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His expression immediately hardens when another man enters the shot. He's nearly as tall as Seath but instead of being muscular, his body is bulbous and fat like an overfilled bottle of water. An old white labcoat is draped over his fatty physique.
His most noteworthy traits is the massive scar on the right side of his face. His right eye is permanently closed by the mass of scar tissue surrounding it. He has to be at least in his 50s (while Jin is in his early 30s right now, you think?)
"Star." Clover hisses.
You swear the old man's ear twitched. Creepy.
"Jin. Do you remember the promise we made?" His voice is low and gravely. A smoker's voice. "I remember. I took a sample from a very, very interesting subject-"
"You mean Clover." Jin grumbles. "It's usually him."
"Not this time." Star carefully places a vial filled with a thick slurry on Jin's table. "Stole it from P-Company. Make something out of it."
Jin turns slightly to face it. You can barely make out his eyes widening at the sight of it. "Incomplete Conceptual Presence energy? How in-"
"Shhh. Consider it repayment for the service you did for me. I wish for you creating a serum out of it. Something to create...a new brand of humanity, as it were."
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
Jin carefully pockets the vial. He doesn't bother responding to Star. He slowly rises from his table and shuffles over to an old box on the floor. Your camera shifts to see what he's looking at.
Huh. A pristine leather holster, wrapped in a bow. You cautiously reach into the camera screen to pull it out.
The footage cuts off the moment you do so. Hm. You know this camera only plays echoes of what happened, it doesn't actually let you change the past. Yet that felt oddly deliberate on Jin's part.
Clover isn't looking at the camera anymore. The mere glimpse of his old man was enough to turn the cowboy's expression sour. "He? Was working with Jin? Never said nothin' about that."
It's bothering you too after you got told what Star did. That bit about him harvesting from his own son, though...
A small maternal part of you wants to do something for Clover. You really wish you could do something but you doubt he wants to dwell on his past that much. You decide to toss the holster over to Clover.
A faint smile crosses his exhausted face. "Ah. I recognize this. Ol' collab done by R and C-Corp back in the days. Ended it way too early for lil' ol me to get but." He slowly removes his old raggedy holster before equipping the new one. The black leather has a fresh sheen to it.
>WILD WEST HOLSTER equipped! (A leather weapon-holder, perfect for duels at noon. Will be treated as a permanent upgrade instead of an accessory. Clover gains +1 MAX RESTRAINT!)
You and Clover hear someone calling for you. Seems like Kiara sound something interesting, best to check what's up.
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"Am I reading this correctly?"
"Apparently Clover's stepdad or whatever was getting into some pretty shady stuff! This looks way above my grade."
