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- ! event log,
- ! open,
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- doctor who: the doctor (11),
- fear street: ziggy berman,
- grishaverse: alina starkov,
- grishaverse: the darkling,
- gundam seed/destiny: yzak jule,
- knives out: marta cabrera,
- marvel comics: gwen stacy,
- mass effect: kaidan alenko,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- mcu: shang-chi,
- pacific rim: hermann gottlieb,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- star trek aos: james t. kirk,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- star wars: finn,
- star wars: l3-37,
- the old guard: andromache,
- the untamed: jiang yanli,
- towards the terra: soldier blue,
- transformers: drift,
- transformers: megatron,
- yakuza: zhao tianyou
MISSION: BAD COMPANY, PART 1
● ● ● M I S S I O N 4 . 1
This time it’s barely past noon when the familiar ping of a message alerts you that a new mission file is finally available: it’ll read Scorpion’s Bend, and the file’s arrival is immediately accompanied by Viveca’s voice.
To help you blend in, I’ve prepared bundles of clothes for each of you, rations for those with special diets, and enough of the local currency to buy you a few nights in town. After that, you’ll have to provide for yourselves. I’ve also divided you into groups, and each group will arrive at the town at a different time… so those in the first group, prepare to live in the town for a month or so, while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. Make up a good story, and don’t blow your cover.
The instructions are clear: after you’ve familiarised yourself with the file and its contents, you find that, indeed, there are neatly laid bundles marked with a name in the common room providing appropriate clothing to help you blend in better… and is somehow tailored to fit you perfectly.
Unlike previous missions, there will be plenty of time to talk to those in the same group as you, to come up with plans and stories that’ll explain your arrival in town. And as the two days pass, you all gather to the center of the station again, some for the fourth time, some for the first — it is not only Viveca, in her robot body, who is there to see you off, but Degar as well. He tips an invisible hat in your direction.
Having probably seen far too many bad spaghetti Westerns, Degar sends fingerguns in the team’s general direction before blowing a breath off the tops of his fingers and re-holstering said fingerguns into equally invisible holsters at his sides. It’s really all extremely cheesy, and he knows it – made obvious from the slight grin on his face.
The platform hums to life as Viveca, too, smiles at the gathered team — even if there’s some tightness to it.
The increasing noise of the teleportation machine nearly drowns out her words as the light around you grows brighter, brighter —
Until it’s all you can see, and the familiar tug drags you away into nothingness. There, the echoing voices speak to you once more, laying out the goal you have to complete… and then, without a chance to respond, you are wrenched away through time and space.
As soon as the light dissipates and the voices die away, you are left floundering in the darkness — seconds, at most, as each of you is sent to a set time on the planet. But how you arrive will depend entirely on when you arrive.
1.0A: GROUP 1 Awareness returns to you as you find yourself on your feet, suddenly standing in the Mayor’s office with a half circle of twenty other Orbers just as mildly disoriented as you are. Madam Reilly is positioned in the centre, her fierce eyes shining with approval as she looks up to meet your eyes.
She rounds her desk, studying every new arrival with care.
She sounds sincere enough, but the glint in her eye betrays her, telling you that she’ll likely expect that the hospitality be repaid through hard work and the wealth it will bring the town.
So take the voucher, thank the Mayor for her audience with you, and leave to do a little exploration; and as you do, many of the locals will wave at you, though some might eye you with suspicion. As Madam Reilly said — it’s been a while since any previous wagons made it to town. New arrivals are … well. They’re something of a novelty.
1.0B: GROUP 2 The first thing you register when you regain your wits about you is that the wagon you’re sitting inside of suddenly stops, making you jolt. Above you, the steady sound of rain hitting the wagon’s fabric cover with increasing intensity fills your ears.
Without preamble, a youthful voice from outside shouts:
With nothing to do but brave the rain and leave the confines of the wagons, you follow your fellow Orbers out on shaky legs. Once outside, blinking away the rain in your eyes, you see riderless horses pulling the wagons, parts of their heads replaced with metal.
It won’t take long before you realize you are in the middle of the town road, and in front of the wagons stand two people: a large man with an eye-patch, and a smaller, young alien with sparkling eyes.
Deputy Duke speaks with a bright grin — one that the Sheriff doesn’t share.
