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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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[immortalpoet]

[that's so het omg.........]

Of course you don't.

[miss OPTIMISTIC]

[But he's moving, standing to exit the shuttle - he'll wait for her outside.]

Lead the way, Miss Weiss. Not like I know where we're going, here.

[ignoreher]

[ hm. he's already failed step one, but that's fine -- she corrects it as soon as she steps out, patting his arm lightly. ]

A gentleman always offers his lady an arm, Mr. Gaze. This is basic etiquette.

[immortalpoet]

[he's]


[looking at her like she's grown an extra head]

I'm not going this far for the gentleman act.

[ignoreher]

So a little casual touching is your limit? You didn't seem to have a problem with it on the train.

[ but she'll lead on. touch her leg fucked around finding out. ]

[immortalpoet]

It was because you were knocking into me-

[WOW]

[WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!]

I'm just saying.

[ignoreher]

And now I'm excited to see how far you will go, Mr. Gaze.

[ haha. holding open the doors for her, maybe... anyway they're gonna go to a pretty old-timey styled placed famed for their tempura, the aesthetic within more of a historic flair that the people of today would only know through pictures in a book and their implants.

it's evident that malkuth adores it, for anything else that might've transpired here, and they can get window seats. shrimp... vegetables... clams... a little spread for their delight. and beer of course, nothing goes better with fried food. ]

[immortalpoet]

I'm not going anywhere.

[GRUMBLE FUCKING GRUMBLE]

[It's not...a bad place, he thinks. He's been to a few restaurants here and there, as wide of a spectrum as possible from the dingy carts of the Backstreets to an occasional fancy schmancy celebration in the Nests. This seems right in the middle, and at least it doesn't insult his senses enough for him to complain about it.]

[He'll keep at the same bad sitting position at the table, glancing at all the food. He'll go for the beer first, of course.]

How often have you been here before?

[ignoreher]

Just once! Izou took me, though it didn't really end too well.

[ it's fine. this isn't the same table as it was then, the man across from her is different and willing to let her peek in a bit. she hasn't fumbled her words yet. ]

I did like the way the place looked and tasted, though. It kind of reminds me of some of the guests we've had.

[ shrimp time... popping one into her mouth, mmm. ]

... Do you like vegetables?

[immortalpoet]

What, did someone spill a drink or something?

[And guests...the Library as successful web, with its many flies.]

[Though it seems the flies are freeing themselves of those strings. It makes his chest feel heavy.]

[He'll reach for a clam himself. Mm.]

They're fine. You?

[ignoreher]

That would've been better. I think I pushed a little too hard and ended up on my butt for the trouble of getting to know him...

[ she went too fast, maybe. malkuth's been replaying it in her mind over and over since that night. ]

I'm the same. They're okay, but I like meat more -- he pushed them off onto my plate like a child, I was just wondering if you'd do the same.

[ extra veggies for her....... it would be fine but. seafood better. ]

[immortalpoet]

Hm. That so.

[He has no idea what Izou is about, so he can't make a judgement call as to whether or not he's some shining star of conversation or not. Looks like Malkuth doesn't rub everyone the right way, anyways.]

[The next statement gets him to scoff.]

What am I, five? No. I'll eat them.

[He's not THAT rude.]

Meat or seafood?

[ignoreher]

Meat for sure. I'd love to dine someplace high class with those really tender steaks the size of a dinner plate someday...

[ a sigh. ]

But not on the paycheck I've got right now.

[ maybe like. after kaiju she'll get paid well. she can have a thick ass steak all to herself... ]

[immortalpoet]

Could you even stomach something like that...?

[SMALL LADY BIG STOMACH?]

Mm. Feels like the City, huh. Living day by day....at least we get paid.

[It may not be Color-level but then again he's never cared particularly about that.]

[ignoreher]

As long as I had a glass of wine to go with it, maybe! I feel like I've been starving for years since I woke up here, really.

[ the library takes care of all....... eating is a choice, it's a different being a need. tastier somehow.

and maybe to many she wasn't missing much, but-- ]

I'm having a lot of fun though, rather than it be a pain or anything like that. It's a novelty for now.

