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Blitz let out a sigh. Pity that all the repairs were done, he thought. He had made a killing off those - though he had agreed only to take on the jobs that were too expensive or time-consuming for the contractors and builders, much to their relief. Still, nothing like the ability to lay a hand on a busted object and get enough coin to pay the rent 5 seconds later. He swung his guitar around with his right hand in a circle, making it thrum in the air as it spun. A few people waved at him, either from his various repairs or his part in the Bicentennial Incident - firing a giant cannon into a massive tar monster looming over the town kinda stood out. Though he had been nice enough to repair the house he had used to ramp off for free, in exchange for it's help in getting him a good shot at the beastie. He had helped clean streets too - that monster let a lot of loose tar out when it gave out, and turning into a vacuum cleaner to vent it up and spit it into a furnace was handy at the time, minus picking out the not-to-be melted debris that got caught in the tar - bits of stone, mortar, wooden splinters, scraps of the tar men clothing, and for some reason, a butcher knife. Still, good pay. He began to meander back to the guild, propping his guitar over one shoulder with his right hand so the head of it hung behind his left shoulder.