His one eye scans over the Orbers who are slowly getting soaked in the downpour, and snorts.
Somehow, his cheerful disposition makes the threat not really sound like much of a one.
Still, they both watch you carefully as you walk past them. Where you go next within the town depends entirely on you, but the signs pointing to the Saloon and Inn are clearly visible, and you’ll likely want to get out of the rain. And who knows, there might even be a few familiar faces already here to greet you.
1.0C: GROUP 3 You wake up with your face buried in something rough and dirty, paired with the sensation of someone shaking at your shoulders. As you blink your eyes open, someone’s face is too close to yours, a face you’ve never seen before in your life, and they’re dressed in rough-hewn work clothing. They take a step back, crouched on their haunches, but the relief in their eyes is palpable. With a sigh, they shake their head and then yell:
As you get up, you’ll see others dressed similarly, all miners, rousing familiar teammates around you. Scattered in your immediate surroundings are the remains of several wagons, a piece of a roof cover flapping uselessly against a large rock. When all of you have woken — some hale and hearty, some with scabs and bruises, some with bleeding cuts — one of the older miners approaches you, his gaze taking in all your faces.
One of Rex’s miners shouts and the others laugh, hastily helping the rest of you up on your feet to escort you along the road that leads into town.
Perhaps you’ll let yourself be helped, or you’ll rush to help those who have been wounded in an attack you can’t remember … or perhaps you’ve already left the others behind to go into town, to see what it has to offer and to meet those who have come here before you.
With all the introductions said and done, it’s time to take to the small town of Scorpion’s Bend and scope out opportunities for the remainder of your stay. For those of you from more temperate, wetter climates, you might find that desert life takes a little bit of getting used to. Two suns beaming bright white rise high over the cloudless horizon, soaking the land with hot light throughout the daytime. With the dust and debris and very little lush vegetation, it’ll be easy to find yourself quickly heating up, where the only form of shade in this town is found within the establishments themselves and under awnings. The evenings do bring beautiful sunsets, however, with a spectacular sight of the five small moons of Badrock glowing like dim spheres of varying sizes across the dark, night sky. There are very few stars out and the temperatures drop dramatically when the suns are down.
2.0 A Bed Too Large: In front of Crow’s Tooth Saloon and the nearby Thornbush Inn, you’ll find seating as though these buildings can read your mind and understand the need for quick refuge from the scorching temperatures. This is where you’ll be able to find yourselves beds to sleep on tonight.
Crow’s Tooth Saloon is an especially lively hub throughout the day. Mornings will see a cluster of miners grabbing breakfast before their trek out to Guncross Mountain — small breakfasts of eggs and sausage and the blackest coffee; noon will find the desk-job men and stablehands congregating for lunch and a drink — sandwiches, biscuits and meat pies with alcohol; and by mid-afternoon leading into the late night hours, fathers and sons and daughters and miners will have returned for dinner and a chance to let loose before the day’s events repeat again the next day. The occasional lone rider might be found at a table some nights before heading to the next town over. A couple of miners, both younger and old, keep to themselves, sitting alone with their whiskey at the bar. The pianist, Tommy Jellison, makes his wages by playing the evening into the wee hours of the night for tips, spinning jubilant tunes on the keys with his five hands, and belting out the odd vocal accompaniment. Sometimes there will be games of cards and coins, and opiates and stimulants aren’t uncommon: both to obtain and to use. The owner, Emzi Hanegan, turns a blind eye to most of the latter.
But Thornbush Inn won’t be void of life either. A three-story rectangular building with painted black and white exterior wood walls, Thornbush Inn can easily be found not far from behind the Saloon. This is where travelers, not all that frequent lately, will come to stay during their time in Scorpion’s Bend. The Innkeeper, Terrance Trawley, has been doing this for a very, very long time, and boy the stories he could share, once coaxed, would paint a colourful picture of the town’s history. Rumour has it he’s been known to embellish a few details every now and then, though. "Adds flavour," he says. You’ll be welcome to keep a room while you’re here, but he'll encourage you to keep a roommate if you do — space is limited and so are the coins in your purse, but would you be needing the turndown service at all?
