[The sound of laughter, soft but brash and excited. Someone loud but mindful. The camera shifted, focusing on a woman who swung on the heels of her well- heels. She was looking past the camera with a goofy look in her eyes.]
"Que tu haces?" [A voice, feminine by nature, chirred happily. A voice that was chirpy and amused. Another voice pipped in quickly from behind the camera, also feminine.] "Look at the came- Eduviges!" [The second voice yelped.]
"Sorry, sorry! Hi!" [The woman in frame waved at the camera, a closed eye smile on her face before she popped her eyes open and looked behind the camera again waiting for instructions.] "Describe what your job is. But! Introduce yourself first!" [The woman behind the camera instructs with a sigh. 'Eduviges' brightens up and nods her head eagerly. She shuffles to stop from swinging on her heels.]
"Hi! My name is Eduviges Girão, I am 38 years old! I am like, I dunno, maybe 5'9? I think yeah! Oh and I work for-" [The camera cuts out for a spilt second, jumping ahead.] "-I assist Miss Pauling," [She motions behind the camera] "in running errands!"
[She moves around with a little bounce.] "That means I will do paper work for Miss Pauling, I will give or send things to others and/or Miss Pauling when asked and I will also do physical work! I will kill, hunt, assasinate whoever Miss Pauling wants me to!" [She lists off, counting on her finger to keep up.] "Also everyone calls me Miss Gi!"
[The camera cuts off with a hiss.]
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Rabbit here again!
I couldn't help but have to make Mimic a sister BAHAHA
Alright so basics! I'm going to say rules first and then we can dive into fun facts about Miss Gi!
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Basics on Miss Gi include!
Miss Gi is unaware that Mimic, her brother, works with the mercs. She is confident they are dead. Nobody should know the two are siblings unless with their files!! Aside from anons that is!
Just like Mimic, Miss Gi is Puerto Rican and primarily speaks Spanish alongside English.
She is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns however her sexuality is questionable, she isn't aware of what or who she loves.
Miss Gi works for Miss Pauling specifically, of course she works under the Administrator but specifically with Miss Pauling.
SHE ISN'T A MERC!!! (/nm) She is just an assistant and almost never interacts with the mercs unless asked to by Miss Pauling!!!
Miss Gi's log includes!
Ask tag: #Folders
In character post tag: #Assisted Hunt
Rp response: #Organizing papers
Reblogs/character reblogs tag: #Prey
Open thread/open for interaction: #Scattered papers and weapons
V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.
Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.
She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.
Not again. Annoying.
(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)
|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.|
|The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care|
|Why would she care?|
|Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.|
|Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.|
"Miss Pauling sent me"
Upon hearing the voice V startles, right hand moving out of her pocket and reaching for a smoke bomb. She's got her fingers around the thing before she realizes that she's not dying, actually. Just a woman from... somewhere. With a clipboard. Work stuff.
Get it together.
Maybe get some sleep tonight.
It's not like she hadn't tried. The noises kept her up. They didn't have a rhyme or a reason she could determine. Stress, probably. Like everything else. That's probably normal.
"Sorry." She presses the button on the microwave to stop it before continuing. "That's me. Miss Pauling needs something? Is everything alright?"
She automatically assumes something has gone horribly wrong if somebody is actually asking her for help outside of a match.
She refrains from mentioning her name. The interaction might be a little too short for it to matter. She hasn't been called Illusionist in a little while though. It felt a little strange. This place is a job, not a home. It was supposed to be like that, anyway.
| She blinks her eyes blankly at the other, shuffling the papers in her hands as the other fumbled for whatever it was she was looking for. She lifts a questionable brow at V, tilting her head just slightly before she cleared her throat. Right, act professional. Yes, yes. |
"Good to meet you!" | At least it was a woman, not some musty old man like the last merc she had to give a contract to. What was it? Soldier? Something like that. Weird names. |
"Yo creo..." | A slip of her tongue as she tapped her cheek in thought. | "It's a contract, big boss needs ya for something" | There was a hiss in the words 'big boss', as if thinking about her made it all sour. She dips of her heels, swinging her weight back and forth before she held out the folders to the other. |
| Curiosity wins as she pulls her hands back once the papers are taken. |
"This place usually as empty as it is now? Aren't you supposed to have a full crew?" | She asked, raising a brow. It was a group of ten members right? Something like that, she doesn't remember all that well. Interacting with the mercs wasn't part of her daily runs. |
They share a disdain for the woman. Though V can't get caught talking about her like that in here. Her eyes flick back and forth between the assistant in front of her and the camera. Maybe they could discuss her outside sometime.
V eyes the papers and takes them, skimming the first page and deciding to read the rest of it later. She sets them all on the counter and takes the glass out of the microwave, pouring the hot water into her thermos.
"It's nice to meet you too-- oh, what should I call you? You can call me V, by the way. If it's easier." This sounds like it's turning into an actual conversation rather than just a drop off.
V laughs, she knows by her tone that it's not a joke, but it's fucking funny. Solly left, she hasn't seen Shifty in two weeks, who else? Whatever. BLU seems to be having a similar problem. The matches feel quiet, there's less explosions... it's kinda creepy. Maybe that's how it was when there were only 9 members of each team?
