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Post by Melanie Ross on Feb 11, 2019 15:57:43 GMT -8
Name: Local Bounties!
Requirements: 20 Atk
Job: Go after a high priority Target (Ask a staff member for a random target.)
Bonus: Beat a Gang Member, Pillar, or TIME Officer.
Payout: +$300
Melanie entered the office earlier that usual this morning. Her mission was Krane. They needed to blow off some steam in more ways than one. Melanie had some pretty good ideas for it. She'd sit down at her desk and complete the days paperwork before Krane got in. Hopefully by then she'd have her head straight and know what she wanted to say. No matter how many times she practiced it, she sounded strange. She turned to open her drawer and begain talking to it and responding to herself in a deep gruff monotone voice;
"Hi Krane. How ya doin?
Oh, hi. I am breathing so all is well.
Oh that's cool.
I am not cold.
Yeah well, I thought we could go spend some time together
We are together now
Right, but we could be somewhere else together
I am a moron. There's no way he even agree to date me after all that. Gods Im a moron."
Still talking to her drawer while pulling out papers.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Feb 15, 2019 15:24:27 GMT -8
Krane would enter the Command office and survey that Melanie was in fact in office today. He would close the door behind him before making his way towards his desk to see if the invoice for the new equipment had come in. He would begin the exchanging of pleasantries when he passed Melanie's desk.
"Good morning, Melanie."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Feb 16, 2019 13:57:40 GMT -8
Melanie sat up straight, too fast, and hit her head on the desk. She let out an inappropriate amount of not-so-silent curses toward herself and the desk before finally turning her red face toward Krane.
“Uh, good morning. How’s it hanging?”
She bobbed her head a few times up and down before stopping and shaking her head. What was she doing. Shifting in her chair, Melanie restraitened her desk and began filling out a paper.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Feb 16, 2019 15:35:41 GMT -8
Krane watched out the side of his eyes as she straightened herself and asked how it was hanging. He remembered Dionysus explaining this question, it was for a woman's safety in case she wanted to sit on your lap, or avoid inappropriate actions during the day so he looked down at his crotch.
"It hangs to the right currently."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Feb 16, 2019 16:04:25 GMT -8
Melanie stretches a hand over to her coffee next to her at just the wrong time. Instead of grabbing the coffee, she nudges it off the side and it shatters. This, of course, sends coffee all over the floor and splatters over her shirt and pants— her white shirt. Melanie pulls at her shirt trying to make the hot drink cool, and it does. Unfortunately, this coooling sensation causes something else, and it’s slightly inappropriate. Melanie’s face is now a DEEP RED much darker than her hair (pink) and has no clue how to collect herself and proceed. Flabbergasted, she tries a change in conversation in a much higher pitch than normal.
“There’s a bad guy in 259.”
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Post by Krane Asiv on Feb 16, 2019 17:33:18 GMT -8
Krane watches events unfold kind of tilting his head a little bit. Otherwise he furrows his brow when she talks about a bad guy.
"Criminal? Or just someone that needs to be brought in? What teams do we have in the field, who is available for a task like this, and what grade is it? A, or S?"
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Post by Melanie Ross on Feb 16, 2019 18:42:54 GMT -8
Melanie would take a breath and thank her gods that she was able to have someone like Krane who wouldn’t accidentally make her feel worse. She would talk as she moved back to her locker for a new shirt.
“Well, Krane, I thought this one was one that needed more attention. I could send a unit after her, but honestly I’d feel better if we handled it personally.”
By this point she had changed into a form fitting black half sleeved shirt, not unlike Kim Possible now, and was headed back to her desk to fetch the paper on the subject.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Feb 16, 2019 18:53:07 GMT -8
Krane would move over to her desk and reach out for the paperwork. Checking it over he'd inspect what they knew.
"A rank... I don't know if we have any available units that can take on an A rank anyways. It should be fine to mobilize the Command Squad for this one."
Krane would go to his locker and open it, looking at his Kraken armor for a minute. He'd pull the pieces out and put them in a bag.
"Prep for the mission how you need. I have a stop to make."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Feb 16, 2019 20:06:27 GMT -8
Melanie smiles at him.
“You know me, always ready. Let me know when you are good to go.”
Melanie moved to sit and continue her paperwork.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Mar 19, 2019 23:36:22 GMT -8
Krane comes back wearing a long green coat with white armor on one arm and gold trimmings.
"Had to get my armor upgraded. Let's move out."
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Post by Melanie Ross on Mar 20, 2019 16:20:34 GMT -8
Melanie looked up. And up. Damn he was fine. She caught herself looking too long and quickly looked back at her paper. Luckily she had sheithed her pen, otherwise there would have been a long streak over the paper. Melanie moves to stand... and tripped over her waist basket. Gods, she was clumsy. Would Krane catch her? Prolly not. If not she’s pick herself up and say, a little too perkily,” okie dokie! Let’s go!” And then wince at her term usage and mentally face palm. If he did catch her she’s look up into his big beautiful eyes and will him to kiss her.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Mar 21, 2019 9:49:52 GMT -8
Krane instinctively would reach out to catch her, though it would be a nearly invisible testicle grabbing her by the waste and hefting her to her feet.
"Are you alright?"
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Post by Melanie Ross on Mar 21, 2019 17:24:48 GMT -8
Melanie looked up in surprise and regained her balance. After, she blushed brightly.
“I’m alright. I just...” she paused and her blush deepened. “I just get thrown for a spin by you.” She paused again and knew how he would take it. “Not like that. Silly. And no, I do t want you to leave. I just feel light headed around you sometimes. You catch me off guard constantly. I.... I love you, Krane.” She moves to him and placed her hand over his arm. “You don’t have to say it back.”
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Post by Krane Asiv on Mar 26, 2019 17:01:20 GMT -8
Krane would stare at her for a short moment letting her do as she pleased. He can't say he didn't feel warmth at her touch, or a sort of longing for it. However he did not know if it was love. He would give a half smile and nod before leading the way to the jeep.
"Whats the intel on the criminals last known location?"
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Post by Melanie Ross on Mar 26, 2019 17:19:02 GMT -8
Melanie noticed the silence before he nodded and gave her that adorable half smile. She was happy she finally told him she loved him. It had been bubbling in her chest for quite some time. He moved to lead her out of the room and to the Jeep. Right the target. Back to business.
“The target was last seen poking around the infirmary and headed to the outskirts and povery housing. He was identified as a murderer whom goes by the name ‘John the Slicer’. His usual MO is pregnant women. He allegedly carves out the baby and then slits the mother’s throat. The baby is left to fend for its self and usually dies within minutes.”
Melanie pinched her face into a grimace.
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