3.0 For a Fistful of Dollars: Turns out the money you’ve received to spend in this town goes out sooner than you’d like. This means making quick work of integrating yourself into the workforce by offering your services and using those airtight backstories to find a position best suited for you and your fellow townsfolk. For those of you who are good with people, you may want to speak with the owner, Priory Halhast, of Scorpion’s Bend General Store; she’s always looking for bright, gorgeous faces to greet customers daily, take their orders (simple and practical items such as hygiene products, toiletries, cleaning products, basic cooking ingredients and the like), engage in a little small-talk, and to offer the occasional home delivery service. If you’d rather keep to yourself, ask her about working as a stockist or helping to keep some of the books in the back in order.
Similar positions can be found at the Trading Post, where all it takes is a quick chat with Lawturn, the gruff, bearded stocky owner in the poncho and black stetson. Dealing with imports and exports between other towns, they’ll be expecting strong hands and quick minds to handle some of the sales and incoming stock for the town. Sometimes this includes spare wagon parts and food and supplies for the animals.
And speaking of animals, for those of you who have a sixth sense with them, or simply want to avoid the chatty townsfolk all together, the Stablemaster, known simply as ‘Horseshoe’ could always use an extra set of hands to help with the grooming, feeding, cleaning, and maintenance of the horses and other animals, as well as the travel wagons. The Stables can be found near the Trading Post; it’s just a quick-ish jog (if you can stand the heat) to the large wooden barn in faded red wood where you’ll be greeted by the sounds of dogs, cows, chickens, sheep, owl-shrews, varkdogs, and flower mantisaurs.
4.0 The Good, the Religious and the Spicy: Over the month, some of you might find that even in a place as small as Scorpion’s Bend, there is disparity between the cleaner, ‘nicer’ parts of town versus the more dilapidated and seedier areas. The town’s segregation isn’t quite as clear-cut with the main street and its numerous businesses acting as a central hub for all of the townspeople. However, the schoolhouse and the church, Celestial Mercy, stands proud on one end, while Sindown, the town’s infamous pleasure house marks its place on the opposite side and are often referred to as the ‘Light’ and the ‘Dark’ sides of town respectively, and not always with a smile.
The schoolhouse is directly connected to the church, and the children in Scorpion’s Bend spend most of their days at their desks learning to read, basic arithmetic, history, science, and the planets. While not exactly off-limits to the Orbers, in order to keep disruptions of the childrens’ education to a minimum, the headmistress, Joella Friegrass would prefer scheduling appointments to speak with her or any of the other staff in school.
Some of these students will go on to become teachers at the school, indoctrinated into the Sect of the Eight Divines, or otherwise find positions throughout the town. While not closed to other practices of worship, Father Alois of the Celestial Mercy mainly preaches the gospel of the Eight Divines and would happily spend time explaining this religion with you. The church itself is a brown wood building with a peaked roof and long, arched windows lining the sides. Above the doors is a small bell tower, used to mark celebrations, funerals, the beginning and end of a sermon, and other special occasions.
If you decide to make a thorough exploration of the length of the town, you’ll inevitably wander over to Sindown, the Bend’s pleasure house. Sindown is owned by Madame Rella, whose brief appearances at her own establishment only ever seem to happen during the latest hours of the night, and only for long enough to check in on her clients and workers, and to ensure the peace. She isn’t a woman to be reckoned with and anyone who winds up on her bad side will find themselves regretting it for the rest of their days. Find someone you might want to have a night of pleasure (or pain) with, book a room within the house (with all of the comforts provided), and be sure to pay upfront. Or simply stick around for the drinking, the drugs, and the nightly card games shared among the townsfolk and vagabonds with higher stakes than those you might find at the Saloon.
5.0 After Hours: When the novelty of the stetsons and ponchos have worn off like the shine of the spurs on your boots, the more observant Orbers might find that the whole town feels just a little off. The incoming stock coming into Scorpion’s Bend never seems to change, and so the food at the Saloon arrives at breakfast, noon, and dinner without a hitch, always exactly the same, and all of it tasting just a little less flavourful the more you start to analyze it. Eggs and sausage and bread, for example, all start to taste like the same thing.
Everyone’s got their routine, including you, and you might start paying attention to those schedules as you continue to work at your job, explore the establishments, and speak with the townspeople — both the regular folks of the day-to-day, and the ones with a little more power and sway in the town. Every now and then, someone’s temper might flare up resulting in a dramatic bar fight amongst the drunk and those who happen to arrive at the wrong place and time; or you might watch as a couple of the Saloon’s patrons challenge each other to a noontime duel. Try not to make an obvious target of yourself as you explore the town, of course, or you might wind up in a bar fight or a duel of your own. Don’t have a gun? It might be time to find one.
