🦾 FM of Nepleslia
🦊 FM of Neshaten
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE 44.7
- RP Location
- Funky City
The ever-present smog and haze of Neplslia's distinct breed of capitalism was inescapable, doubly so in the shadow of Funky City's urban sprawl. Too-bright neon lighting reflecting off the various pieces of chrome on both citizens and vessels alike, the skyline above was dominated by hulking cargo freighters and phallic skyscrapers alike. Weathered concrete and the alluring scent of their next paycheck was the only thing keeping a decent chunk of the populace from falling to the dark badlands land below, the kingdom of mutants who'd eyes had never been graced by natural sunlight.
One such beacon of money-making was a refurbished warehouse sitting on the seam where the city's industrial and commercial districts collided, a bastion of fast-drying concrete and metal plating that hopefully dissuaded most small criminals from trying their luck. Rugged volumetric projectors threw the words "VEILFIRE TACTICAL" across the front and sides of the store in green, stylized lettering that stood out nicely against the grey and black exterior - further projectors showing off live pricing graphs tied to various popular brands of ammunition and others displaying bits of promotional work for new and upcoming bits of kit.
It stood out a lot, despite its location beneath a major artery of the city's aerial pathing network, backed by a sea of bland refineries and factories on one side, but by stores covered in too-bright paint that was beginning to flake off on the other. It was a nice middle-ground in comparison. What also might've stood out to some of the more cybernetically-sensitive of the assembled crew, who were yet to actually be introduced to each-other, was that something was taking scans of them. Not just from your run of the mill, off the shelf scanning unit either, something that used older military protocols while trying to glean serial numbers and whatever else it could.
But it was older, and nothing was ever perfect, that combined with an otherwise empty parking lot might be a cause for concern for more paranoid individuals~
For some of the crew it'd been almost two weeks since they'd met Ms. Belmont, and for others it'd barely been three days, but they'd all been given the same date and time to arrive. That time was now, a little before true-sunset, the orange colossi steadily dipping behind the distant wall of skyscrapers that most denizens counted as the horizon. The store's front doors slid open to reveal a fair-skinned woman with a Veilfire Tactical employee shirt practically painted onto her well-proportioned figure, asymmetric bob of red hair bouncing against her angular features as she waved to someone in the store and made her way towards one of the city's public transportation hubs. Paying little mind to any of the assembled crew as the clicks of her heeled boots grew distant, a military surplus duffle-bag hanging from one arm decorated with panels of synthetic skin.
Maybe a minute after the redhead left another figure made their way out that sliding door, though this one was much more familiar. The distinctly pear-shaped figure of one Remy Belmont crossed the threshold in all her green-haired glory, showcasing a stylish suit dress showing off her stocking-clad legs and a bullpup shotgun hanging off a single-point sling as she took a few steps closer. But it was obvious that Remy was keeping a cautious bit of distance, despite having talked with each person before-hand.
"Thank you all for coming, but I do have one final thing to mention before we get started... it's unfortunate but it is what it is," Remy spoke rather bluntly, offering a small shrug before adjusting her grip on the shotgun a little, squeezing the rubberized pistol grip visibly tighter just in case...
"None of you are taking this as some elaborate opportunity to rob me blind I hope? this here is business, try to fuck me over and you'll regret it, that I can guarantee without a doubt."