London The victorian paradise of dreams, tea, civilised manners, and not to forget getting drunk and stabbing people. Weird how culture works out like that.
Post by Crowco Cooper on Jan 18, 2019 18:54:36 GMT
Four years of reliving puberty was no fun task. Especially for a criminal like Devon. Living off the street was no fun either, but Devon had managed so far in London. Now that his body was somewhat older, he could finally start working a real job.
Devon tried to recall where London's SRT headquarters were. It would be a good place to get a job and start learning new things. He needed equipment, money, a home and power. SRT should give him all of that as long as he worked hard enough.
I was the fourth person to join SRT, but otherwise I am no one currently.
Characters: "Those walk the path of a true legend, either become the greatest to have ever been or dead," -Devon
Post by Crowco Cooper on Jan 18, 2019 19:02:32 GMT
The recruitment offices of most factions were located on Great George Street, just across the Westminster bridge, along the big ben. He'd have luck finding his future there.