"Full crew? Haha! Not for weeks. We've had... several people quit. It's too early for anyone to want to be awake anyway. I'm just making some hot cocoa. Want any?" It wouldn't take very long to make, she's got another thermos in the cupboards... somewhere. She rips open her powder packet exactly on the tear line. It's sort of a strange thing to have so much practice in. She likes her hot cocoa.
| Miss Gi ponders for a moment before glancing to the camera, staring at it dead on for a moment. She didn't like the shudder that rolls up her spine, hands twitching slightly to the gun on her hip. |
| Her feelings for the boss lady was more than just disdain, it was a fury of fire. A abhorrence for her. Miss Gi didn't take kindly to that woman. |
| All interactions with her always ended in some form of threat, always a consequence. |
| She lets her eyes pull away from the camera, her one good eye focusing on the woman in front of her. Lightly pulling her hands away from her waist and letting them drop in front of her. Instinctively she brings one hand up again to run it through her hair, she must have forgotten to put on her hair tie today. |
| As the other woman introduces herself Miss Gi winces, she didn't expect to turn this into a conversation. | "My name isn't easy on English tongues" | She says with a wave of her hand, dropping it to the side after a moment. | "Miss Gi is just fine or Gi" |She shrugs slightly, uniform rustling. |
| Miss Gi scowls a little as the other laughs. What was funny? Scrunching her eyes slightly as her lips pull into a snarl before it drops. Professional, yes yes. Act accordingly. Rolling her shoulders she stands up straight, putting one heel behind the other as if she was going to turn around and walk away, however she doesn't. |
| Early? Miss Gi lifts one hand to check her watch and blinked in surprise. She could have sworn it was late afternoon, not this early. Maybe the event with that robot made her lose track of time. | "I'll have some, gracias" | She drops her hand, resting it on her hip. She wants to ask more questions but glancing at the camera once more she decides to keep it to herself. She could feel the woman's eyes on her, she didn't quite like that. |
"Miss Gi." She's feeling the name out. Simple enough. "Are you like... a Miss Pauling for Miss Pauling?" She's not a merc. V would've seen her out on the field by now, and she had a contract for her.
She notices the scowl. And the eyeing the camera as well. They both don't like it.
Right. Be normal. Be nice. You're tired, not a jerk.
V nods and fills the cup back up with water, going through the motions again. She finds her backup thermos and another pack of hot cocoa. Just waiting on the microwave.
"If you're not busy we could go and sit outside and chat for a little while. It shouldn't be too cold." Even in the summer the desert could get chilly at night, but the sun should be peeking up any minute now. V does wear a jacket though, cold to her might be a little different. "Don't let me keep you from the things you need to do, though."
She stops the microwave just a second before the timer runs out and she transfers the water, rips open the packet, and pours the powder in again. She's stirring Miss Gi's instead of just shaking the thermos. Is that... a chopstick? Well, it works.
| Miss Gi chuckles softly at the mention of the other woman, Miss Pauling. A sweet woman, kind to Miss Gi for certain. Strong individual who held her own ground and didn't let herself be brought down too easily. Miss Pauling was a determined woman in Miss Gi's eyes. Admiration perhaps is what she felt? More if she wanted to indulge in the thoughts of who was technically her boss. But she won't, not now at least. |
"If you want to treat it like that, yes. I do work for Miss Pauling, takes off the luggage from- er... ella... ella ella.." | It's on the tip of her tongue, give her a moment to think about it. | "Her! Yes, for her work!" | She cheers, clapping her hands in front of her with a friendly smile that quickly fades despite the chirpy-ness of it. She had a chipped front tooth. |
"I didn't have much after this..." | Aside from finding out where that demobot with the antenna went off too but she could wait for that. | "I wouldn't mind fetching my jacket from the truck, I'd love to..." | Fuck wait what's that word for being with someone. What was it again. Shit- think think think! | "...Follow you..." | She didn't remember|
"Ah I got nothing to do right now, just some business for the boss lady but I'm sure she doesn't mind it being a little... tarde" | Miss Gi glanced at the camera once more before she lightly reached out to take thermos. Miss Gi wasn't one for thermos, or drinking out of cups in general. She had a little flask in the inside of her shirt that held her water, since that's what she grew up using naturally. | "Aye, gracias..."
| She's polite enough to smile and thank the other, waiting for the other to make the next moves before she said anything. Polite but also knowing she was in unknown territory, she wasn't going to get on a mercs bad side. |
V has picked up on the struggle with English and brings absolutely no attention to it. Unfortunately she doesn't really have any experience with Spanish, but at least she could try to prevent making the other feel subconscious.
She's feeling more normal now, save for the actually-fake-this-time footsteps she's hearing. V has elected to ignore those. Miss Gi will react quickly enough if somebody approaches, surely.
"Sure! I can follow you over. Once we grab your jacket I have a spot where we can sit. Talk for a little."
V has a hand in the pouch where she keeps her projectors, ready to block the camera on the other side of the door in the kitchen that leads outdoors and towards the garage, where she assumes the truck and jacket were. She manages to look more like she has her hand resting there, though. Whatever she can to do keep her off her back. The amount of surveillance the hag had was impressive if not annoying. Even better than a few of the jails. Not that she couldn't find ways around even her tricks.
