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Oh, of course! I don't think it'd make sense for her to have a little pocket that can store everything after all! That would mean everything would need to be nanotech lol

I am not meaning to make this OP or anything. She's without real mods. But yes, the katana being itself a pocket item would... make sense and be less complicated.

Does she store other things or just a katana? I am thinking it may be that the Katana is made of nanotech as well, and when sheathed the small pocket area can minimize the katana along with it, where it is then tucked away in her arm and can be reopened by a button or "switch" in her head.

Yes. So that girl, if she had a sort of katana weapon, it would be hidden in that kind of nanopocket. I just don't know how it works since I've only seen it once.

Oooh. Like a storage area made of nanotech that can disappear/minimize and reappear/maximize when needed?

Not what I meant. In Ghost of the shell or can't remember what. (Ultraviolet maybe?), there was a kind of virtual thing on her arm where guns and ammo were hidden.

Nanobots is a definite yes, nanotech? Not too sure... You could have her body house a shit ton of nanobots that do her bidding?

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Well, I still have my fox girl hostess? (Maid) Then I had a normal girl otherwise. I figure she probably has a weapon hidden but I wonder if cyberpunk has like... virtually hidden weapons with nanotech or the likes. Not that she'd kill anyone. It's purely out of design. And then there was Bastet which is still left in suspension for the time being. Three. Still, when I mean offers, I mean the whole idea about hedonism. it's not the kind of place you just go to drink. Unless the name is purely out of fun fashion name in the cyperpunk times, which would not be surprising. I know a lot is allowed but I figure this is cyberpunk life in gener

There isn't too much the bar offers besides sex, alcohol, drunken sex, an indoor pool, etc, etc... I would suggest an agent or something but Evi already has something like that down.

The character development part is the issue. She's not just a pretty face. I also want to make sure she wants to be there for reasons the bar offer. Or something.

don't over think it, you do have 2 or 3 character slots after all, nothing wrong with making a simple character now and coming up witth something more extravigant later

I was close to think of a character but the word "hedonism" slowed me down. I don't think my idea fit the "Who would go to a bar made for the pursuit of pleasure?" I am thinking a little too hard on things like Val-halla and this doesn't seem exactly close to what I was thinking about. So I am back to the scrap board. Not sure if I'll find something.

Many people hoped for help from one god or another, prayed to them, joined various religions. But Jumi also never got much impression that direct help came from them. Some Magical Girls or Kningths, like Mitsuko and supposedly Hikaru got power from them. But others, it was more mysterious. As far as she knew no god was the source of her own power. But she was not going to question thoughts of a goddess she never met and did not know much about. But the conversation turned to herself, before she had much chance to say anything else about gods in general. “Oh, this has been my life a long time now. Since I was a little girl. Did no

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There we go, unfortunately I think my temporary extra work from home days are coming to an end. Going out tomorrow and expect I will be out for Wednesdays and Fridays from here on.

Ryoko was beginning to feel the drink already. But that had been her goal of course. “Whadda ya mean, can’t handle my drink?…oh, you mean her, not me.” She had started to respond, before hearing the name, Dalton, realizing it was about Evi. She might have got drunk a little easily, but she could handle it. She had done this before. She was not going to go running to the toilet or anything. Dai only shook his head, hoping she did not do anything stupid. It did not seem the smartest choice, with how uneasy she was about the other pair, but she was being paranoid about that, probably. “She just need get used to it. Might be first t

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The backyard of the Sinclair Mansion is a scene of discarded party hats and balloons, the remnants of a day filled with laughter and joy. Pedelucci Von Mongoosy the Clown, his face still painted with a cheerful grin, packs away his props, his movements slow and weary as the party inside winds down. The sun has nearly set, casting long, eerie shadows across the manicured lawn. Pedelucci can't shake the feeling that something is off, that he's being watched, and jus as he tells himself it's just his imagination, a figure steps out from the darkness, and his heart leaps into his throat. But it's just Swimsuit Model Kate Tittle, her eyes sparklin

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//Absolutely. I'll edit this with a fuller RP reply when I can focus on it. The Hive frame's cool feature is Mimicry. It can spoof the radar shadow, thermal outline, or electrical signature of other frame-sized mechs, kaiju, or vehicles. It can also mimic the vocalizations of kaiju and BioFrames it hears like a parrot or mockingbird.//

//With @GhostSeer's permission Rebecca turned at the pilot's call and gave a surt nod, "On it!" She called and trotted over, giving the nude woman a questioning look. The captain offered Patches a hand down, "Let's give her some room." She pointed to the Frame bay where Scyllia rested, "Go make sure your girl's okay." Captain Payarkoon started away but stopped, "Pa- Emily, good job out there today, Next time, I want you to try to keep the drone, okay? I have an idea." She could see the silent demand for an explanation on the younger pilot's face. "Later, I'm going to try and settle Patune, he's frustrated that he didn't get to

It was a dirty city with dirty streets filled with dirty people that made dirty sheets. The only kind of a city that would welcome a nowhere nobody like me, Officer Carl Hansen, Beat Cop, to wander the rain slick alleys and sidewalks. From the gutter trash to the trash in the gutter, nothin' stinks like a cop gone crooked. The problem is when all the other cops are crooked, they mistake the scent of roses for refuse. Which is precisely why I had to come into the bakery of this suspicious new up-and-coming Chef Ndeye Diouf, if that even was his real name. "Tell me this, Chef," I said to the man, "what kind of cook uses cement for the cake

If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to get something in before work is over, in a little under 2 hours. But the past two days have been annoying in how much I’ve been getting.

Just replied! A lot smaller than usual...