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>>384682
haha, i don't want to poison him again so i won't do that.

>>384690
I'm not too good at being a secretary either, but i can be a thief!!! And i already made some headache stuff, it's in the juice already.

>>384700
... should i go hunt for a blanket?

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]]> http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/360354.html#384728 >[Dmitrii has been queued to do the following:]
>Become fed up with waiting to hear back from fellow Russians about picking up hours at Ito's gym, approach Camella and Ito both about possibility of working extra hours.
>Agree to performing an extra two hours a day Sunday through Thursday acting as an assistant instructor at Ito's gym. Pay has increased from the default ($100 every other week and access to free training) to $150 a week, with promises of increased pay when pay rates go up.
>Learn pay rates will go up after a month, give or take, once Ito's confident he or Camella need not be present at all times to insure they instruct properly.
>Attempt to spend more time teaching and less time sparring, to avoid unnecessary bruising or soreness. (slight decrease to rate of practical melee experience gain, slight increase to formal Jukenjitsu experience gain. Dmitrii is now learning Jukenjitsu faster than any other Russian.)
>[Lyubov has already performed the following:]
>Acquired one of the companies twelve satellite phone, to pioneer attempts to integrate one of the appropriated radio headsets with the phone.
>Draw up plans for a two-compartment, egg-shaped backpack based on a dachshund walking harness, taking care to render one pocket capable of holding one of the company satellite phones.
>Spend: $200 on a basic protable sewing machine and kit, $5 on ~1 yard of nylon matched to sake's fur color, $15 on two heavy duty corrosion resistant metal zippers, $50 on a green dachshund harness, and $50 of assorted aluminum rods pre-bent on purchase for constructing backpack framework. (Total spent: $320)
>Construct Sake-sized backpack to hold one company phone and have a pouch for storing a few miscellaneous items of sake's choosing.
>[Lyubov has been queued to do the following:]
>Accost Sake the next time she sees him with present.
>Continue researching fake identities, learn the Turkish Statistical Institute's employee's are notoriously underpaid, and are responsible for a considerable number of records that are vital to her plan of acquiring fake passports of worth.
>Learn that TUIK, the Turkish Statistical Institute, while aware that their employees pose a security risk, have not adequately addressed the issue to dissuade Lyubov from her building plan.
>Ask ANDREI what sort of information he'd need if they were going to seriously attempt hacking into tax and TUIK databases in Turkey, beyond simply having the company computer set up. Awaiting response from Andrei.
>Ask Camella and Hillevi if they would like to also get IDs. Camella notes she'd only want one after having a chance to see an example of the finished product, and Hillevi notes she'd only want one if Armas was certain she needed it.
>Hit upon the idea of using now-closed private schools to provide authentic-appearing diplomas to act as further falsified documentation to back eventual passport acquisition. Feel she is making considerable progress on plan, and admit she's starting to enjoy this.
>Upon being motivated on the sight of a poster featuring a certain band-mate, address fellow employees with a proposed training schedule to avoid living in a dry house. Propose that Camella's time be split into three separate once a week group training classes-a three hour class on melee, a three hour class on general marksmanship, and a four hour class on sniping. If no Russian has rejected this plan by the time the weekend rolls around, this plan will be followed. Sniping practice will be on the WEEKEND, while the melee and marksmanship training will be on WEEKDAYS.
>[Titus has been queued to do the following:]
>With his semi-functional prototype progressing smoothly (relatively speaking), acquire $200 of custom shaped RlCb30 constructor polycarbonate to firmly hold the now rewired tazers in place and protect the internal electronics where the more pliable nomex does not suffice. First prototype will be complete in: eight days, allowing time for polycarbonate to be molded and shipped.
>[Satai has been queued to do the following:]