6.0 Out of Town: Any hooligans and lawbreakers will find themselves facing Sheriff One-Eyed Wilson and his Deputy before you even have the wherewithal to utter: ‘yee-haw’. The Sheriff might only be working with one usable, clear eye, but he’s always been the fastest shot on this side of Badrock and he protects this town with everything he’s got. Petty crimes and rowdy behaviour will be punished in levels of severity ranging from warnings to fines to nights spent in the town jail.
One night you might wake up to the sound of shouts and gunfire. If you aren’t already awake, or if you never went to bed in the first place, you might be able to make out a group of figures on horseback, hollering and hooting with pandemonious glee as they ride through town, their faces covered by scarves and wide-brimmed hats. These bandits dash for the stores with the intention to loot the town for everything they’ve got before making their way out with their spoils. Remembering that this could be the last of the incoming stock for weeks, you might want to join your fellow Orbers and residents alike to defend the town from the pillaging or face weeks of struggling recovery.
A substantial population of Scorpion’s Bend is made up of miners who have snatched up the opportunity for work and a promise of prosperity while in town. Early in the morning, every morning, those who have jobs at the mines wake up before the sun rises, have their breakfast, and head in split directions: some to Guncross mountain, and others, including you, to the mines located right at the edge of the town, for another hard day’s work. Wagons full of workers make the trek every day, digging for the wealth that lies underground: ore and metal and precious stone used in the formation of construction materials, jewelry, and other treasured items. It’s a lucrative enterprise but to maintain some semblance of order, all workers must first be approved by the Miners Guild, not always an easy feat for newcomers. You’ll learn that to be a full member of the Guild and have access to the mines on Guncross, you’ll need at least half a year’s work within the town, but prove yourself and you may have opportunities to gain some experience at least.
7.0 The Ecstasy of Ore: The wagon leaves just as the moons fade for the night and the barest hint of the suns begins to warm up the sky with light. You’ll be packed in with other townsfolk just like you: eager to get to the mines, or maybe still drowsy with sleep, or maybe a combination of both. During the trek there, one of the older miners might be inclined to share a bit of advice with you, give you the basic 101 in mining. “Keep a lookout for the shiny stuff,” he’ll joke. He looks to be in strangely good spirits for someone up so early.
You’re dropped off by the front with your gear and your fellow miners as the sun continues to rise. Soon it’ll be scorching hot but until then, you feel comfortable, maybe even a little chilly. You’ll be working alongside people who look human, and an alien race called tunnel hounds who have a particular talent for this sort of work. If you want to learn quickly, you might want to speak with one of them.
The tunnel is carved deep and bright lanterns lighting the way inside, hung on a long line of rope every six to ten feet (1.8 to 3 meters). As you work your way deeper, these lights become more and more sporadic, however, so it may be a good time to turn on your torchlight and continue with the group. The reflection of your light will inevitably catch on a shiny surface lodged into the tunnel around you and in crevices further in. It’s this metallic ore that you’re meant to be harvesting; this is the 'shiny stuff'. As you get to work, sweat forming along your brow, the rhythmic sound of your pick-axe pinging against stone, you may or may not hear a silent hissing sound in between. One of the tunnel hounds will suddenly reach out to stop you with sharp claws, and then make a silencing motion before gesturing to the flame-coloured serpent coiled near your foot, too close for comfort. This is an embera, a reptile that can infect their victims with a fire-hot venom that burns the blood in your veins until the heat of it kills you if the pain doesn’t first.
Avoid getting bitten by these creatures that seem to make the tunnels their home; and if you do, there’s still a chance you can seek help if you do it quickly. The effects of the venom are slow (but still painful) and will be at its peak in a few hours.
8.0 The Countdown: Anyone that decides to explore the Scorpion’s Bend past the mines and tries to head to the desert or towards Guncross mountain may find that their long walk forward only leads them back into the other end of the town, strangely like they’ve somehow walked an entire loop. No matter the trek, this trajectory never seems to change. You might try leaving from the east, for example, only to wind up entering directly into the west side of the town.
