now, welding would come later. Once done she slid back into the street and took off her mask. That bonding glue was nasty. She thought wrinkling her nose and she stretched. Good enough; for now. She then headed inside, knowing that the Fuzzmister will scare off any potential thieves. She then headed to where she had a made a hidden door exposing the side blades. What a pain in the arse… She thought with a sigh and she examined the bent blade. Relived she saw it was not as bad as she had thought and took the blade off the twisted arm. Taking the blade to her workbench she gently hammered the steel blade and put it aside to get the arm. That would take a little more time. She may even have to do a few patch brazing for the joints. Sighing she went to get the arm. As she worked she wondered what kind of weapon Gig would get. She loved seeing new weapons. Damn him for leaving me behind. Mann I bet there are all kinds of cool weapons at that shop. She sighed and unhooked the middle arm from it’s slot. “Work, work and more work.” She muttered; heading back to her room.

Taking a water bottle from the fridge River then headed outside to finish the last few repairs. She took a sip from the water bottle before she put the mask back on. She had hammered out the side dents, and two areas needed small patches. This stuff reeks… She thought as she glued the home made metal patch sliding it into the hole made by a claw. Next time we get a nice chunk of change we should make a new shell for the RV. Music pulsed passing the time.

River tossed the mask aside and stretched. This project has taken a few hours so she was glad she was on the final task. Well second to last. She had to repair the windshield, but that needed a clean surface so… “Fuzzmister, want to help me wash the RV?” She asked with a huge grin.