"Of course! I hope it tastes alright." It usually tastes... Fine. She's had better, but she's also had worse. At least it didn't have any of the lead water in it. No need for poisoning.
| Cheers to the struggle of English! Despite being forced into this land she still hadn't quite grasped it just yet! Although clearly by her confidence she was really trying. As long as she could pass for someone who knew English anyways. | "You know what? That sounds lovely!" | Miss Gi chirps happily, clasping her hands in front of her before they turns on her heels. |
| Despite her clunky apparel she was smooth and graceful in her walk, heels clicking against the floor as she walked at a decently quick pace. She took lead with ease, waving a hand in front of her as she lifted the other to take a sip of her drink. |
| Now thinking about it she never thought to think if the drink was spiked or anything. Whoops.. Oh well too late to think now! |
| She doesn't stop at the heat of the drink, humming as she pulled it from her lips. Oh hey aren't these the guys with the lead water? SHIT MISS PAULING TOLD HER ABOUT THAT- |
| She doesn't have to know |
| She makes her way joyfully for the garage, where V thought her truck was *was* indeed right! Tucked away safely in the garage was a truck that's label had faded with time, it almost looked like it said something about bread? Though it was unknown. | "It tastes fine, thank you" | I wonder if I'll wake up with lead poisoning tomorrow. How quick does that work again? |
| She quickly fetches her jacket from the front seat, closing the door behind her with a rough slam as she steps to V again. | "The way" | She motions for her to lead, perhaps having meant to say 'lead the way' instead of just 'the way' |
As they leave she tosses her projector across the ground, and the illusion flickers on above it as it slides just under the outdoor camera and projecting an image of what the thing would normally see, minus her and her new friend. She does it with practiced precision. Only the best for one of the skills she's spent her whole life honing.
She follows along, hands in her jacket pockets. She's trying her best to be non-threatening, but this paranoia and the random sounds aren't making it exactly easy. Would Miss Gi have the same concerns about spies that the other mercs would?
Is she a Spy?
Ah, a... bread truck. Well, at least it wouldn't draw attention? Yeah, that makes sense. V glances over at her motorcycle which is parked nearby. Looks like it did when she parked it yesterday. Good.
V almost jumps out of her skin when the door slams. She quickly tries to laugh that off. "Haha! You scared me. Got everything?" Given the cue to lead, V starts off in the right direction, walking a bit to the side to invite Miss Gi to walk beside her. No need to get careless and give a Spy her open back.
She leads the way around the base, somehow having found a path that avoids most cameras. For the remaining few she just pulls the projector trick. Her pockets can't be big enough to hold that many of them right?
She brings them to a little spot, out of the way of just about everything, on the backside of the building. She scans around the wall and surrounding area, not a person to be seen. The camera that was here seems to have been broken.
"I think Scout broke this one last week. It still hasn't been fixed. I checked it out and there aren't any microphone or video components left, so we're officially out of her view. Probably."
Satisfied with her distance from the overhanging surveillance, V relaxes, rolling her shoulders and finding a spot to sit that didn't look too sandy. This is much better. She takes a sip from her own hot cocoa.
| She wasn't a merc, why would she have any fear of spies? At least not the sort of spies V was thinking about! Spies weren't her forte, she didn't seem like the kind of person to pick up on it. That was more a job for Miss Pauling. |
| Luckily for V, in this sort of setting Miss Gi looked... Relaxed. She was sipping the hot cocoa from the thermos while walking. Her eyes did move from side to side but it looked more out of curiosity than paranoia, she was in an unfamiliar place after all. Tracing pictures in the wall with her mind she pats her sides comfortably to make sure she's carrying all her important things on her. |
| She jostles the pistol on her hip slightly and gives it a pat like treating an animal. Very careful and gentle with it. |
| With the slam of the truck Miss Gi just stared at V for a moment. She lifted a brow in curiosity at the laugh, almost freaked out by how sudden it was. | "ᴾᵉʳᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵈⁱʲᵉ ⁿᵃᵈᵃ ᵍʳᵃᶜⁱᵒˢᵒ?" | She murmurs mostly to herself as she lifted the thermos up to her mouth while shooting V a weird glance. |
| Despite it she brushes it off quickly, picking up her pace to walk behind V. She isn't completely behind her, mostly to the side but not in her peripheral vision. After a moment of walking behind her she recognizes the motion and invitation to walk beside her and picks up her speed with grace. |
| She's glancing over at the other every one in a while with the projectors before she starts ignoring it's existence. She knew about some of the technology the mercs used, Gods bless her favorite gun stored in the truck (courtesy of BLU Engie). |
| She brings her hands up to her face to take a sip of her thermos and hums a little. | "I can assume you don't like her either, yes?" | She tests the waters out with the simple comment, glancing around before mimicking V and rolling her shoulders. She leans against the wall, shooting the broken camera a little glare before lowering her gaze to the woman on the floor. |
"I am... Curious." | She starts off slowly. She likes asking everyone this when she can. | "What made you... want to.. be here?" | She always notes a persons choice to work there, it always gave her an idea of how the person was, how they'll be. | "With that witch I doubt you'd work here... Willingly." | She scoffs with a roll of her eyes. |
V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.
Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.
She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.
Not again. Annoying.
(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)
|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.|
|The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care|
|Why would she care?|
|Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.|
|Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.|
"Miss Pauling sent me"
Upon hearing the voice V startles, right hand moving out of her pocket and reaching for a smoke bomb. She's got her fingers around the thing before she realizes that she's not dying, actually. Just a woman from... somewhere. With a clipboard. Work stuff.
Get it together.
Maybe get some sleep tonight.
It's not like she hadn't tried. The noises kept her up. They didn't have a rhyme or a reason she could determine. Stress, probably. Like everything else. That's probably normal.
"Sorry." She presses the button on the microwave to stop it before continuing. "That's me. Miss Pauling needs something? Is everything alright?"
