NPC Inbox: Rage

[firstreturned]

[Rage's strong and clear voice is almost bored, like this whole ordeal is an afterthought to her.]

State your business.

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[wipedclean]

[The emotion in her voice is a little odd, but he doesn't think too much on it.

He hesitates a little before answering, not sure if he really wants to share, but then not really sure why not.]

It was good to have a target again. It felt good to hunt.

[firstreturned]

Did you hunt often, where you're from?

[wipedclean]

I'm a weapon. I have missions. I kill.

[It's all very straightforward, unlike here.]

[firstreturned]

You're a weapon, but you've got the same shape as the other barely sentient bipedal creatures that came through the door? What makes you different?

[wipedclean]

[It's a good question. One he's not entirely sure how to answer.]

I was... made to be a better killer.

[firstreturned]

Did you hunt other weapons or other members of your similar species? What was the killing for? It can't be food, Hope is still annoyed at me about that but it was an honest mistake.

[wipedclean]

Technically... we are of the same species. But I... am trained better. I am stronger, faster. I kill whoever they send me to kill. Politicians, scientists, whoever they want dead.

[firstreturned]

And you missed that. That makes sense. A weapon without a task is useless.

[wipedclean]

Yes.

[Finally, somebody understands.]

[firstreturned]

Must your task be members of your own species?

[wipedclean]

[He considers this a moment.]

No. Back... where I came from, it was, because they were the only ones that mattered.

[firstreturned]

I can give you another target if you wish.

[wipedclean]

[There's a pause, because he knows Steve might not like it, but he does want it. He wants it very much.]

Yes. I would... wish that.

[firstreturned]

[Bucky doesn't have to worry, she's not sending him after anything sentient.

Not right now, anyway.]

I have a standing trade of one monster for one clip of ammo, but most of your kind seem to just take out whatever is available. I really don't like the rotfiends, though.

Kill them. All of them.

Let me know every time you off one, and I'll let you know when they're all gone.

[wipedclean]

I'd heard about the trade.

[He'd been one of the ones just offering whatever he'd run into. But this, having a specific target among the many monsters out there... that's a mission. And it's a good one.

There's satisfaction in his voice when he responds.]

Understood. I'll eliminate them.