OTA: Cloud Strife- Merc for Hire

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WHO:Cloud and the various denizens of Town
WHAT: Cloud is open for odd jobs!
WHERE: In and around Town
WHEN: End of October onward

SUMMARY: From UN @Bstrswrd:

Hey. Putting this up to let folks know I am open for work. I'm a merc for hire. Need something done? Heads bashed? Come get me. Payment is accepted in favors, trade, whatever you got, I know this place set everyone back. Just don't think I will do things for free.


[Cloud is accepting requests for odd jobs. Doesn't all have to be violent stuff, either. Need a fence fixed? A delivery made? Come get this absolute dork trying his best to be cool. It can be a basic request, or if you need a companion for battle, or errands...The world is your oyster. Feel free to put this man in silly situations too if you wish, it can be anything.]

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At least the guy knows what it takes to do a good job, and why payment is important. Cloud can appreciate that. Even if he starts typing eerily like one of his other employers.

The suspicion simply compounds, when he makes it to Emet's home. Right next to Elidibus'. Hm. Do they know one another? The merc makes mental note before making the approach, posture casual, the massive Buster Sword fastened on his back.

"Hey. Here for the details."

Brusque and to the point. No, he doesn't even offer his name.

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Well, those suspicions are like to be confirmed even further once he discovers that his newest would-be employer is donned in similar robes, a red lacquer mask hanging from his neck. Really, the similarities are far too uncanny to be coincidence at this point.

Nevertheless, that is about where the likeness ends. This individual is much taller than Elidibus, his seriousness far more dour. His brows do lift - if slightly - once he's had a moment to take his visitor in. A fighter, no doubt. Pity there aren't any monsters in need of squashing, but if this man has no complaints about the sort of work he takes on, well then, neither does Emet-Selch.

"Ah yes, you must be the merc for hire. Here about the wine cellar."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Emet-Selch summons the rolled-up scroll from his desk and offers it to Cloud for his review.

"The plans should be straight-forward enough, though naturally we may need to do some mathematical conversions. The dimensions are presently listed in fulms."