She automatically assumes something has gone horribly wrong if somebody is actually asking her for help outside of a match.
She refrains from mentioning her name. The interaction might be a little too short for it to matter. She hasn't been called Illusionist in a little while though. It felt a little strange. This place is a job, not a home. It was supposed to be like that, anyway.
| She blinks her eyes blankly at the other, shuffling the papers in her hands as the other fumbled for whatever it was she was looking for. She lifts a questionable brow at V, tilting her head just slightly before she cleared her throat. Right, act professional. Yes, yes. |
"Good to meet you!" | At least it was a woman, not some musty old man like the last merc she had to give a contract to. What was it? Soldier? Something like that. Weird names. |
"Yo creo..." | A slip of her tongue as she tapped her cheek in thought. | "It's a contract, big boss needs ya for something" | There was a hiss in the words 'big boss', as if thinking about her made it all sour. She dips of her heels, swinging her weight back and forth before she held out the folders to the other. |
| Curiosity wins as she pulls her hands back once the papers are taken. |
"This place usually as empty as it is now? Aren't you supposed to have a full crew?" | She asked, raising a brow. It was a group of ten members right? Something like that, she doesn't remember all that well. Interacting with the mercs wasn't part of her daily runs. |
They share a disdain for the woman. Though V can't get caught talking about her like that in here. Her eyes flick back and forth between the assistant in front of her and the camera. Maybe they could discuss her outside sometime.
V eyes the papers and takes them, skimming the first page and deciding to read the rest of it later. She sets them all on the counter and takes the glass out of the microwave, pouring the hot water into her thermos.
"It's nice to meet you too-- oh, what should I call you? You can call me V, by the way. If it's easier." This sounds like it's turning into an actual conversation rather than just a drop off.
V laughs, she knows by her tone that it's not a joke, but it's fucking funny. Solly left, she hasn't seen Shifty in two weeks, who else? Whatever. BLU seems to be having a similar problem. The matches feel quiet, there's less explosions... it's kinda creepy. Maybe that's how it was when there were only 9 members of each team?
"Full crew? Haha! Not for weeks. We've had... several people quit. It's too early for anyone to want to be awake anyway. I'm just making some hot cocoa. Want any?" It wouldn't take very long to make, she's got another thermos in the cupboards... somewhere. She rips open her powder packet exactly on the tear line. It's sort of a strange thing to have so much practice in. She likes her hot cocoa.
| Miss Gi ponders for a moment before glancing to the camera, staring at it dead on for a moment. She didn't like the shudder that rolls up her spine, hands twitching slightly to the gun on her hip. |
| Her feelings for the boss lady was more than just disdain, it was a fury of fire. A abhorrence for her. Miss Gi didn't take kindly to that woman. |
| All interactions with her always ended in some form of threat, always a consequence. |
| She lets her eyes pull away from the camera, her one good eye focusing on the woman in front of her. Lightly pulling her hands away from her waist and letting them drop in front of her. Instinctively she brings one hand up again to run it through her hair, she must have forgotten to put on her hair tie today. |
| As the other woman introduces herself Miss Gi winces, she didn't expect to turn this into a conversation. | "My name isn't easy on English tongues" | She says with a wave of her hand, dropping it to the side after a moment. | "Miss Gi is just fine or Gi" |She shrugs slightly, uniform rustling. |
| Miss Gi scowls a little as the other laughs. What was funny? Scrunching her eyes slightly as her lips pull into a snarl before it drops. Professional, yes yes. Act accordingly. Rolling her shoulders she stands up straight, putting one heel behind the other as if she was going to turn around and walk away, however she doesn't. |
| Early? Miss Gi lifts one hand to check her watch and blinked in surprise. She could have sworn it was late afternoon, not this early. Maybe the event with that robot made her lose track of time. | "I'll have some, gracias" | She drops her hand, resting it on her hip. She wants to ask more questions but glancing at the camera once more she decides to keep it to herself. She could feel the woman's eyes on her, she didn't quite like that. |
"Miss Gi." She's feeling the name out. Simple enough. "Are you like... a Miss Pauling for Miss Pauling?" She's not a merc. V would've seen her out on the field by now, and she had a contract for her.
She notices the scowl. And the eyeing the camera as well. They both don't like it.
Right. Be normal. Be nice. You're tired, not a jerk.
V nods and fills the cup back up with water, going through the motions again. She finds her backup thermos and another pack of hot cocoa. Just waiting on the microwave.
"If you're not busy we could go and sit outside and chat for a little while. It shouldn't be too cold." Even in the summer the desert could get chilly at night, but the sun should be peeking up any minute now. V does wear a jacket though, cold to her might be a little different. "Don't let me keep you from the things you need to do, though."