>As part of preparations for first major purchase as quartermaster, talk with Triad contact that knew most about Korean contact-learn that while he is boisterous, he prefers a passive audience to grandstand before-and as such, a reserved approach is best with him. Be told to NOT bring up anything involving North or South Korea specifically or anything that involves the conflict, for any reason. Be told he is an overprotective father, and can, by paranoia, misconstrue ambiguous comments-it is best to avoid commenting on relationships for any reason, even if his behavioral patterns suggest he'd be amenable to the topic and it'd make situationally appropriate smalltalk. Take this to heart.
>Call the Boisterous Korean Arms dealer who goes by [MR. JUNG, and arrange meeting to discuss a large purchase. Arrange to bring Titus along as a bodyguard and box-mover. Schedule meeting for TOMORROW, TEN AM. (Barter rolls for meeting: discussion post no. 358795)
>At meeting, attempt to procure the following: 30,000 5.56×45mm NATO , 90,000 7.62x51mm NATO rounds, 20,000 9×19mm Parabellum , 8,000 .45 ACP , 12,000 .50 BMG, 24,000 4.6×30mm, 12 MP7 compatible suppressors and 36 Spare magazines for MP7s. Walk into meeting with price estimates based on legal, non-bulk prices-expect to pay approximately $88,800 on this aquisition. (Meeting goes surprisingly well-Satai is well served by his forknowledge, and despite initially facing a price 15% higher than his cumulative estimate, a favorable first impression representing the company sees the price drop into Satai's estimated range, an act Mr. Jung hopes will portend many future purchases of similar size. Total cost: $88,800
BUSINESS FUNDS: (-$88,800) $408,700.00
>The same day, schedule a meeting with the Mafia contact for purchases, and attempt to acquire the following: 200,000 5.45x39mm, 1000 7.62x25mm Tokarev , L129A1 Sharpshooter bipod, GL, sound moderator, and 3 magazines, 3 Barret M107A1 magazines, Barret M107A1 suppressor, 200 RGN Offensive grenades, 20 40x46mm HE grenades, 12 spare magazines for micro-Uzi, 5 spare magazines for AVT-40, 1,000 9x21mm Gyurza. While the purchase is widely spread, the majority of it is a bulk ammunition purchase, the same as the deal with Mr. Jung. The Mafia contact, initially planning to charge 20% more than Satai's estimate, is able to be bartered down to a 12% markup by plying the company's reputation in the aftermath of the German warehouse job. Total cost: $34,750
BUSINESS FUNDS: (-$34,753) $373,947.00
>Become surprised as fuck purchases went so well-and that not a single thing he tried backfired. As paranoia the other shoe will fall soon begins to set in, take refuge in vodka.
>Realize he did indeed manage to inform Mr. Jung that the company he represents is available for hire for professional use of the very type of goods he just purchased-something Mr. Jung seemed to receive very favorably.
>Realize at the meeting with Mr. Jung he noticed several odd high pressure steel cylinders marked 'CW' along with Korean lettering. Realize Mafia had several magical wood-stock rifles on display when meeting, and recall seeing price tags ranging around $55,000 to $90,000
>Finally put together the comments you'd heard while setting up and completing each meeting-and realize the local market's been flooded thanks to a certain massive supply being reintroduced to circulation-and this is why every request was easily met. Wonder how many of the things purchased from the Mafia were recently spoils from the German warehouse job.
>[Matvey has been queued to do the following:]
>Accept Satai's offer, begin spending time practicing sniping with Satai.
>>384251
>>384254
>>384260
>>384263
As I'm exiting the dockyards, I get to wondering-just how can I get Boris to cook like that neighbor? And how can I make her mine?
>"I am fully at your disposal for any and all plotting involving acquiring her baking skills for our regular enjoyment, so long as I get to see at least some memories of her creations."
Deal.
>"Incidentally, I believe I can provide you another package of fleshcrafting information-it's not much at all, just the means of how to manually alter pigmentation in skin, hair and eye. There's nothing for changing bone structure."
You still are totally lowballing an amazing set of tricks. When can I have them?
>"When you wake up tomorrow. Incidentally-Whaitiri seems to be asking less questions now. I think she may stop soon. Or not. I cannot be entirely sure with her."
Cool. Useful for the next time I have to not be recognized, for sure-not certain I want it to need it, though.