Of course, you could try and ask around for an explanation to this bizarre occurrence, but even the most sensible of townsfolk will look at you with reactions spanning anywhere from sympathy and pity to amusement and disgust. Most will laugh and think that perhaps you should lay off the whiskey, maybe grab another black coffee. Others will simply think you’ve been out in the sun for too long or you've been chewing gravel. Either way, it might make you think; after all, that lone rider from the other night had left by the next day, hadn’t he? And what about those bandits chased out of town?
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He was hanging around the red light district where Sindown occupied space whenever he spotted Kaidan on the street. Zhao kept his calm demeanor as he eyed the other man from his position leaning casually against a building wall, a cigarette in one hand. He took a drag and blew out the smoke a second later as Kaidan walked by.
"Headin' for some fun?" he called casually. The slightly lilting inflection was just as easily amiable camaraderie for a first meeting as it could be a familiar tease between friends.
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So instead he lets his eyes trail slowly up and down Zhao. Given where they are, this wouldn't be an unusual thing to do.
"Hmm. Maybe I'm headed for some trouble. And you look like the type who can show me some." He adds just the slightest touch of flirting to that, enough for Zhao to ignore if he chooses. Still playing their weird little game here.
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"Oh, I know all sorts of trouble to get into. What kind are ya lookin' for, my friend?"
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"I've been looking at the outside walls of these buildings and thinking maybe they could use a little bit of decoration. See, there've been bandits in town and maybe if they saw there was already a gang around here, they'd think twice before coming back."
Graffiti was one of the more harmless forms of vandalism he could come up with. Was there gang tagging in this era? He didn't know.
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"Oh, that's definitely trouble. I like your style there, Mister...?" Did Kaidan have a fake name going into this mission? Zhao wasn't bothering but he knew a lot of the Orbers had gone hog-wild with the fake background identities. "I don't know that it'll have the effect you want around these parts but I can't deny that it holds a certain appeal." He leaned in close, grin wicked. "I love me some trouble, see."
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"Kalmia," he supplied, smirking because he knew how ridiculous that name was. "My parents had a thing about flowers. Mine can be poisonous." Maybe this was why so many of the Orbers were making up fake names and backstories: not just to blend in, but to have fun and be someone different for a while. So far Kaidan had been playing his persona as relatively close to his real self. But why not have a little fun with it? Give Kalmia more of an edge.
"But if you like trouble, maybe you don't mind a little danger. What do you say, mister...?" He raised an eyebrow expectantly.
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"Trouble, danger, risk. What's the difference? It's all exciting." He leaned back, smirk still plastered on his face, and cocked his head slightly as he looked at Kaidan. Using the silent gaze as if he were considering the man's proposal. Weighing it in his mind. Well, it wasn't too much of a deception--he was thinking about Kaidan and his silly plan to graffiti the town. He eventually stopped soaking it in and resumed the conversation. "Let's have at it. Guess we better look for supplies."
He sure as heck didn't have any spray cans on him. He doubted there would be any in this town, either, but if they were lucky they might be able to find a can of paint or two lying around somewhere. Right?
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"Let's check the general store," he suggested. "And on the way, maybe you can tell me your name." It was only fair since he gave out his fake name.
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After a little while walking down the street, he spoke up again. "It's Tianyou," he said almost demurely. It was certainly on the quieter side. If Kiadan was perceptive enough he might have picked up that name somewhere around the station before. If this was some sort of experiment then Zhao certainly had bad timing (and he knew it) but he was going with it.
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The conversation helps smooth that along easily enough. "Oh, it's plenty exciting--if you know where to look." There was certainly an amount of basic quality to the daily goings-on in the town once settled and aware of the repetitious nature. But he was a rowdy boy that liked to find the more risky parts of any town. Places that were familiar to him thanks to his upbringing. "And definitely different. I can't say I'd ever imagined myself coming to a place like this before. But now that I'm here... it's kinda interesting."
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"I'm glad you think so. It's not a bad place, but I do feel a little restless sometimes. Especially at night when I can't sleep." They made it to the general store, which was luckily still open. He didn't know what to get so he asked for some paint and brushes. The benefits of having such an upstanding persona is that there were no questions asked on what he planned to do with them.