She stops the microwave just a second before the timer runs out and she transfers the water, rips open the packet, and pours the powder in again. She's stirring Miss Gi's instead of just shaking the thermos. Is that... a chopstick? Well, it works.
| Miss Gi chuckles softly at the mention of the other woman, Miss Pauling. A sweet woman, kind to Miss Gi for certain. Strong individual who held her own ground and didn't let herself be brought down too easily. Miss Pauling was a determined woman in Miss Gi's eyes. Admiration perhaps is what she felt? More if she wanted to indulge in the thoughts of who was technically her boss. But she won't, not now at least. |
"If you want to treat it like that, yes. I do work for Miss Pauling, takes off the luggage from- er... ella... ella ella.." | It's on the tip of her tongue, give her a moment to think about it. | "Her! Yes, for her work!" | She cheers, clapping her hands in front of her with a friendly smile that quickly fades despite the chirpy-ness of it. She had a chipped front tooth. |
"I didn't have much after this..." | Aside from finding out where that demobot with the antenna went off too but she could wait for that. | "I wouldn't mind fetching my jacket from the truck, I'd love to..." | Fuck wait what's that word for being with someone. What was it again. Shit- think think think! | "...Follow you..." | She didn't remember|
"Ah I got nothing to do right now, just some business for the boss lady but I'm sure she doesn't mind it being a little... tarde" | Miss Gi glanced at the camera once more before she lightly reached out to take thermos. Miss Gi wasn't one for thermos, or drinking out of cups in general. She had a little flask in the inside of her shirt that held her water, since that's what she grew up using naturally. | "Aye, gracias..."
| She's polite enough to smile and thank the other, waiting for the other to make the next moves before she said anything. Polite but also knowing she was in unknown territory, she wasn't going to get on a mercs bad side. |
V has picked up on the struggle with English and brings absolutely no attention to it. Unfortunately she doesn't really have any experience with Spanish, but at least she could try to prevent making the other feel subconscious.
She's feeling more normal now, save for the actually-fake-this-time footsteps she's hearing. V has elected to ignore those. Miss Gi will react quickly enough if somebody approaches, surely.
"Sure! I can follow you over. Once we grab your jacket I have a spot where we can sit. Talk for a little."
V has a hand in the pouch where she keeps her projectors, ready to block the camera on the other side of the door in the kitchen that leads outdoors and towards the garage, where she assumes the truck and jacket were. She manages to look more like she has her hand resting there, though. Whatever she can to do keep her off her back. The amount of surveillance the hag had was impressive if not annoying. Even better than a few of the jails. Not that she couldn't find ways around even her tricks.
"Of course! I hope it tastes alright." It usually tastes... Fine. She's had better, but she's also had worse. At least it didn't have any of the lead water in it. No need for poisoning.
| Cheers to the struggle of English! Despite being forced into this land she still hadn't quite grasped it just yet! Although clearly by her confidence she was really trying. As long as she could pass for someone who knew English anyways. | "You know what? That sounds lovely!" | Miss Gi chirps happily, clasping her hands in front of her before they turns on her heels. |
| Despite her clunky apparel she was smooth and graceful in her walk, heels clicking against the floor as she walked at a decently quick pace. She took lead with ease, waving a hand in front of her as she lifted the other to take a sip of her drink. |
| Now thinking about it she never thought to think if the drink was spiked or anything. Whoops.. Oh well too late to think now! |
| She doesn't stop at the heat of the drink, humming as she pulled it from her lips. Oh hey aren't these the guys with the lead water? SHIT MISS PAULING TOLD HER ABOUT THAT- |
| She doesn't have to know |
| She makes her way joyfully for the garage, where V thought her truck was *was* indeed right! Tucked away safely in the garage was a truck that's label had faded with time, it almost looked like it said something about bread? Though it was unknown. | "It tastes fine, thank you" | I wonder if I'll wake up with lead poisoning tomorrow. How quick does that work again? |
| She quickly fetches her jacket from the front seat, closing the door behind her with a rough slam as she steps to V again. | "The way" | She motions for her to lead, perhaps having meant to say 'lead the way' instead of just 'the way' |
V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.
Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.
She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.
Not again. Annoying.
(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)
|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.|
|The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care|
|Why would she care?|
|Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.|
|Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.|
"Miss Pauling sent me"
Upon hearing the voice V startles, right hand moving out of her pocket and reaching for a smoke bomb. She's got her fingers around the thing before she realizes that she's not dying, actually. Just a woman from... somewhere. With a clipboard. Work stuff.
Get it together.
Maybe get some sleep tonight.
It's not like she hadn't tried. The noises kept her up. They didn't have a rhyme or a reason she could determine. Stress, probably. Like everything else. That's probably normal.
"Sorry." She presses the button on the microwave to stop it before continuing. "That's me. Miss Pauling needs something? Is everything alright?"
She automatically assumes something has gone horribly wrong if somebody is actually asking her for help outside of a match.
She refrains from mentioning her name. The interaction might be a little too short for it to matter. She hasn't been called Illusionist in a little while though. It felt a little strange. This place is a job, not a home. It was supposed to be like that, anyway.
| She blinks her eyes blankly at the other, shuffling the papers in her hands as the other fumbled for whatever it was she was looking for. She lifts a questionable brow at V, tilting her head just slightly before she cleared her throat. Right, act professional. Yes, yes. |
"Good to meet you!" | At least it was a woman, not some musty old man like the last merc she had to give a contract to. What was it? Soldier? Something like that. Weird names. |
"Yo creo..." | A slip of her tongue as she tapped her cheek in thought. | "It's a contract, big boss needs ya for something" | There was a hiss in the words 'big boss', as if thinking about her made it all sour. She dips of her heels, swinging her weight back and forth before she held out the folders to the other. |
| Curiosity wins as she pulls her hands back once the papers are taken. |
"This place usually as empty as it is now? Aren't you supposed to have a full crew?" | She asked, raising a brow. It was a group of ten members right? Something like that, she doesn't remember all that well. Interacting with the mercs wasn't part of her daily runs. |
They share a disdain for the woman. Though V can't get caught talking about her like that in here. Her eyes flick back and forth between the assistant in front of her and the camera. Maybe they could discuss her outside sometime.