As I walk, I pull out my phone-and call the number I was given, Jagda's contact. On the sixth ring he answers with a swift inhalation, as if having just dashed to the phone.
>[Contact][In Turkish]"-ello, yes?"
[In Turkish]"I was provided this number by a Professer Jagda, who believed we might have something to discuss."
For a moment I hear no words, merely the sound of machinery in the background.
>[Contact] "...Yes, yes I know what you speak of. But what exactly is it you need-Jagda wasn't specific at all."
"Well, I can't get into the specifics just now-but I want to test a next-generation attempt at producing gyrojet munitions-and among the things I'll need is access to a wind tunnel. I also have a decidedly curious battery that needs dissecting. Is that enough to pique your interest?"
>[Contact]"I wish it was. I am sorry to be so blunt, but if you want me to help you, I will need pay. I know, it sounds callous and completely against the academic spirit-but I can't afford tuition-not on my own."
"As it happens, I run a rather successful company, and am more than happy to ensure a deserving student gets the education he needs."
>[Contact]"Then it sounds like we really need to talk more."
"Indeed we do. What is your availability this week?"
>[Contact]"The soonest I could be free would be Friday at three-but then I have a full four hours before I need to do anything. Is that enough time to meet?"
"I should think so. I'd like to do the meeting offcampus, if that's all right."
>[Contact]"Sure, so long as we stay close by-I'm on-call for a couple finnicky projects and-well, doesn't matter. How about we meet at Yilmur's across from the universities main entrance? It's a small tavern, outdoor seating-would that work?"
"It sounds acceptable."
>[Contact]"Okay. ...Ah, the Professor implied.... that is to say, ah... how should I make sure you can recognize me? I wear glasses, but so do other people-oh, I could wear my lab coat to Yilmur's-I'm pretty sure I'll be the only one there wearing one. Probably. Maybe not, hm-"
"I'm sure it will suffice. Friday, 3pm, at Yilmur's. Until then."
*CLICK*
He seems delightfully over-earnest. More importantly, it was patently obvious he's strapped for cash-and will be easily manipulated with it. That suits me just fine.

Instead of bussing back though... I spend a bit of time finding a specialty shop-and a handful of minutes later, walk out carrying two bags with several inflatable kiddie pools in them.
>"...I really hate it when you come up with a plan that works on paper and seems very likely to work in practice yet is still innately ridiculous. Using children's toys to make it easier for Hillevi and I to have material to work with when prepping the ambush point? Really?"
Well, if you can come up with a reason why I SHOULDN'T-I'm all ears.
>"...."
Oh, shadowed silence. That's an interesting one-feels quite different from stern turkish silence. A bit duskier-almost makes one think of old moldy tombs, or-
>"Dear brother of mine..."
Yes?
>"...What else do you think will help us prepare? We still lack something of worth to trade to the Sometimes Merchant for enough antivenom for our whole troupe."
Well-another thing I'm thinking about is using a bunch of speakers rigged in the area to play computer randomized recordings of heartbeats and people breathing.
>[Sake]"That should screw with his hearing rather neatly, yes. Do make sure that the devices you use properly emulate the sound-anything that can be readily discerned as false will not deter one with finely tuned senses for long."
Huh. Guess getting something better than bargain bin speakers might be in order. I'll have to mull that over. At least I know Andrei and Satai, between them, could handle the wiring and programming necessary for this.... probably. But speaking of speakers-heh-I think I'll need cameras too-some just motion activated, some able to actually record bits of film. I'll need to get ones with solid zoom and auto-focus to make this work-but I think with, say, a dozen cameras I could cover every square inch of the planned ambush point-and with another four more I could have the warehouse watched too. Having footage of the fight afterwards for analysis... I don't know that I can even quantify the value of it.
>"Not to mention it lets us get a sense of how feasible a certain plan you came up with is."
I can and WILL bring Reality TV to the magical community-I'll find a way to get paid for the privilege of WATCHING us do our work, just you wait.
>"If you say so."

