There's a neighborhood with a bunch of subscribers here. [Duster points to the company-provided map under the streetlamp. It had taken some convincing via parkour that a guy with a bad leg was in good shape to go running across the city delivering a heavy bag of newspapers, and Duster wasn't prepared to disappoint.] You take one side, and I take the other. That way, we can move onto different paths once that's done. Sound good?
[Duster doesn't want to move on with his plan if he doesn't get the OK from his coworker. It wouldn't feel right.
For half an hour the delivery route goes well. Fences have to be hopped to avoid dogs, crowds try to knock Duster onto his back, but it's not bad. It's nothing worse that what he went through before arriving here.
The guy in the hood and scythe, though? That's strange, even for someone from the Nowhere Islands.]
Are you lost? [Why is he carrying farming tools in the middle of the city?]
III-b
[Oh dear. They let one of the Starfallen on stage. He's got a double bass borrowed from the orchestra, so they must have mistaken him for an official performer.]
Tonda Gossa! [Duster's voice is louder when he's in front of a mic. It's the stage persona that shines through.] How are you all doing this evening! [There's not loud cheering as one would expect from a nightclub.] Anyway, I have some smooth jazz to bring some extra flavor for tonight!
[Before anyone can pull him off-stage, he dives into a bluesy piece.]
Duster | Mother 3 | Outlander/Bard
There's a neighborhood with a bunch of subscribers here. [Duster points to the company-provided map under the streetlamp. It had taken some convincing via parkour that a guy with a bad leg was in good shape to go running across the city delivering a heavy bag of newspapers, and Duster wasn't prepared to disappoint.] You take one side, and I take the other. That way, we can move onto different paths once that's done. Sound good?
[Duster doesn't want to move on with his plan if he doesn't get the OK from his coworker. It wouldn't feel right.
For half an hour the delivery route goes well. Fences have to be hopped to avoid dogs, crowds try to knock Duster onto his back, but it's not bad. It's nothing worse that what he went through before arriving here.
The guy in the hood and scythe, though? That's strange, even for someone from the Nowhere Islands.]
Are you lost? [Why is he carrying farming tools in the middle of the city?]
III-b
[Oh dear. They let one of the Starfallen on stage. He's got a double bass borrowed from the orchestra, so they must have mistaken him for an official performer.]
Tonda Gossa! [Duster's voice is louder when he's in front of a mic. It's the stage persona that shines through.] How are you all doing this evening! [There's not loud cheering as one would expect from a nightclub.] Anyway, I have some smooth jazz to bring some extra flavor for tonight!
[Before anyone can pull him off-stage, he dives into a bluesy piece.]
Wildcard!
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