V eyes the papers and takes them, skimming the first page and deciding to read the rest of it later. She sets them all on the counter and takes the glass out of the microwave, pouring the hot water into her thermos.
"It's nice to meet you too-- oh, what should I call you? You can call me V, by the way. If it's easier." This sounds like it's turning into an actual conversation rather than just a drop off.
V laughs, she knows by her tone that it's not a joke, but it's fucking funny. Solly left, she hasn't seen Shifty in two weeks, who else? Whatever. BLU seems to be having a similar problem. The matches feel quiet, there's less explosions... it's kinda creepy. Maybe that's how it was when there were only 9 members of each team?
"Full crew? Haha! Not for weeks. We've had... several people quit. It's too early for anyone to want to be awake anyway. I'm just making some hot cocoa. Want any?" It wouldn't take very long to make, she's got another thermos in the cupboards... somewhere. She rips open her powder packet exactly on the tear line. It's sort of a strange thing to have so much practice in. She likes her hot cocoa.
| Miss Gi ponders for a moment before glancing to the camera, staring at it dead on for a moment. She didn't like the shudder that rolls up her spine, hands twitching slightly to the gun on her hip. |
| Her feelings for the boss lady was more than just disdain, it was a fury of fire. A abhorrence for her. Miss Gi didn't take kindly to that woman. |
| All interactions with her always ended in some form of threat, always a consequence. |
| She lets her eyes pull away from the camera, her one good eye focusing on the woman in front of her. Lightly pulling her hands away from her waist and letting them drop in front of her. Instinctively she brings one hand up again to run it through her hair, she must have forgotten to put on her hair tie today. |
| As the other woman introduces herself Miss Gi winces, she didn't expect to turn this into a conversation. | "My name isn't easy on English tongues" | She says with a wave of her hand, dropping it to the side after a moment. | "Miss Gi is just fine or Gi" |She shrugs slightly, uniform rustling. |
| Miss Gi scowls a little as the other laughs. What was funny? Scrunching her eyes slightly as her lips pull into a snarl before it drops. Professional, yes yes. Act accordingly. Rolling her shoulders she stands up straight, putting one heel behind the other as if she was going to turn around and walk away, however she doesn't. |
| Early? Miss Gi lifts one hand to check her watch and blinked in surprise. She could have sworn it was late afternoon, not this early. Maybe the event with that robot made her lose track of time. | "I'll have some, gracias" | She drops her hand, resting it on her hip. She wants to ask more questions but glancing at the camera once more she decides to keep it to herself. She could feel the woman's eyes on her, she didn't quite like that. |
"Miss Gi." She's feeling the name out. Simple enough. "Are you like... a Miss Pauling for Miss Pauling?" She's not a merc. V would've seen her out on the field by now, and she had a contract for her.
She notices the scowl. And the eyeing the camera as well. They both don't like it.
Right. Be normal. Be nice. You're tired, not a jerk.
V nods and fills the cup back up with water, going through the motions again. She finds her backup thermos and another pack of hot cocoa. Just waiting on the microwave.
"If you're not busy we could go and sit outside and chat for a little while. It shouldn't be too cold." Even in the summer the desert could get chilly at night, but the sun should be peeking up any minute now. V does wear a jacket though, cold to her might be a little different. "Don't let me keep you from the things you need to do, though."
She stops the microwave just a second before the timer runs out and she transfers the water, rips open the packet, and pours the powder in again. She's stirring Miss Gi's instead of just shaking the thermos. Is that... a chopstick? Well, it works.
| Miss Gi chuckles softly at the mention of the other woman, Miss Pauling. A sweet woman, kind to Miss Gi for certain. Strong individual who held her own ground and didn't let herself be brought down too easily. Miss Pauling was a determined woman in Miss Gi's eyes. Admiration perhaps is what she felt? More if she wanted to indulge in the thoughts of who was technically her boss. But she won't, not now at least. |
"If you want to treat it like that, yes. I do work for Miss Pauling, takes off the luggage from- er... ella... ella ella.." | It's on the tip of her tongue, give her a moment to think about it. | "Her! Yes, for her work!" | She cheers, clapping her hands in front of her with a friendly smile that quickly fades despite the chirpy-ness of it. She had a chipped front tooth. |
"I didn't have much after this..." | Aside from finding out where that demobot with the antenna went off too but she could wait for that. | "I wouldn't mind fetching my jacket from the truck, I'd love to..." | Fuck wait what's that word for being with someone. What was it again. Shit- think think think! | "...Follow you..." | She didn't remember|
"Ah I got nothing to do right now, just some business for the boss lady but I'm sure she doesn't mind it being a little... tarde" | Miss Gi glanced at the camera once more before she lightly reached out to take thermos. Miss Gi wasn't one for thermos, or drinking out of cups in general. She had a little flask in the inside of her shirt that held her water, since that's what she grew up using naturally. | "Aye, gracias..."
| She's polite enough to smile and thank the other, waiting for the other to make the next moves before she said anything. Polite but also knowing she was in unknown territory, she wasn't going to get on a mercs bad side. |
V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.
Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.
She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.
Not again. Annoying.
(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)
|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.|
|The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care|
|Why would she care?|
|Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.|
|Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.|
"Miss Pauling sent me"
Upon hearing the voice V startles, right hand moving out of her pocket and reaching for a smoke bomb. She's got her fingers around the thing before she realizes that she's not dying, actually. Just a woman from... somewhere. With a clipboard. Work stuff.