[immortalpoet]

Don't tell me the Library didn't feed you.

[HELL on EARTH. FUCKING CAPITALISM!!!!!]

[Taking another swig of beer. As much as he has eaten, it's...not a lot, so far.]

Even with the monsters.

[ignoreher]

Consider it like the aging thing, or the living book situation. While I was in the Library, I didn't need to -- I could, if I wanted, but it never really crossed my mind unless I was offered something someone else had... appeared. We had coffee and tea a lot of the time, for example, and alcohol too.

[ ... yeah that's about as good as it's gonna get explanation wise. she's taking one of his shrimp with her chopsticks to lean it over to him. ]

Don't drink on an empty stomach, dummy. And even with. They're kind of comforting in a way? Familiar.

[immortalpoet]

...That's kind of sad. [A beat.] Could you even get drunk?

[Truly the Library is a horrible place where alcohol DOESN'T EVEN WORK (he will learn very shortly that it does. Looks at Netzach.)]

[He's making a little unsure face at this offer, before slowly....reaching over his chopsticks to take it from her to put on his place.]

Well, I suppose. Abnormalities and all. Probably more understandable, too. [Fine, he will eat this shrimp!] Doesn't seem like kaijus have rules.

[ignoreher]

[ a long sigh. possibly the longest she's had around him. leaning back after her shrimp is taken. ]

Yes, you could. And two of my coworkers loooooved to drink themselves into an unworkable state. It was annoying, but... well, it wasn't like before.

[ mysterious. she will not be taking further questioning. and taking a hearty sip of her beer-- making a face, it really is not for her, but it's what goes well. she is not experimenting this late in the game. ]

They have rules, but in a different way! The simulated ones did, anyway. It was pretty fun to bust up a bunch of bugs. Simple too. I know I shouldn't be excited to see what we might be called for, but I kind of am.

[immortalpoet]

Honestly, I probably wouldn't blame them all that much...

["Like before".]

[The woman of many lives.]

[He smirks ever slightly at her face with the beer - guess its worse than sake, huh - before he shakes his head.]

Excited because you want to figure it out? They're monsters, not math problems.

[ignoreher]

Caught me red-handed. I don't have the system from before, where any observations I made would be passed onto the Information Team and parsed through, then to the Training and Safety Teams to work out how best to deal with them... but it'll be fun anyway. They are like math problems to me, Mr. Gaze.

[ and it's exciting that she can actually help others rather than just watching them through monitors, just like at the Library. she can actually do something to minimize life lost. maybe it'll be good for netzach and yesod too, she thinks. they... need to stay out of the main of it, but there's things they can do.

... three fourths of the team isn't so bad... ]

[immortalpoet]

Huh.

[Well, when she says it that way...]

[It really does come down to how things are processed for the company. L Corp did that nonstop. And technically, so does Limbus Company.]

[Her attitude is the perfect thing to fit into such a system. What an enthusiastic worker.]

No wonder you have five E.G.Os. You're probably one of a very low number who enjoys tousling with those things.

[ignoreher]

Probably.

[ she'd been quite enthusiastic about it next to her assistants, whereas for everyone... it was necessarity or old hat. malkuth sips at her drink more moderately now, watching the others around them. regular citizens. ]

Did you become a Fixer because there was nothing else for you? Or because you wanted to?

[immortalpoet]

[He chews on a vegetable, swallows. Ha. Becoming a Fixer. Seems like its been eons since that time. He's been following his flow like this for ages. Back then, the flow was strong, before it stagnated. Now...]

[He shrugs his shoulders back.]

It was a job. I was good at doing the job. That's all, really.

[ignoreher]

[ unlike ishmael, who'd wanted a change of pace. just as common a story she's sure. ]

And you just stuck with it long enough to make a name for yourself... Or really, you lived long enough. Any family?

[immortalpoet]

...

[He's turning those red eyes away, to the window. To the city lights outside. The people.]

Whatever counted as that is long gone.