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Name (username): Kyle Johnson (KJ1225)
Max Health: 100
Starting Perk: Son of a Marine
Equipment (15 slots max): 1 Machinegun, 2 Small Medkit, 2 Machinegun cartridges
Relations: A Father (deceased) who was a marine before Kyle, a mother who is still is alive and a marine. Other Kyle, who Kyle is filling in for and now owes him twenty bucks and a beer.
Backstory: Kyle's family has been marines since the revolutionary war, so he of course became a marine as well. He showed an appreciable talent for intelligence a rarity among marines. and was recruited into the Intelligence as a heavy gunner support.

Dom quietly puts on his hat and slinks towards the door. He had a feeling he was about to get scolded as well.

Dom takes the paper and goes to open the door for Albert. This was going to be a long day for him.

Dom bolts upright from his position on the floor unpacking his emergency kit. He turns to look at Alex for a few seconds before finally sighing.
"One, that's a terrible idea. Two, where would I get a boat? I'm from Texas."

"Well, the problem with that Haruko is that they likely make anything more complicated than bulk parts in house, assuming they're human made. And since that would still be easy to track they'd likely send it through a bunch of shell companies that exist to make it harder of people to track where the money is coming from and where the parts are going. At least that's what I'd do if I didn't want people to find out about what my organization is doing."
Ragnar shrugs before standing. He looks almost confident but he kind of cringes before speaking.
"But yes, let's go before the Zoanthrope gets away."

Ragnar stares at Yamato for a few seconds before sighing. He really would have liked it if he'd been informed of that before he liked the darn thing.
"Oh, in that case I'll just..."
Ragnar covers the orb in his constructs and tries channeling a simple message into it. That message being "Hello.".

Ragnar stares at the orb. Then in a quick movement he brings it to his mouth and licks it, as one does when trying to figure out what they have been presented with.