The next person I call-is Johan.
"Hey. Say I told you I'm in the market for ice rounds, or anything I can shoot to make things cold-what would you tell me?"
>[JS]"Hello Armas. I'd say there's three kinds of choices. first choice is something around $50 extra a bullet, and just stays as cold as the freezing point for water. Second choice is a bit costly-$500 to $800 per bullet, but it's closer to liquid nitrogen, rather than ice, in frigidity. Third's for legitimate Enchanted bullets, complete with individual spellwork-act like low to mid-grade freezing spells, once lodged in flesh. $10,000 per bullet, depending. Why do you ask?"
"I've got a job soonish, and I needed to know my options. Thanks Johan-odds are good I'll call you soon."
*CLICK*

Okay-huh. Well, that was more informative than I expected.
>[Sake]"Also we are home."
Yes-yes, I did in fact notice that.
>[Sake]"Just making sure you noticed."
The moment we actually get back in the mansion, Sake tenses on my shoulders and haunches-and I don't know why. His snout furtively investigates the air, snuffling away as he begins to restlessly squirm-as Lyubov turns the corner into the main foyer, smiling.
>[Lyubov][In Russian]"Hey, I thought it was you Boss-hey Sake!"
Sake continues to pay her no mind, his head darting back and forth.
>[Sake]What... what IS that?"
"What's what?"
>"No idea."
>[Lyubov]"Aw Sake, don't be like that! Look, I got you something~!"
At which point her right arm, thus far firmly kept behind her back, pops forward-proferring forth a slightly misshapen, weasel sized backpack. I expect Sake to not care all that much about it-but he stiffens like a post about my neck, resolutely staring down the object in Lyubov's hands.
>[Lyubov]"Remember how I mentioned phones? Well, I'm pretty sure you can use one of the earpieces we've got-and they work with the phones we use. So you can use an earpiece, keep the phone in the bag, and keep your han-paws free. I added another pocket, in case you wanted to store other stuff too."
Sake slithers off my neck, slipping through the air like an eel as he docilely lets Lyubov slip the backpack on him. The moment it's on a shiver runs down his lengthy body, growing more pronounced as it goes untill it ends with a wiggle of his rump.
>[Sake]"Aaaaah-that was it. This travelling case-"
>[Lyubov]"Backpack."
>[Sake]"-Backpack is... is AMAZING."
Lyubov places the earpiece in his shovel paws.
>[Lyubov]"It's synced up. You have to pull the phone out of the backpack to dial-and I don't know how to make it easy for you to do the dialing without taking off the backpack-sorry about that, I-"

She does not get to finish, as her face is promptly subjected to a snuggling tube of green fur rather intent on expressing gratitude-though I'm still not sure WHY he likes it so much-
>[Iron Trick]"Its frame's made of aluminium. Were you a more fervent student of history, you would know that for a long time, aluminium was exceptionally valuable-and indeed, is the source of most legends about mythril that derive from mundane material. It is every bit as much a precious metal, so far as a Ramidreju or any other magical entity is concerned, as gold or platinum."
>[Sake]"You are the best follower ever!"
>[Lyubov]"Ah... don't you mean employee?"
>[Sake]"I said what I meant, you lovable squishy mortal."
At this Lyubov frowns.
>[Lyubov]"Wait what do you mean squishy?"
>[Sake]"Based on texture, you are notably squishy."
I start sidling towards the next room, noting neither one's paying attention to me...
>[Lyubov]"If we're doing that, then I get to call you fuzzy."
>[Sake]"Absolutely not."
>[Sake]"Naw-nope, you're fuzzy. If I'm squishy, you sure as hell are fuzzy. End of story."
I depart the room as Sake and Lyubov continue genially squabbling, and move on to other things. I can ask Sake what he thinks of his chances of redirecting gyrojet rounds and other such completely sensible questions later.

