Techies and Their Tech

[Caliban]

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One stranger after another. Entering, leaving and entering again. There was a constant flux of customers entering the bar which lacked a clock. It didn't matter whether it was night or day. On Noshima it was always the right time to make money - or lose it. And yet among those few customers, one decided to stand by a the door for a few more seconds than usual. Average in size, hidden behind a a long, tattered coat concealing clean, cold chrome and a visor to hide the ugliness within. Transparent tubes pumping a bright orange liquid dangled under the clothes.

He didn't wear just a few augmentations. There wasn't some weird techie suit worn under the coat. The metal was all him. The man didn't even bother to look human anymore. Perhaps he knew there was no point or perhaps he merely decided to throw his humanity away in the favor of having every possible advantage in the field.

There was purpose in his steps. A hidden intent in the way in which he moved his head. He was looking for someone.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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