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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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[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.

[ignoreher]

[ ... ]

Me too.

[ at the very least, for elijah. are her parents still out there somewhere, living safely wherever they may be? do they still grieve the loss of their daughter? the mysterious disappearance after she'd decided to join the likes of a whackjob like carmen, who'd stood in the streets day after day, district after district, preaching her hopes and dreams eager to find those that would agree? did they disown her then? were they disappointed she hadn't found a job in a wing? maybe they'd moved on, had another kid they could actually be proud of, and...

...

malkuth rests her cheek in her hand, tapping the shrimp around playfully on her plate. even if her best guess is she's from nest t, there's no guarantee of it. it's just her best guess. ]

Any romances in your battlefield of a life?

[immortalpoet]

[He remembers his company. The faces he was so happy to see day by day, throughout thick and thin.]

[And he remembers how it was his decision that led to their complete and utter annihilation.]

[He takes another swig of beer. Like all alcohol, it does nothing for drowning the sea of regret he's held onto all these years.]

[The question is met with a huff - almost a laugh.]

Romance? For a Fixer of my standing? Did your Kali have any romances?

[ignoreher]

I don't think she would've taken any even if she wasn't a Fixer of your standing. Kali didn't really let anyone get close in the first place... though she had plenty of admirers, I think.

[ it's a blur, but probably. she wouldn't be surprised. and gebura would hate to know. ]

[immortalpoet]

Admirers seem to be a part and parcel of being a high level Fixer. The attention is...

[A pause, looking uncomfortable.]

Annoying, to say the least.

[ignoreher]

[ pfft. ]

I'm sure she'd say the same. Do you feel a little more free being a total nobody here?

[immortalpoet]

...

[A low sigh.]

In its own way....yes. Still trapped, of course, but...the title has its own burdens.

[ignoreher]

All titles do.

[ the expectations that come with, the way and why it's received, the burden one bears by having it... her gaze returns and she smiles at him, sipping at her beer again. ]

No one's scared of a mean old man. [ teasing. ] You're just a grump who's begging for a friendly face to make you smile as far as they're concerned.

[immortalpoet]

[Now that makes him let out a low "ha", more of an exhale than anything.]

I think you're the only one who thinks that, Miss Weiss.

[ignoreher]

I'm definitely not. You've met March, after all.

[ and while vergilius might not be her passion project. that girl definitely likes to see others smile, or at least have fun.

now then. back to the nitty. hit the gritty. she knows she's the only one asking questions but this is fine she's the one who said she wanted to get to know him not the other way around. ]

So what do you do as a guide anyway? If you're not touring the City with a handful of people like Ishy and Rodya.

[immortalpoet]

Mm. I suppose she counts, too. You're more gung-ho about it. It's as if you like me, or something.

[Another sip of his drink - they're getting into "time to be vague" territory, unfortunately.]

I can't say much. It's the goal of Limbus Company. Let's just say I just tell Ishmael and Rodion and the rest of the sinners where to go.

[ignoreher]

[ sounds like a contract. smells like a contract. must be contract work. ]

And I'm sure you handle all the necessary paperwork on top of that, but they probably think you're not doing anything except bossing them around and watching them from afar.

[ the unfortunate fault of the managerial positions.......... ]

And I do like you, for the record.

[immortalpoet]

Oh, of course. Would they keep me around for eye candy?

[Standing there and looking pretty. Then again, he supposes his role is more symbolical than not. It isn't as if any regular Fixer could keep that group in line with their goals.]

[The statement makes him tilt his head, as if considering.]

For the record. That's duly noted. [And a little hint of a smirk.] Hrm. You're not that bad yourself, I suppose, when you're not being obnoxious.

[Which is obviously all the time. Obviously.]

[ignoreher]

I don't see why not. You're pretty handsome in a "I haven't had a good night's sleep in two weeks" kind of way. A real "I don't know what a smile is" sort of look. If you just fixed your hair up a little, I'm sure you'd catch more than a few eyes, Mr. Gaze.

[ professional advice from malkuth, friend of march 7th, who has been doing her best the past few weeks to study what makes people physically attractive... and awwwwww he likes her. sorry she's ignoring that second part and grinning brightly. ]

I've been told I'm good company, if a little high energy! I knew you'd come around sometime.

[ be her friend.......!!!!!!!!! ]

[immortalpoet]

See, all these back-handed compliments are giving me mixed signals.

[But he's not going to dwell on the "pretty handsome" part at all, no. Besides, a relationship? Romance?]

[....He doesn't deserve anything like that. Not him. Anyone but him.]

Eh. It takes a long while for people to rub off on me. You still have a ways to go, Miss Weiss.

[He says, at dinner with her.....]

[ignoreher]

[ she laughs a little behind her drink, shaking her head. he's right, she should be honest. ]

I didn't think you'd take a direct one. You're good looking.

[ this isn't getting to know him... it's just a pep talk. malkuth'll flag down two more beers for them with how he's going through his and going through it. see? isn't it good she didn't set a time limit? they'd definitely go over it. ]

And I don't mind if it takes time... I have plenty of it, after all. Well, [ she'll put her chopsticks to her mouth in thought, then finish off her veggies, ] not really, if I line up everything I try to do in a week... you're sort of like my break from it.

[immortalpoet]

...

[He opens his mouth. Closes his mouth. He really isn't used to direct compliments - and a genuine one, he's far too used to the flattery from fans he could care less about - and he's hiding his awkwardness by taking another swig to finish off his beer.]

[She's...just being nice. Of course.]

Your break? [He finally says, feeling satisfied to latch onto anything not giving him a weird churn of feelings in his stomach.] Ah, Miss Weiss...I'm worried about you. Are you a masochist?