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[....how interesting. he had watched her tossed that device up and down, but once she was done playing with it he walked out to talk with her.]

Do you think if that would have dropped... it would have broken? I wonder, then, how you would have contacted anyone else.

These strange devices seem rather fragile.

* Tips her head and spins on the points of her heels to glance over at him.

Blinks and gives a small shrug before turning her wrist to drop it with little to no care in the world.

It topples down with a clank but eh, sadly it doesn't look like it's broken. *

[...or not. it didn't even break, wow.]

I must admit, I'm curious as to what sort of magic these devices hold.

* Well...they can always break them and see how they work in there.

Turning her umbrella, it folds up and she uses the blunt end to point and poke at the device. With another shrug, she gives it a smack hard enough to flip it up in the air where she catches it to examine it closely again.

Eeeh, it's boring when things don't break. *

[hm. jack even took out the device from his cloak, and he ran his gloved talons over the metal.]

Fascinating, it's as though it's been bound by another force entirely, all in an attempt to make us interact.

* Tilts her head curiously and looks from his device back to her own. Well, wherever they are seem to have an abundance of these things.

She tosses it back up in the air, catching it only to look bored by the fact it won't break.

Drags her glance back over him with another shrug at his monologue of words. She doesn't seem too fascinated by it, it's just a toy at the moment. *

[...yes, just a toy.]

Why do you not talk?

* Giving a roll of her shoulders in a shrug, she holds up a hand as a sort of 'well-what can you do' gesture before fiddling with her device. Typing on it was easy enough for her.*

No need for words when you're in a business of following orders and killing who needs to be killed.

[ Huh! On one hand, it's nice to see another familiar face that's on HIS side. On the other hand, he would have preferred Cinder or Emerald... but beggars can't be choosers, he supposes. Knowing her well enough to know that verbal speaking is fruitless, he opts to communicate via text: ]

Mercury here. Tread lightly, sweet stuff. Our hero buddies are afoot.

* Hearing the ping of her device, she quirks a brow and brings it down to read only to see just who it is. Not the best of company but far from the worst. *

Anyone from our trope other than you?

What, I'm not good enough for you? I'm hurt.

That sulky white fang guy Adam's around. I'm not sure how much team goody two shoes knows about him, but for right now my cover is still intact as a perfectly innocent student so we should keep our talks private from here on out until that changes.

Hm, imagine if they knew your real motive and ambition. I doubt they'd take too kindly to the things you've done. As for the White Fang member. He's not needed. Dead weight fulfilling the purpose.

I'm sure it's just a matter of time. Thankfully, now I've got an experienced and talented meatshield to hide behind!

Maybe so! Probably so tbh, but we're pretty sorely outnumbered right now. We might need all the help we can get if push comes to shove.

You should break them up then. Their strength is compassion in one another. Break that and they'll all fall like a house of cards. I figured you might enjoy these little mind games so who better than you to do it what with your reputation hardly preceding you here.

THAT is a tall order sweet stuff

They're the epitome of disgustingly affectionate BFFs as far as I've been able to observe

Besides, I'm pretty sure some of them don't like me already. I may not have made a stellar first impression on all of them. We may be better off just biding our time - If a couple more of our gang show up it'll be enough.

heck if cinder shows up we can all rest easy

And here I thought you were talented. You're not exactly the most pleasant to deal with upon first meetings. Or second meetings. Or third. If Cinder shows up, she'll be wanting a full report on those 'affectionate BFFs'.

I'm more talented at killing things - i have an expertise in that, really

but subtle manipulation is more of Emerald's forte than mine

and don't lie - i'm starting to grow on you

but don't worry - those idiots don't seem to make ANYTHING private. It's easy enough to eavesdrop in on them and keep tabs for now

How disappointing. Sounds particularly boring but, information is information.

Hey, I wasn't brought on board for my "people skills" to begin with

Oh it's mind-numbingly boring. If they ramble on about their stupid dog one more time I'm going to be tempted to kidnap it and throw it in the nearest body of water with a weight around its neck

Ah there's the Mercury we all know and loath. But puppy killing, really? Better to save that anger and use it on them when the time comes. Where do you live? I'm using your bed since I refuse to degrade to sleeping on anything less.

lmao trust me i'll be more than eager when the opportunity presents itself

IDK if it'll live up to your standards, since I'm staying at literally the cheapest motel i could find for now

but if you want to share by all means what's mine is yours or whatever

A cheap motel? That's worse than the disgusting underground. I absolutely refuse to be in something filthy like that. I'll break in to a high class fancy hotel if I must but I refuse to degrade to that.

