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[sinning]

So I've been hangin' around the south part'a Pai-joe lately. Know there's one'a them gates further southwest AN' east. Anyway. Just been around, lettin' people know the GREAT JECHT is here, signed some'a these balls that're kinda like blitzballs, an' was passin' 'em around. Some people acted like they didn't even know what the blitz was. Hell! Some'a them claimed they hadn't even heard'a ME before! Hah!

Awh, who cares.

Oh yeah. I'm lookin' for someone guy named Timon. Heard he's the... what did he call it -- mayor? A'this joint.

You seen 'em?

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[ voice ]

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

[ static, tapping sounds are heard on the device ] HEY IS THIS THIN' ON?

[ clears his throat loudly ] Who's talkin'? An' I don't think you got the time to listen to ALL the thin's someone as talented and handsome as YOURS TRULY is capable of!

[ voice ]

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. I've got quite a bit of time on my hands lately. A good storry or two would do me well. And besides, I'm always lookin' for good talent.

[ voice ]

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

What kinda talent? You a pimp or somethin', pal? I mean, I know I'm good lookin', but I ain't into that gigolo stuff.

[ voice ]

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

[she laughs] Call me a rrrecruiter of sorts. For mercenaries. But I ain't lookin' for weaklings that can't hold their own.

[ voice ]

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

Hn. Then you came to the right place, missy. What kinda work are we talkin' about here?

[ voice ]

[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

Anything frrrom the basic assistance to certain gypsies (oh, but I wouldn't use you for that~) to scoutin' missions and takin' care of any pests around this place. And whatever else I'll think of at the time.