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@Dmitri Antonov @Vigilant @Basher Anders didn't answer Dmitri's jab. Just gave a quiet snort and holstered the revolver like he was putting away an old argument. His eyes flicked to the blood seeping down Dmitri's arm. That was a problem. Not fatal (yet) but the wrong kind of pressure, and...

@Dmitri Antonov @Vigilant @Basher Anders sat still, too still, his breath slow and measured in the humming belly of the Thorton. He could feel the tension in the metal, like the vehicle was holding its breath along with him. Dmitri was talking — smooth, confident — but the words washed over...

@Dmitri Antonov @Vigilant @Basher Anders didn't say anything at first. He just stood there, shoulder to the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching as the nomads poured in like it was happy hour and nobody told him he was hosting. His clinic — his clean, quiet, orderly space — now stank...

@Queenie Nowear 10:30 AM "You blacked out?" Anders' voice cut through the dim haze of the surgical suite like a scalpel, sharp and direct. He stood at the base of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, the faint red glow of a power indicator reflecting off the worn leather of his jacket...

@Dmitri Antonov @Vigilant Anders didn't react immediately, but that was more out of habit than hesitation. His gaze lingered on Vigilant as Dmitri's words settled in the air. The tension in the room was palpable, but Anders didn't feel threatened — not with Dmitri standing there. If anything...

Hey Hey! I have added the source of the art. I hope that is helpful.

@Dmitri Antonov @Vigilant Anders' eyes narrowed as Vigilant finished speaking, his gaze flicking toward Dmitri. "Highly-classified military program," Anders repeated, his tone quiet, almost thoughtful. His cybernetic fingers drummed once against the desk before curling inward. He reached...

@Queenie Nowear 10:30 AM He thought she was simply brilliant. She was young, exciting, full of life, a salve to the otherwise cynical mess that Night City presented. Anders huffed out a quiet chuckle, scratching at the stubble on his chin as she danced around him, all warmth and energy. It...

@Queenie Nowear 10:30 AM The cab sped off with purpose, chasing after a pedestrian burdened with either a dream or just too many groceries to carry the rest of the way home. Anders slid his cell phone back into his pocket. He had all the standard implants for hands-free...

Income Update Name: @Anders Whitard Reason: Monthly Income Thread Title: N/A Money Earned: 5000 Link to Thread: Staff Approved: @Nefadar

@Vigilant @Dmitri Antonov He breathed a little easier. Dmitri's presence readjusted the precarious balance of power slightly into his favour. His cybernetic eye flickered as it refocused in the dim lighting, processing the situation with practiced calculation. The tension in the room was...

Across from him, Mr. Stuart stood rigid, a corporate silhouette cut from the same cloth as all the others. Military posture. Tactical implants hidden under a standard-issue Militech suit. He was young, sharp, the type who hadn't yet learned that the city swallowed men like him whole. Anders...

@Dmitri Antonov @Vigilant Anders exhaled slowly through his nose. The name meant nothing, but the affiliation sure as hell did. Militech knocking on his door wasn't just bad luck—it was a complication, and Anders hated complications. Still, he didn't reach for his piece. Not yet. Had they...

Anders sat in the dim glow of the clinic's backroom, the weight of last night still pressing against his ribs like an old bruise. Dmitri's voice lingered in his head—don't answer the door, don't let anyone in. Paranoid as ever. But then again, Dmitri had reasons to be. The city didn't reward...

@Dmitri Antonov The desk in his office always felt like the perfect place to start the day. It was where he would sip on a perfectly brewed and curated espresso, a singular hit to jumpstart the morning and ease into the waking world. For some in Night City, addiction looked like a mean and...