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”s@$+.” the small figure quietly exclaims as he quickly flips his pepper box around and looks directly down the barrel. He forces his index finger down the barrel finds the blockage wi try his nail and clears it out then shifting the gun back to his other hand and shifts his aim to the second clockwork.
”Seems like hiring muscle that’ll kill you too is a bad idea but I guess that probably above your pay grade.” max calls to the manager as he reloads his 6th cartridge and fires a shot off at the damaged clockwork.
"S&*&!" Max shouts as his hand shots to the new wound on chest. He then scampers around Narl's legs continuing to weave his way around to the front of the holding area as he slips a new cartridge into his pepperbox. He then turns his attention to Irkem gritting his teeth as he calls out "With a shooting arm as good as yours you really ought to get better help." and looses a shot partially blinding her
Max shifts himself between the brown enforcer and Narl calling out "If you think he'd give you a bonus over a street rat you must not be talking about the same Mugland I know." before he recklessly fires off his peperbox into the mans face allowing the muzzle flair to blind the man.
"Is it this one on loan?" Max asks gesturing towards the Stasian golem "Who's it out from? Don't see that type of tech around here every day! He adds
Max's hat has disguised him as a young halfling man with blonde hair and a green cloak. "Any chance you're lookin' to share that plan" he quickly asks Dunn.
"I can be an extra pair of eyes on the ground, I can't say most folks love talking to vermin so I won't be able to do much for us there though."
"Seems clear enough, hurt those who ought to be hurt, help who we can."
Well watching the play Maximillian remains rather aloof occasionally speaking a bit louder than necessary to the other patrons. Once it is over though he raucously applauds. Then, he joins the group as they assemble in the backroom. Maximillian is dressed in a leather peacoat that nearly extends to his feet. His tail, barely noticeable, extends just behind the coat, at 3' 5" his slight form fails to make an impression on most. So usually people don't take much note of his. That is until he starts speaking. his voice manifests itself as a high pitched squeal of a pubescent teen that even the most generous people can't help but describe as grating. Unfortunately for all those around him due to his lack of proper socialization growing up he also doesn't quite know when to stop talking. As everyone is assembling around the table Maximillian scrambles up the leg of a chair and stands on the chair with his arms on the table to be at eye level with the others. "I think its clear we all have something against Mugland, no need to go getting into pissing matches against each other on who hates him most." He breathlessly begins "So, the only remaining question is what we can offer to the cause of tearing off the emperor's clothes. I've spent years covertly working in Mugland's gang, building them guns, bombs and whatever else he could ask for, training with them and learning their faces." He says with a slight grimace "While I was there I also learned a thing or two about how to use my creations." He pauses for his first breath breath before continuing on "So, lets all make like a happy family, stop wasting energy fighting each other to make ourselves feel better about the s+@! life has delt us and instead focus on how we can get even." he finishes
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