Get it together.
Maybe get some sleep tonight.
It's not like she hadn't tried. The noises kept her up. They didn't have a rhyme or a reason she could determine. Stress, probably. Like everything else. That's probably normal.
"Sorry." She presses the button on the microwave to stop it before continuing. "That's me. Miss Pauling needs something? Is everything alright?"
She automatically assumes something has gone horribly wrong if somebody is actually asking her for help outside of a match.
She refrains from mentioning her name. The interaction might be a little too short for it to matter. She hasn't been called Illusionist in a little while though. It felt a little strange. This place is a job, not a home. It was supposed to be like that, anyway.
| She blinks her eyes blankly at the other, shuffling the papers in her hands as the other fumbled for whatever it was she was looking for. She lifts a questionable brow at V, tilting her head just slightly before she cleared her throat. Right, act professional. Yes, yes. |
"Good to meet you!" | At least it was a woman, not some musty old man like the last merc she had to give a contract to. What was it? Soldier? Something like that. Weird names. |
"Yo creo..." | A slip of her tongue as she tapped her cheek in thought. | "It's a contract, big boss needs ya for something" | There was a hiss in the words 'big boss', as if thinking about her made it all sour. She dips of her heels, swinging her weight back and forth before she held out the folders to the other. |
| Curiosity wins as she pulls her hands back once the papers are taken. |
"This place usually as empty as it is now? Aren't you supposed to have a full crew?" | She asked, raising a brow. It was a group of ten members right? Something like that, she doesn't remember all that well. Interacting with the mercs wasn't part of her daily runs. |
They share a disdain for the woman. Though V can't get caught talking about her like that in here. Her eyes flick back and forth between the assistant in front of her and the camera. Maybe they could discuss her outside sometime.
V eyes the papers and takes them, skimming the first page and deciding to read the rest of it later. She sets them all on the counter and takes the glass out of the microwave, pouring the hot water into her thermos.
"It's nice to meet you too-- oh, what should I call you? You can call me V, by the way. If it's easier." This sounds like it's turning into an actual conversation rather than just a drop off.
V laughs, she knows by her tone that it's not a joke, but it's fucking funny. Solly left, she hasn't seen Shifty in two weeks, who else? Whatever. BLU seems to be having a similar problem. The matches feel quiet, there's less explosions... it's kinda creepy. Maybe that's how it was when there were only 9 members of each team?
"Full crew? Haha! Not for weeks. We've had... several people quit. It's too early for anyone to want to be awake anyway. I'm just making some hot cocoa. Want any?" It wouldn't take very long to make, she's got another thermos in the cupboards... somewhere. She rips open her powder packet exactly on the tear line. It's sort of a strange thing to have so much practice in. She likes her hot cocoa.
| Miss Gi ponders for a moment before glancing to the camera, staring at it dead on for a moment. She didn't like the shudder that rolls up her spine, hands twitching slightly to the gun on her hip. |
| Her feelings for the boss lady was more than just disdain, it was a fury of fire. A abhorrence for her. Miss Gi didn't take kindly to that woman. |
| All interactions with her always ended in some form of threat, always a consequence. |
| She lets her eyes pull away from the camera, her one good eye focusing on the woman in front of her. Lightly pulling her hands away from her waist and letting them drop in front of her. Instinctively she brings one hand up again to run it through her hair, she must have forgotten to put on her hair tie today. |
| As the other woman introduces herself Miss Gi winces, she didn't expect to turn this into a conversation. | "My name isn't easy on English tongues" | She says with a wave of her hand, dropping it to the side after a moment. | "Miss Gi is just fine or Gi" |She shrugs slightly, uniform rustling. |
| Miss Gi scowls a little as the other laughs. What was funny? Scrunching her eyes slightly as her lips pull into a snarl before it drops. Professional, yes yes. Act accordingly. Rolling her shoulders she stands up straight, putting one heel behind the other as if she was going to turn around and walk away, however she doesn't. |
| Early? Miss Gi lifts one hand to check her watch and blinked in surprise. She could have sworn it was late afternoon, not this early. Maybe the event with that robot made her lose track of time. | "I'll have some, gracias" | She drops her hand, resting it on her hip. She wants to ask more questions but glancing at the camera once more she decides to keep it to herself. She could feel the woman's eyes on her, she didn't quite like that. |
V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.
Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.
She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.
Not again. Annoying.
(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)
|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.|
|The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care|
|Why would she care?|
|Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.|
|Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.|
"Miss Pauling sent me"
Upon hearing the voice V startles, right hand moving out of her pocket and reaching for a smoke bomb. She's got her fingers around the thing before she realizes that she's not dying, actually. Just a woman from... somewhere. With a clipboard. Work stuff.
Get it together.
Maybe get some sleep tonight.
It's not like she hadn't tried. The noises kept her up. They didn't have a rhyme or a reason she could determine. Stress, probably. Like everything else. That's probably normal.
"Sorry." She presses the button on the microwave to stop it before continuing. "That's me. Miss Pauling needs something? Is everything alright?"
She automatically assumes something has gone horribly wrong if somebody is actually asking her for help outside of a match.