Kaidan waited until they were back out on the street before asking: "So what would you say is a good, prominent building? People need to see this, ah... redecorating."
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Back outside he ignored the question for a little bit of teasing first. "Having trouble sleeping, eh?" He said with a smirk followed by a suggestive little gesture. "Maybe I can help with that."
He let that hang in the air for a little bit.
Though after a short walk to nowhere in particular yet, he finally got back to the real question at hand. He glanced from one end of the city to the other, a mental calculation going through his mind. "Well. The school and the church are obvious places that would cause a scandal. The sheriff's office would make for a story, too, and be even more risky. The saloon is the most prominent place here though with everybody going there at least once a day. But that's the problem as much as anything else: it's constantly got people going in and out."
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But for now, he would focus on the task at hand. "We're not doing the saloon," he decided. "Daisy works there-- my sister. I like the idea of the sheriff's office, though. I'm in the mood for taking some risks tonight."
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What Zhao was considering on the trip over was how to get it done. He'd never painted much before. Time to try a new hobby. If his mind slipped a little into the gutter along the way it couldn't be helped after his conversation with Kaidan just now. He'd shake it off and start back on the task at hand, wondering what to paint on the building...not Kaidan's body...every time he managed to get distracted.
It needed to get darker sooner.
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Kaidan had said he wanted to take some risks. Dressing like this was definitely a risk.
ngl, i laughed. also if he wants it that badly...
He let Kaidan go after several long seconds and turned on his heel. He walked away a few steps. Then looked back over his shoulder with an impish smirk. "Coming?"
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His eyes were a little glassy when he was released. What were they doing again? Oh, right, his personal mission. Kaidan cleared his throat and straightened his tie a little to help pull himself together.
"I, ah... yeah. The paint cans are just over here. Let's do this before you distract me again."
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"Let's start here. Get the hang of it before we move onto the front for a proper display." If Kaidan thought this was going to be simple--he was about to be proven wrong. Zhao wasn't going to just ruin the paint job of the office building. If he was going to do some low-level shit like tagging, he was damn well going to do it right. And make it look good.
Thus, they were going to practice before they got down to real business of making it obvious. Also, he could practice on timing so they wouldn't be taking forever.
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He wasn't that good of an artist, either. He dipped his brush in and painted the first thought that came to mind: a blue sunburst, just like the one he had painted on him as a tattoo over Halloween. When he was done with that he painted a rope of purple-blue fire that snaked around the sunburst.
"There. My gang sign. What do you think?"
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He stifled a cute little laugh. He was either impressed or amused, or both. He nodded at Kaidan approvingly with a smile. "Looks good, Kai- Kal-chan."
Zhao admired the work of art a little longer. He liked the symbols used. How it reminded him of their conversation. It was cute.
As for Zhao's sign, it was definitely something Chinese. There was a circular motif with a fancy design and around it symbols that were various words in Chinese. Despite the awkward crafting with tools not quite what he would want to use for the endeavor, the work was quite neat and near perfection.
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"Does that mean something special?" he wondered.
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"Eh, I suppose that depends on who you're asking." He held up a hand before Kaidan could come back with an 'I'm asking you' retort and continued. "I suppose you could call it my gang tag. The symbol in the middle is the Qing Jin's logo and the words around the outside are ...virtues? They're ideals to aspire to. Or some much bullshit."
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"How is my gang sign the more threatening one?" he chuckled out loud. "Come on, we should hurry and tag the front before anyone sees us." Kaidan wanted to get this mission over with. Partly because it was a ridiculous one, but mostly because of the memory of Zhao's tongue hot in his mouth. He'd much rather go back to that.
Kaidan checked to make sure the coast was clear before heading out. He chose a side of the sheriff's office that was visible to the whole town and set to painting before he could second-guess himself.
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That was putting it mildly and not at all the whole truth. Ask him about it sometime, Kaidan, it was an amusing story.
"Ready when you are," he said as Kaidan went to check on the condition of the street. When the all-clear was given he joined Kaidan in painting in plain view. His strokes were swift and flourishing, but the sign still came out a piece of artwork by the time he was finished. As he waited for Kaidan to finish his Zhao went on to further paint the wall with random designs of flames and tribal looking markings, whatever, just things to add more of a noticeable job. It turned out he took the longest as he got further into the vandalism.
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nsfw? Probably
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