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[Sparky]

[Refs]

    The young techy studied the ornate looking dagger. It was practically a relic. Luke was slightly impressed, and it showed on his face. The way Soren spoke about the dagger made Luke feel as though there was something more too it. Hell, with the ocean of magical potential in this damn world, it very well might be a god slaying mega-dagger. Or maybe it turned into a sword. Or lit on fire. Or was a flaming sword. He was pretty phoenix-esque, fire seemed to be a fitting theme.

    "Someone important to me left me something like that. It's less refined or noble as a dagger, especially an ornate looking one like that. But it's the last thing I have of him, so it's... it's pretty important to me." Luke stopped leaning back and actually sat up straight again. "So, yeah, I get placing importance on something like that. Especially if it's from someone as important as a father figure." 

    When The Bartender finally returned from the kitchen, he didn't really do much aside from collecting the dishes from Luke and Soren. However, before he returned back through the door, he slid Luke a thin folder. The young techy gave him a glance, but The Bartender was already walking away.

    "Job for you." Was all the man said before vanishing again. Luke paused and pulled the folder over, flipping it open and scanning the paper quietly. It had a description of the job, the payment amount, contact information, really the standard for The Bartender, that is to say; all the information anyone could ever possibly need. Hm. Not bad payment. Bit of a travel. Guess I'll give her a call. 

    "Hey, give me a second, I need to make a call." Luke stood up and moved away from the bar into a more discrete corner. For Soren, the birdman would watch as Luke spent the next fifteen to twenty or so minutes chatting away on the ResLink with his potential client, swapping between waves of annoyance, shock, more annoyance, and finally acceptance. The young man gave a visible sigh as he hung up the call, meandering over to Soren and setting down back into his seat. 
    
    "So, you do bounties and all that shit, right?" Luke began, closing up the folder. "How's about accompanying me on a little journey? I'd pretty much only be using you for heavy lifting, but the pay will be good." 

    Luke rapped his fingers against the counter, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck. Dealing with clients was always a bit of a hassle. Sometimes they were chill... but generally stupid, other times they were really cocky and extremely stupid! But this one was just... really bad at giving information, and he didn't know if that was because she was stupid or if she thought that Luke wasn't worth the effort. 

    "This woman on the outskirts has this old piece of tech she scrounged up. She wants me to go and take a look at it, fix it up. From the looks of things I'm going to need to bring a lot of stuff along with me, and I don't think just bringing Grant along is going to cut it. You seem like a strong man, if you don't have anything lined up, think you'd be up for lending a hand?" 

[Soren]

Soren put the dagger away, nodding thoughtfully at Luke's reply. "Heirlooms always hold an importance to those that inherit them, even if that meaning gets lost by others." Soren placed several gold coins on the counter, paying for the food and giving the bartender a pretty healthy tip while Luke was away.

While waiting, Soren got up and went to wash his hands properly, cleaning off any residual spice that wouldn't simply get wiped off. By the time Luke was back, Soren was just hanging out at the bar on his seat. "Yeah, I got time for that." It's not like he was doing much aside from watering plants and upping his fire skills anyways. "I could lend a hand and a wing, shouldn't be anything I can't handle."

[Sparky]

[Refs]

    "Alright, sounds good. I don't know how long the job will take but prepare to at least be there overnight." Luke pulled the same trick as Grant had, writing down a slip of information onto a napkin, sliding it over to Soren. "Be here at about seven in the morning. Dress in something you wouldn't mind getting dirty." 

    The techy was already planning out when he was going to pass out, and when he was going to wake up and start moving all the shit he needed for the trip. But, that could come later. For now, he felt as though this would be a good opportunity to give Grant something, either for more experience or just for some quick cash he could start living off of. Luke stood up and pulled out his ResLink and Grant's number, tossing him a text. 

Hey, it's Io. Just got a job, I can pay you 50g an hour, potential overnight. It's a house call so I'll be leaving tomorrow morning at 7. If you're in, bring clothes that you wouldn't mind getting dirty, maybe a notepad because I will *not* repeat myself while I'm giving you the rundown on shit. Hope your mechanic gig gave you some good experience cus I'm gonna be throwing your bitch ass through the wringer and make you work for that sweet sweet moola.

    And send.

    Of course Luke had to flood his text with his signature charm, and add in the address Grant had to show up to, but all in all, he considered it a work of art. God he was good with words, wasn't he? regardless, he turned his silver gaze back to Soren and flicked a two finger salute towards the Birdboy. 

    "I'm gonna head out now. I gotta be up earlier than you so it's best that I head out now and catch as much shut eye as I can. It was nice meeting you and shit, Birdboy." Luke slipped his ResLink back into his pocket and gathered up all of his things. "We'll talk payment for your job tomorrow when we meet up, so make sure to get a good nights rest. Take it easy man."

    Luke smirked and left a small pile of gold as a tip for The Bartender, and took his leave. Tomorrow was going to be a bit of a busy day.