<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Freelance<del>Thief</del>Treasure Hunter<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife, “The Couch”<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Time for a meeting<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Aria, Jarv<br/><br/><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><br/>She nodded along with what Aria explained, it seemed pretty typical for her specialty. “Got it, doesn’t sound so hard,” she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll warn you, keeping my hands to myself is one of my weaknesses,” she added to Jarv with a little giggle. “But for you, I’ll do what I can,” she reassured the demolitions expert.<br/><br/>“You got a map on that thing?” she asked while craning her neck over to take a peek at what Jarv was looking at on the data pad. She looked over the blueprints for the area, as limited as they were, with a thoughtful quirk to her lips. The detail wasn’t really great, but Aria liked to keep her secrets.<br/><br/>“When we doing this thing? Right now?”<br/>