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My beautiful wife, the AIs beyond the Blackwall

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// remembered this in cp77 >:3 V n Roy are hanging out on the rooftop

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[At the description, tension drops from V's shoulders and he stands a little more relaxed, a little more to his full height, and a proper smile turns a proper friendly expression] Yeah, I know Becca! That's Dyósmou – my little peppermint! How you know her?

Ｖ． 𓆙 @diamondbvck.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

—🐍 fixer, soldier, merc, spy

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Gimme a sec, I need to headbutt this wall–

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[Sitting on the hood of his car, re-painting his nails]

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// just realised you CAN long-press on your own icon down on the icon bar to switch profiles. Smartest man in the world right here

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// playing the game but avoiding playing, also, by taking pictures of The Idiot Brothers

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Mm. Merc. Solo. [The approach isn't antagonistic. It comes with a furtive glance upward. Watchful, defensive.] She sounds like a good woman. She got a rep in town, then? Kinda name someone also in the biz might know?

Ohh, yeah. I could do with a good diner shake an' burger. Last place I ate at had a mezzanine floor and hors d'oeuvres. Kinda miss guessin' whether my cheese is 30 or 60% rubber.

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// I'm so glad cdpr allowed us to change the colours of our quadras. Now I can have my canon V's type-66 640 TS!! (mostly. It should be a double stripe. But this is still good!)

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[V's left arm is popped out, a charged shot hidden beneath parted seams of gold-laced RealSkinn™. Might give an excuse for the rudeness.] Uh-huh. Special woman? What kinda line of work is she in? [He's slowly edging away from his landing spot, in the direction of his new companion. Juust in case.]

I wasn't plannin' on stickin' around to find out. You can if you want, but I was gonna delta, stat. [His hand lifts and turns toward Becca.] This wasn't the plan I went in with. Not that normally I do, but I think I gotta regroup.

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[Standing there eating a hot dog in 6-foot-something-big] 🧍

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[The arm doesn't garner more than a cursory glance. V's seen body-mods made of fully 'ganic wood, crystals grown on the moon, pearl, bioengineered metals... hella sick vizh, though.] You too. Don't look like you're from the states, with your style. You a Euro-expat, takin' in sights?

Hm- [more of a laugh than a hum of thought.] Friendly is a word. Not so accurate as "polite." I give tit for tat, y'know?

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Stop by? Careful with that. Night City's got a way of sinkin' her teeth in you. [With an audible crack in his stretch, something pops back into place, in V. Then he grins a silver grin.] Me? I'm just V. Own about half the clubs in the city. Get thrown off buildings, sometimes bridges. Once, a helo.

Majora. [Theres a faint tingle of familiarity, of the vintage media and tech kind. V can't place it, doesn't address it.] Yeah, for sure.

Can't say yea or nay to that. You ain't a face I know. There might be trouble though, yeah. At times.

[His grip is firm and sure in the shake.] Sure. You too. They call me V.

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[Looking up. Hm. Now getting up-] I'm nova, gato. 'S why I got chromed. This shit's always happening to me, for some reason.

Yeah, that makes sense. Should prolly move, huh? [Before the big 'borg that threw him joins them... hyup, onto his feet.] Fell 'cause I'm a damn angel, Becco!

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