What did you expect, really?

I'm not really that picky when it comes to sleeping, I mean I could find a pile of sticks comfortable enough to sleep on if they're arranged just right

but hey it's your call what you do

for the record though it's honestly not that bad, i've definitely stayed at worse

Utterly barbaric. I'll be the judge of that then. If it's anything like what I'm imagining then I refuse to remain in something decrepit.

It has four walls and a roof and doesn't smell

I think it's heavenly

[ Attached to this message are directions to the motel because i haven't decided exactly where it is shhhh ]

I don't exactly expect you to have good taste.

*Reaching said motel she can't help but already feel her fingers grossly covered in things. With a wince, she taps on the door with the pick of her umbrella.*

[ To his credit, Mercury managed to find a motel that was cheap and NOT absolutely filthy! When he opens the door, she'll be greeted to what's basically the most barren room possible - a cheap rug, a very plain bed, one chair, one nightstand, and a bathroom. That's it. No TV, no table, no dresser... it's more or less just a room with a bed.

What else does it have to be, really? ]

I'd say "make yourself at home", but I think you'd do that regardless.

* Greeted with such conditions visually shows on her face. While it's simple, it completely lacks any elegance. She tightens her grip on her umbrella cause ew.

Coming in to the house, she takes a handkerchief from her sleeve and lays it on the single chair since who knows what's everywhere else. *

[ She doesn't need words to express her discontent - then again, Mercury is more than capable of speaking enough for both of them. ]

You look so distraught! I'm still undercover, you realize, so I have to keep a low profile.

[ He motions to the room around them ] Doesn't get much lower than this.

* Quirks an eyebrow at that. It might be true on keeping a low profile, but there's always a way to keep it in less deplorable conditions.

She gives an awkward of slight disgust but understanding but still makes no move to touch things, even with gloves on her hands.

Using her device, she at least writes notes on it rather than sending them in case any should happen to slip and end up for all to see.*

How long have you been in less than habitable area?

[ He leans in a bit to peek at the device's screen, arms folding over his chest with a low sigh. ]

Aboooooout ten days or so, and it's... well, it's something else alright. How much've you heard about this place so far? It's a real doozy.

* Simply picks up the package bundle she got upon arrival and tosses it on to the bed. It doesn't look like it had even been touched more than twice.

Simply gives a shrug and rolls her wrist, dismissing the package but she glances up at him, waiting for him to elaborate on that 'doozy'. *

[ A little shake of his head, nearly showing a hint of genuine exasperation - even he had been serious enough to check out what information he could dig up, but of course Neo would wait for someone else to do it for her. Of course. ]

Well, first things first - near as I can tell, we're stuck. Pretty firmly, too, since from the sound of things there are some people who have been here for over a year with no luck whatsoever. So I hate to say it, but we may have to settle in here for a bit.

Or, you know! Several bits.

* Quirking an eyebrow at that only to look around the room with disgust clearly written on her face.

Clearly they're going to need a bigger and nicer place if they're expected to stay here for an extended amount of time.

Gives a sigh and curls her fingers around the curve of her umbrella, wrinkling her nose since it's odd to be trapped there without the bosses. What the heck are they even suppose to do other than watch boring and annoying people. Sounds booooring. *

[ How he manages to follow along with her train of thought is a credit either to her expressiveness, his acute sense of observation, or some combination of the two. ]

Relax, it's only a temporary hold. I figure it's probably a matter of time until my cover's blown anyway, so I'll have to find a place that's hidden way better than this.

[ He takes a moment to step towards the bed, falling flat on his back against it with a quiet grunt before continuing. ]

Until then, I'm gonna just keep my eyes on my Beacon buddies and wait it out. No clue what you're gonna do, though.

* Temporary or not, it still leaves a lot to be desired. Well, it actually leaves nothing to be desired but grander and less...gross.

Alas, the day has been long, and since her last memories were of an utter failure, she really does want nothing more than to sleep this awful nightmare away.

