hadriel | [voice]

[ You might be enjoying your evening, relaxing and trying to unwind after all that butt-crap that's been going down in the City lately, huh? Well that's all about to change as a rather loud young lady graces the network on your devices. She needs some supplies and isn't shy about asking for them. ]

HELLOOOO BITCHES!!

[ Let's hope non of you have headphone and are wearing them for this one. ]

Ight! I'mma get straight to the point like ma' name was Zero. I needs one of yous fine ladies to do me a flava! Y'get me? MMM!

[ Just to clarify, when she says 'ladies' she's not really specifying, she kind of calls everyone a lady soooo... ]

I needs someone whos all up and gots fingers that was crafted by the God's themselves~ Heavenly divine digits that could dissemble ass hairs off a fly and have it say "Oh~ that tickles, may I have another~?"

[ She's getting distracted, bear with her. ]

I've got the wood and shizz, just need someone who is good with the human form. Otherwise deez characters are all up and gonna be rabbit styled! OH and some dice!! Gurls can't get her game on without the D's yo!

[ In summary; Tina would like to enquire if anyone has any experience whittling wood. She's trying to make some figures for a game she'd like to play. ]

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There are hunters? I am imagining a land of Indian Joneses, all gambolling about trying to find the loot worthy of a fortune.

[ He pauses for a moment. He's never really admitted this before. ]

No, but I have done treasure hunting in the past. It was addictive. I never could get enough.

[ He pretty much just summed it up! If he ever got to meet Mordecai or even Jack! he'd agree. ]

Mhm! Pretty much the only peeps that live on good ol' Pandora are Vault hunters now-a-days!

[ She curious now. ]

Oh yea? Whatcha hunt for?! Me I prefer the more big badda-boom kinda deal. Screw lookin' for vaults all careful and shit! Imma just show up with a bomb and KABOOM!! ... Quicker and way cooler. Mhm! Mhm!

Pandora? Is that the name of your home?

[ Armand actually laughs. It's the name of his old master's consort. It was rather amusing. ]

Priceless necklaces. Lost paintings. That sort of thing. It was their monetary value I desired, not the things themselves, you understand.

[ It takes him a moment to decipher that. ]

And this gained you treasure?

It's the planet I'm from, soooo yea.

[ He was kinda cool, the stuff he listed off wasn't unheard off, but mostly it was a bigger reword the Vault hunters were after. ]

So what, like, yoo only liked the things for a short while? Did yoo sell 'em on to someone else or summit? And yea! If yoo got into a vault yoo pretty much set yourself up! Thing is, some peeps get hooked on the thrill of lookin' for 'em and shizz.

Ah. Mine would be 'Earth'.

[ Armand is quiet for a moment, thinking of Daniel. All the lengths he went through to keep the boy comfortable and in a bubble of wealth. How little he had cared for it. ]

Yes, I sold them to buyers who drowned me in money. I became very wealthy. Enough to buy my own island.

I can see the appeal of these vaults. What would you hide in one?

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