[She doesn't actually know which rover Isha's in, but it doesn't take all that long to look up, and none of them are that far away from each other. So it doesn't take too long for her to meander her way over to the right one and knock as politely as she was able (not very at all) on the door.]
[The rover is mostly a shade of deep purple, or at least her corner is. Could you believe she managed to actually make it look slightly over the top with its paint job and matching deep purple sheets?]
I'll leave that to Sebastian, he seems fond of making those sorts of things. When did you get coffee?
[The best she can offer for Tess to sit for now is on the edge of a bunk that is clearly not hers and clearly she doesn't care.]
Instead Tess stands firmly in the center of the rover, continuing to give it a look. Not quite bad, doesn't want to be that obvious, but a little skeptical maybe. It was all a bit much. A lot of purple. A lot of everything.]
The demon? Apparently he's pretty domestic for pure evil.
[She still made her mind to keep her eye on him but truth be told there were more troublesome people around. At least more obviously troublesome.]
When I picked my supplies. Figured it would be good to trade.
[It and the vodka. Besides, you couldn't hunt either of those.]
It seems pure evil has taken a break in preference of simply continuing to exist and eat within its own rules.
[Really, no punishment for breaking a contract? She still finds it hard to believe.]
Not a bad trade.
[She leaves Tess then for some moments, to rummage for the spare knives. She hadn't used the throwing knives much, as she had a preference for her dagger and the folding knives.]
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They're not all bad. Most of the ones I've met haven't rubbed me wrong. But you know how it goes.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
Not that one, someone who died back on the Neheda. He's on orange now.
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Oh. Those were a few, I'll have to review the files to see who it is.
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Any word of Warriorhead or is he still off the grid?
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I haven't heard shit. I know they have the tendency to fuck off every once in awhile but some shit has happened. You'd expect an excuse, at least.
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It's not unlike them to go dark for so long, no.
Would anyone else know, do you think? I wonder if it's even worth asking.
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Dagger maybe? Lord knows they're all wrapped up in each other's shit.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
Of course, that's not saying whether he'll give you a straight answer.
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Dagger already hates me I'm not keen on asking him anything.
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He hates you? You spray him with water or something?
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No but he's convinced I don't care for anyone but myself and he's known my sort and they've ruined his team. I may have egged him on a bit.
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Also I insulted his fabricated machine creatures as being only things and not creatures equivalent of living, breathing creation.
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He might want to take another look at his team if that sort of thing bothers him.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
His what? You ever consider learning to kiss ass?
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I can kiss ass perfectly fine but apparently my issue was to question whether or not we could trust his answers.
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
I'm not here for Dagger he's not my unit lead. I'd rather kiss ass to Warriorhead and Mother.
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Warriorhead I see, but why Mothership? Why pick and chose?
FROM: tess@cdc.org
In general I try to keep out from under all their feet if I can manage. Then again, I got a vested interest in red team.
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Dagger is a child, predictably erratic. Mother knows a lot, more than we could imagine. I learned more than I expected through her.
FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Personal interest or professional courtesy?
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He's something.
[And she figured it wasn't all erratic child. He couldn't have got where he was if it was. Of course, he also refused to take a damn bath.]
FROM: tess@cdc.org
Well now, I'm sure you've read my file. Both, though.
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FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Given the nature of this place, I would say those files are suitably outdated. We aren't the same people anymore.
[If she looked at her own file, she could say easily that much of it isn't quite accurate anymore.]
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Some things don't change.
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Only some things, fortunately. I haven't lost my taste for diamonds despite the lack of them.
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FROM: tess@cdc.org
Well, they are a girl's best friend.
[Sarcasm doesn't translate in text well, but considering what Tess normally looks like, in this case it might.]
FROM: tess@cdc.org
You mind if I swing by to grab those knives?
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FROM: devan.isha@cdc.org
Not at all.
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Alright then.
[She doesn't actually know which rover Isha's in, but it doesn't take all that long to look up, and none of them are that far away from each other. So it doesn't take too long for her to meander her way over to the right one and knock as politely as she was able (not very at all) on the door.]
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I would offer tea but I am sadly in short supply of the stuff. Come in if you like.
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[Had seemed more important at the time. Besides, the kind of tea she was most fond of wasn't likely to come steaming from a mug anyhow.
She takes the invitation easily enough, stepping up into the comparative quiet of the rover, looking around with only barely concealed interest.]
I think some of the local plants are supposed to be alright for that sort of thing, if you've got the time and patience for it.
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I'll leave that to Sebastian, he seems fond of making those sorts of things. When did you get coffee?
[The best she can offer for Tess to sit for now is on the edge of a bunk that is clearly not hers and clearly she doesn't care.]
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Instead Tess stands firmly in the center of the rover, continuing to give it a look. Not quite bad, doesn't want to be that obvious, but a little skeptical maybe. It was all a bit much. A lot of purple. A lot of everything.]
The demon? Apparently he's pretty domestic for pure evil.
[She still made her mind to keep her eye on him but truth be told there were more troublesome people around. At least more obviously troublesome.]
When I picked my supplies. Figured it would be good to trade.
[It and the vodka. Besides, you couldn't hunt either of those.]
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[Really, no punishment for breaking a contract? She still finds it hard to believe.]
Not a bad trade.
[She leaves Tess then for some moments, to rummage for the spare knives. She hadn't used the throwing knives much, as she had a preference for her dagger and the folding knives.]
Mind if I tag along to watch?
[Said from the slight distance of her bunk.]
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[It was getting late, and she had to get ready for the idiotic excursion she'd agreed to get on top of tomorrow.
Besides, she figured that once a day was enough talking to Dio.]
You probably don't want to anyway. You met Dio and Luciola yet?
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