[SAKE HAS ACQUIRED: A BACKPACK!]

>"Just so you know, Sake will now be assisting Lyubov in pestering you about getting more phones for the company."
Yeah-screw that, I'm just ordering another ten here and now.

It admittedly takes me an hour on the phone-but another ten phones are on their way.
BUSINESS FUNDS: (-$6,500) $367,447.00
Welp, in a few days I'll have enough phones for every russian, Sake, Camella, Hillevi and one replacement. Nipped that problem in the bud.

Sake comes drifting out into the living room where I've been working while Nikifor and Lev hav something of a knifefight-purely for fun, of course.
>[Sake]"She is the most impressive retainer I have ever seen. Oh, and-"
"I already ordered more phones."
His tiny weaselly face sags, his snout wilts and his beady eyes dull, his tiny heart crestfallen at the missed chance to pester me.
>[Sake]"....Oh. Okay, yeah, that's... that's good."
>>384431
Arkeus, this belongs in discussion. Armas, as you hopefully have noticed, doesn't really make and actually stick to long term, static plans-even his prior attempts to set up training cycles swiftly were broken. If you want to get players behind the idea of doing this, so that multiple posters suggest training of this format to make Armas do it, that's perfectly fine-but trying to tell Armas yourself to commit to a new way of spending his time each day without any support won't do much.
With Sake recovering from my perfect denial of his impishness, I decide to ask a question, noting Duke to currently be absent, no doubt taking one of his now universally understood to be cataclysmic shits. Seriously, we almost lost Rostislav when he unwittingly went in a bathroom right after Duke. The man's like a hippo with cholera that's been fed nothing but ghost peppers and lava. Thankfully, Amen... just tidies up, after half an hour's passed.

[In Russian]"So all-quick poll, how is our new houseguest?"
>[Vlad]"I like him."
>[Matvey]"He is a baby that, rather than crying, goes on unstoppable murderous rampages, so far as I can tell."
>[Grisha]"A drug addicted baby."
>[Dmitrii]"I think we should seperately pay homage to his drunkeness-it's impressive to a degree that 'drug addicted' just doesn't cover."
"Okay-so he's an insanely dangerous drug addicted boozer of a baby-but what do you guys think of him?"
>[Gloom]"He's tolerable, once one learns how he thinks."
>[Feodor]"Frankly, we interact with worse."
>[Andrei]"He seems to grasp there's such a thing as objects one must be delicate with, so I have no complaints, no matter how eccentric he may be."
"Einrik?"
>[Einrik]"I do not know if I like or dislike him-I can certainly tolerate him."

And that concludes my polling-as the man himself wraps up his business.

>>384657
I decide to spend the rest of the afternoon correcting an error I noticed-I have ceased to make the lives of my workers sufficiently surreal for my liking-and I haven't done any pain training recently. I decide to resolve both problems at once-and round all the Russians up for some live fire practice. What's the target? Mister fantastic himself, yours truly. And I won't just be standing around-no, I'll be actively trying to stay out of the line of fire and out of their scopes. But I won't be using my brother's assistance-so I shouldn't be impossible to catch. The next four hours are spent playing hide and seek in a handy-dandy-labyrinth within the mansion Amen shows us to and swears under order that it exists specifically to provide a challenging to navigate environment. There's quite a few periods where I manage to lose them for more than a minute-

There are also quite a few periods when the successfully shoot me. Which hurts. I probably should care more about that-the hole 'I just got shot, hammerblow of pain to my body' thing-but frankly, compared to being on fire, having my eye explode, losing an arm, having my soul ripped in half, or having my mind warped by a drunken wizard, it's not all THAT high on my scale of 'painfull shit'. Now, while that's enough I only feel like idly clutching at the wound while grimacing and gritting teeth rather than in shock on the ground, I put on an even more cavalier demeanor-and every time I am shot, demand that whichever Russian shot me perform field surgery on me to remove the bullet, if still present, and treat the wound sans anesthetic. I give them helpful pointers as each one that shoots me over our practice works, but for some unfathomable reason they do worse when I give them advice. How absolutely odd.

