Rei Ayanami 3 hours ago
@ayanamiCase fell into the prison of his own flesh. His total assets were quickly converted to New Yen, a fat sheaf of the old paper currency that circulated endlessly through the closed circuit of the world's black markets like the seashells of the Trobriand islanders.
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Kaworu Nagisa @kaworu 3 hours ago The bartender's smile widened. His ugliness was the stuff of legend.
Kaworu Nagisa @kaworu 3 hours ago He'd watched her personality fragment, calving like an iceberg, splinters drifting away, and finally he'd seen the raw need, the hungry armature of addiction. He'd watched her track the next hit with a concentration that reminded him of the mantises they sold in stalls along Shiga, beside tanks of blue mutant carp and crickets caged in bamboo.
Misato Katsuragi @misato 3 hours ago All the meat, he thought, and all it wants. Wage, she said, narrowing her eyes. He wants to see you with a hole in your face. She lit her own cigarette. Who says?