Sitting up from the table, she goes over to the bed before shoving the tip of it to his side. Ladies first, Mercury. You can have the floor and keep night watch on those friends of yours. All which she conveys with a point of her finger to the floor. *

[ He quirks an eyebrow, not responding right away. He may be a douchebag who talks a hell of a lot of talk, but he's far from being an idiot. Neo is not someone to get on the wrong side of, not overly so at least, but that doesn't mean he's willing to be pushed around like an accessory either. ]

If you want to take the bed, that's fine - but fork over your share of the cost of the room first. Unlike you I've got to keep my criminal record to a minimum for now, and that's not free.

[ A pause, a little smug quirk of his lips, and he adds: ]

Unless you want to share it.

* Even joking she looks at him with complete and utter disgust as such a suggestion, repulsed even.

Her jabs to his side get a little more rough, not so much a nice little tap. Now she's just trying to shove him out of the bed but why does everyone have to be so much taller than her. She's strong, but her strength lies in the art of redirecting energy in her fighting. Passive aggressive, if you may.

Still, get out, Mercury. *

[ His smile grows just a little stale as her jabs pick up in ferocity - but he knows better than to take that bait. When it came to reversals, Neo was at a level beyond impressive - he wasn't about to give her something that she could turn back against him.

That didn't mean he was giving up without gaining anything, though.

He raises his arm, reaching up the bed to where she'd tossed her bundle of papers earlier and backflipping casually off the bed to the opposite side. Without a moment's pause he's already opening it to search for the money himself, glancing up at Neo with a patient smile. ]

You need to work on your people skills, sugar.

* Eh, if he wants to take the money she's not going to stop him since she mostly gets her things by simple stealing. Being an illusionist helps a lot no doubt.

Now that he's out of the bed she looks it over before brushing it off with her gloved hand. Sleeping standing up almost seems like a better option but with a sigh she climbs in to the bed she's clearly too small for leaving more than ample room for him if he really wanted it. *

[ As she's distracted with settling into bed he casually takes all of the money from her starting bundle - because if she's not going to cooperate, he's not going to play nice either. Pocketing the cash, he studies the bed for a moment or two. Neo's taking up virtually no space, to be honest, and he's aware that it would be easy to sleep there with her without any risk of touching her whatsoever.

But she wasn't in a great mood, and he was willing to let her sleep it off if it meant she may be easier to deal with tomorrow. So he drags the chair over near the bedside, setting himself down and resting his feet up on the bed's edge as he folds his arms over his chest. Again - he's slept in worse conditions. He'll manage. ]

You better not snore.

Well hello to you too, beautiful.

* Turning her attention back to her device, she quirks a brow at her feed and gives nothing more than a finger wiggle of a wave. *

[That was a bit odd.]

I'm guessing you just got here?

Koihshi watched the show from afar, sitting cross legged in the air and clapping some when she finished. Unfortunately she was not as focused as she'd like to be so she was probably was invisible. At least for now.

Dropping to the ground, her boots making a dull thud, she jogged lightly up to the woman. "Hey! Miss? Can you see me? I'm right here!" She might have to work at it a bit, floating up and hovering in front of her. "Your show was really nice. Can you see me though? Can you hear me?"

* The threat of someone there was lingering and she turns with her umbrella pointed out in a rather threatening manner, similar to how one would hold a gun. But sadly, nothing seems there at the moment.

Her eyes blink, brown and pink flicker from one iris to the other. Neo's eyes trail the sound of boots thudding. She can't see but she can sure hear.*

"Wah! Can you see me?" A pause, the little satori floating into the air, slowly drifting to one side. "Ah... Oh... You cant. You can hear me though... I'm sorry. I'm not trying to startle you. I'm Koishi!" At least she seemed friendly. "I wanted to say hi to you because you can do interesting things with the phone. It was really nice. You're very talented Miss."

The voice sounded young and remained nearby but not too far into her personal space. It didn't seem at all intimidated by the umbrella.

"Look at my voice. Sometimes people can't see me but if you look for me it should help." It wouldn't take too much effort on Neo's part to start picking out the green haired youkai. "I'm sorry. Usually people either can't see or hear me or they can. It's strange just to have one or the other."

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