dial h for hire [video]

[unweave]

[ The feed picks up with a slight buzz of static. The visuals over the network focus on a waist-up shot of Aranea who isn't looking too hot. Not only is her face bruised (healing black eye, slightly swollen nose and busted lip), but there is a bandage pack poking out from under her top. ]

Don't want to waste anyone's time — there's enough stupid messages coming across this every day and I don't want to add to it.

My names Aranea Highwind and I'm recruiting for a mercenary group — odd jobs, monster hunts, personal protection, and the like. I'm willing to give a large cut on jobs I get in, bordering 65%. Tough sons of a bitches please apply and those looking for their problems to be solved? I'm your gal.

[ I mean, even now she's confident with a sly smirk plastered on her face. This is the most blunt ass sales pitch ever? But — ]

You can't trust everyone you meet here, some people will literally stab you. [ She nudges the view to her hip, but rolls her eyes as the camera gets back to her. ] But, there's still people wanting to help out. Why waste your time at that shitty fight club when you can make a difference and get paid for it? Think about it.

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[jettisons]

I was a guard back home. Training with firearms, knives, explosives, take your pick. They put us all through survival training, too.

[unweave]

Not bad! Better than half the saps I see enlisting in an army. [ But, she tries to gauge his voice — was it voluntary training or forced? ] What would you like to do to get paid?

[jettisons]

No assassinations. I'm fine with anything else.

[unweave]

Right. I'll make note. [ pray 2 god she doesn't need to assign those. ] Look forward to workin' with you.