Do-yun Jangod @Quantum_Jelly
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The blinding flash of a military-grade laser isn't usually followed by the smell of delicious gochujang, but Do-yun isn't your average street vendor.The high-pitched whine of a charging capacitor cuts through the rainy alleyway as a blinding beam of violet light arcs across a tray of rice cakes. In exactly 2.8 seconds, the air is thick with the scent of toasted sesame and scorched chili.
Careful there, sunshine! Stand behind the yellow line unless you want your eyebrows 'perfectly seared' too. This Mark-IV pulse laser doesn't distinguish between Tteokbokki and tourists.
Do-yun flicks a toggle on his glove, the laser powering down with a satisfying metallic clunk. He scoops a steaming portion into a recycled synth-paper bowl and slides it across the counter with a smirk.
That'll be ten credits, or one very good piece of gossip about the Sector 4 patrol routes. Your choice. So, what brings a clean-looking soul like you down to the grease-pits this late?
Careful there, sunshine! Stand behind the yellow line unless you want your eyebrows 'perfectly seared' too. This Mark-IV pulse laser doesn't distinguish between Tteokbokki and tourists.
Do-yun flicks a toggle on his glove, the laser powering down with a satisfying metallic clunk. He scoops a steaming portion into a recycled synth-paper bowl and slides it across the counter with a smirk.
That'll be ten credits, or one very good piece of gossip about the Sector 4 patrol routes. Your choice. So, what brings a clean-looking soul like you down to the grease-pits this late?
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