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<span class="mu-s">Cheap and Affordable tourist locations!</span>
"Tired of the City's infinite glamor? Shame on you but it's understandable! If you wish for a moment of something truly unique, the Montaigne Mountain!
Sure, in recent years, it has been a horrible dumping ground for P, Q, and X-Company but a hotel over there only costs $13.50 per night! Wow, what a steal! And for those who dislike the Waste's constant unending heat, the freezing cold weather will remind you of home in no time!
If you manage to capture an Oddity or Anomaly on your visit, you'll be invited to an exclusive F-Corp buffet! Great for any kids who wanna train to be just like an ETF Agent!"
>Employee S, Extract from Future. Get those bones. Use whatever available tools you wish for the job.
The nurse grabs a set of Delectable Jaws and forces them into her mouth with the fanfare of putting in a set of retainers. With a quick swipe of her keycard, the airlock opens. She proceeds in.
The anomaly nods in acknowledgement of a new guest entering its cell.
ANOMALY: Welcome. What do you seek from me?
Employee S takes careful steps closer to the anomaly.
Employee S unsheathes the bloody cleaver.
The anomaly glances at the cleaver. It grips the hilt of its sword tighter.
S: I'm here to get some extracts from you. Nonvital amounts of bone, solid or dust. Not a talking work order.
S: Expose your bones, please. No, not the one downstairs.
ANOMALY: Ah. I understand. Sorry for assuming.
Employee S hums as she removes the armor protecting the anomaly's chest after a bit of effort.
Metal grinding against bone. Neither react to the ear grating noise.
Dust gently falls down, collecting in the plastic bag held in her other hand.
The posture of the extractor and the extracted slowly shift into something looser and more relaxed.
ANOMALY: It's been ages since I've managed to scratch that itch.
ANOMALY: Ha. Haha. Haha.
Employee S holds back a snort. She rests her hand on the scratched part of the anomaly's chest.
The nurse takes in a deep breath before opening her mouth again. Her eyes dart all across the anomaly's chest.
Employee S moves the cleaver to grind away at the new spot she found better for more scrapping.
Every minute or two, this repeats, and repeats. New spots being constantly picked for scrapping.
Eventually, the bag fills to the maximum capacity. Further scrapping only leads to dust scattering into the air.
<span class="mu-i">A first class relic is a body part of a saint, such as bone, blood, or flesh.</span>
Employee S ties the bag as tightly as she can to prevent any more spills.
S: I appreciate the patience and compliance.
The knight quickly grabs its removed chestplate. It focuses on putting it back on.
ANOMALY: Of course.
With a job well done, Employee S exits through the airlock, bag and cleaver in hand.
The knight stands firm, glad to have served a purpose.
"Better than the meatheads. At least there's a skeleton to analyze." Seneca mutters to herself as she walks down the hallway.