Over the course of the training, I... don't use Hybrid Healing, simply letting them patch me up again and again, and continuing to be their target as I acquire more and more bullet holes. Thankfully, they've done damned well at complying with my one serious request: not shooting me in the face'. All the same-despite the 'prize' they get for shooting me, all are immensely motivated to succeed-because I've made it my goal to sneak up on one of their member, and inform them they just died by dint of a slap upside the head. Lev in particular is on the warpath, after I tapped him with his own knife.

By the end of the training most of my joints are impaired and I have trouble not shaking while I stand, my bodies too riddled with injuries. Sake, however, at Lybov's urging, heals me, and I'm spared the exertion to use Hybrid healing to restore myself. After the four hour long hunt, I take half an hour to talk with everyone, and get a sense for how they felt pursuing a more complex target than normal. It seems they like the premise of the training very much-and are now much more motivated to practice, both on their own with firearms, and in the group sessions Lyubov set up with Camella. I inform them that next time onward, Bullets that are properly lined up won't be guaranteed to hit me-I don't get specific about how I'll block the shots-and that they'll likely need to bring several guns to bear on me at once if they want to insure I'm wounded. We break with me advising them all to practice how they feel appropriate to be more ready to track a hard to detect, evasive target that requires multiple concurrent assaults to successfully injure. First anti-monster training simulation with my troops: complete. They didn't do too bad at all. I think all those times I sparred with them really helped today.

Now-I did have more plans for the day, other things to do.

But.....

Sake, having wrapped himself about Lyubov's neck, drags her with him as he exuberantly approaches me with Einrik, Hillevi and Camella.
>[Sake]"So-bar time. No, I need to phrase that better: MAGIC bar time."
I want to say no. I do. ...But the idea of getting served booze by a leprechaun.....
"Well, you already knew how I'd answer. ...Lyubov, seems you've been invited. Do you want to come."
>[Lyubov]"Actually, if Sake'd just ASKED, he'd know I think this is a cool idea."
Sake turns to peer at her before sheepishly loosening his hold on her with his tube-like body.

So it is that we eight, I, my shadow, Sake, the hummingbird, Lyubov, Camella, Einrik and Hillevi all venture out into the night-and follow a certain green figure sporting a new backpack. Sake eventually leads us down a seedy alleyway that looks no different from any other-until I notice that, with my Chakra Orientation set on Soul Sensing, something feels faintly... off about the area.

I realize why when Sake taps a brick-and an aged bronze door simply appears, as if it were always there, promptly opening without any visible cause.
>[Sake]"Here we are-aw, this is great!"

I'll admit-the fact we got so heavily stared down on arrival was somewhat offputting. It almost seemed to imply the bar was not accustomed to dealing with humans of any sort-all the same, not a one complained, and eventually the atmosphere loosened up, largely thanks to, of all people, Hillevi, when she succeeds in drinking not one, but a full dozen dwarves under the table while the rest of us mingle and enjoy the atmosphere. The night starts getting more interesting from there-but soon enough Einrik's asking us to leave with him as he brings his now decidedly plastered sister home-it would seem that, impressive genetics or no, Dwarven ale is still not to be trifled with. I resolve to guzzle some the next chance I get.

Once we get back, Sake again rebuffs my questions as to how we paid for our drinks while Einrik puts his sister to sleep. Lyubov wanders to her room in a daze, still mystified at the fact she just saw nearly a hundred creatures she'd only seen in fairy tales before in the flesh, while I check my phone, knowing I got a message within the loud bar. The messages-plural-are interesting.

>[Ricky]"Hey~! How are you meaty one? Are things still going well? We took your words to heart and have really been looking into these human contraptions-absolutely fascinating, like you said! Actually, I was curious-is there any chance you were interested in that footwork you'd asked after? We'd be quite amenable to making a transaction like the one we discussed before. If we are right, we should be reachable on this phone for the next.... day. Hope to hear from you soon!"
>[Jagda]"Just calling to verify that was you the student spoke to. I'd appreciate a call back. I know I'm being paranoid, but would appreciate it if you humored me at your earliest convenience."

I check the time-nearly midnight. And I have a practice session tomorrow morning. ...Eh, guess I'm waiting on these until tomorrow afternoon. I put them aside-and get some rest.

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 19TH, 2011
PERSONAL FUNDS: $392,013.11
BUSINESS FUNDS: $367,447.00
CASH: $37.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 79%
WINTER ENERGY: 83/160
SUMMER ENERGY: 50/50

I wake up. A dim part of my mind realizes I'm still trying to assimilate new fleshcrafting knowledge. I go through the motions-I shower, I shave, I get dressed-this time in a black suit with wide burgundy pinstiping, a deep purple shirt and my signature tie-and head off, not to the docks-but to a restaurant of italian persuasion. Once I arrive, I fine Gianni, his cream silk shirt's sleeves rolled up and vest open, casually sipping on a martini with the day not even fully begun.

>[GiaGia][In Italian]"So.... well, I suppose now that I take a proper look at you, you HAVE done some fleshcrafting. Hm, how delightful. Well, I only see signs of rather basic stuff in your smooth, supple muscles. Would you say it is fair to call you an amateur in the art of flesh crafting?"
"Let's assume so."
>[GiaGia]"Then there is an important question you must answer before we begin: of the following four categories of tissue, which do YOU, in your gut, think is the most important to learn how to improve? Just the one choice, my fine, fine friend."
"The categories?"
>[GiaGia]"Those would be: Muscle tissue, epithelial tissue, connective tissue and nervous tissue. And please-just because as you may have now guessed, I personally prioritize Muscle enhancement does not mean I cannot teach you just as much about the other three categories. So, hot stuff-make your call. Oh, and if you're feeling real frisky, you might even say WHY you make your choice. I bet it'd make our time together even MORE enjoyable, hm~."








So-which kind of tissue do I think it's the MOST important to learn how to augment, improve and amplify: Connective, Muscle, Nervous or Epithelial?
And WHY do I think it's the most important category to focus on as I learn about Flesh Crafting?

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let's go to the guards.

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]]> http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/384659.html#384725 >>384715
Man, what an asshole. He's not even good at his job!
If you want to run a protection racket properly then you have accountants maintaining the shop's books and some of your boys going around incognito looking for under-the-table deals. That way you can take your cut directly and you know how much of a profit they're turning. You only make examples out of the ones that keep stuff off their books and don't cut you in.

Lets avoid organized crime until other methods have failed. You don't want people to know those connections exist if you can avoid it, and those connections are why their boys would be able to get you through the crowd.

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]]> http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/366586.html#384721 >>384689
So get some scout craft or such out there ahead of the carrier so you can judge just how much resistance the Scellor can put up. If they get shot down in a barrage of AA fire, you know to stop.

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]]> http://quest.lv/kusaba/quest/res/384659.html#384719 >>384717

Man. Well, sometimes those sorts of connections are what are needed.

Yeah, go with your uncle's boys. You'll attract less attention and likely be able to get through the mob faster.

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Let's not go see your uncle, yes? Please? Pretty please? Yes, right then. Let's go talk to the guards at the factories, shall we?

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...You know.

"Connections."

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