She refrains from mentioning her name. The interaction might be a little too short for it to matter. She hasn't been called Illusionist in a little while though. It felt a little strange. This place is a job, not a home. It was supposed to be like that, anyway.
| She blinks her eyes blankly at the other, shuffling the papers in her hands as the other fumbled for whatever it was she was looking for. She lifts a questionable brow at V, tilting her head just slightly before she cleared her throat. Right, act professional. Yes, yes. |
"Good to meet you!" | At least it was a woman, not some musty old man like the last merc she had to give a contract to. What was it? Soldier? Something like that. Weird names. |
"Yo creo..." | A slip of her tongue as she tapped her cheek in thought. | "It's a contract, big boss needs ya for something" | There was a hiss in the words 'big boss', as if thinking about her made it all sour. She dips of her heels, swinging her weight back and forth before she held out the folders to the other. |
| Curiosity wins as she pulls her hands back once the papers are taken. |
"This place usually as empty as it is now? Aren't you supposed to have a full crew?" | She asked, raising a brow. It was a group of ten members right? Something like that, she doesn't remember all that well. Interacting with the mercs wasn't part of her daily runs. |
V is in the kitchen, microwaving some water for her hot cocoa. Her thermos is open on the countertop waiting to be useful. She's clicking with the lighter in her pocket while she waits, watching the timer carefully. She wants to stop the alarm from going off, no point in waking anybody up.
Work is tough with so many people leaving, she's picking up way more slack than she thought she would have to. She got a new high score for kills this morning. Delightful.
She ignores the sound of footsteps she hears. She thinks it's in her head. For once, they're real.
Not again. Annoying.
(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)
|Miss Gi had no pleasures in interacting with the men that worked beneath The Administrator. Actually, she hated interacting with anybody, Administrator included. Aside from Miss Pauling she'd have to guess. It was simply a matter of moral, something she found herself a little startled she still had.|
|The woman scoffs quietly as she fiddles with the papers in her arms, organizing them as she always does as she walks down long hallways. She was advised to give a contract to a merc, although she couldn't find any folders on this... What was it... Something about Illusion? She doesn't remember, or well. She doesn't care|
|Why would she care?|
|Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she turned the corner, finally stumbling her way into the kitchen where she was alerted the other would be. As per the information of the camera tucked away in the corner of the room. She clears her throat slowly, having expected to see the boy she almost always sees, what Scout or something? Boy scout. Something. The annoying boy who wouldn't leave Pauling alone. Right yes. Him. She was almost never assigned to give contracts to the other men, just that annoying boy.|
|Much to her pleasant surprise this wasn't that boy, nor did it look like any of the men she knew about. This was someone new! A woman nonetheless! Oh joy! Her tense shoulders drop almost instantly.| "Good morning, uhhh" |She pauses to give a little sticky note on top of her folders a glance.| "Illusionist was it?" |The name falls from her mouth slowly, slurred with a heavy accent that has the word falling off her lips in a clunky manner.|
"Miss Pauling sent me"
[Heels pressed against softened ground while eyes check a wrist watch every so often. She made sure she was going in the right direction but something felt off.]
[Every step led towards an old abandoned town, she had parked not a mile from it but she hadn't seen how- desolate it was.]
[Lonely.]
[She checked the leather holster on her hip one last time, making sure her pistol was in place before she looked up to the big sign on one of the building. Mondy Nine, an abandoned factory.]
[Find the target, eliminate it, leave.]
[That's simple. Right?]
[She presses her hand against one of the old doors, a grumble on her lips when it didn't push open easily. Exerting more force against it she pushes it open, stumbling on her heels. Jolting upright she looked around before starting her walk.]
[Metal. She just had to look out for metal.]
@emotionally-eager-assistant
[There was an eerie silence in the factory walls as the woman trudged lazily through the halls. Her eyes were keen but her body posture remained relaxed.]
[Slowly turning the corner she picked up on the sound of movement and instinctively reached for her holster, shoulders tensing.]
[Peaking around carefully she was met with... Was that a robot?]
[Gears clicking slowly, wires sparking loudly, smoke piling around it. A robot was trying to move its body through the halls, stumbling and trembling ever so slightly. If Miss Gi had to explain what she was seeing she'd describe it as a baby poorly trying to walk. A big- metal... Baby?]
[Metal.]
[She carefully tugs the gun out of its holster, slowly aiming until she hears a hum.]
[In the time she had spent contemplating the thing had turned around enough to see her. She froze as the thing stared at her, its eye-light flickering before it shrunk. Like it was squinting.]
[Miss Gi tensed up at the static hiss of a voice. It was speaking- it was talking to her! That- wasn't possible!]
[Any denial she would have come up with ended short when it started to slowly approach her. Out of everything she had encountered in her line of work she can't say a robot was on her list. She heard about them, Miss Pauling had on countless times told her about them but she had never encountered one on her own.]
[Hadn't she said something about them?]
[She can't recall. But she does know that- this thing was a target.]
[It had to be right? It was the only thing she'd seen so far and metal- so much me-] "PiiE?" [It croaked again, snapping her out of her thoughts.]
[She froze for a moment, thinking.]
"Who's Pie?" [She can't believe she was humoring this. It was a simple job, she never hesitated to kill someone. Something in this occasion.]
[The woman stared idly at the folders in front of her. Something about the way they glared back at her had her on edge. The 'DO NOT OPEN ASSISTANT' note feels as if the words have been twisted into 'DANGER DANGER' and alarms ring in her head.]
[She shakes her head with a sigh and glances at the name of the person she has to deliver it to. Alright, this wasn't so hard now, was it? She folders the name to the back of her mind.]
[She scoops up the folder, turning it in her hand as she stands out of her desk. The legs of her chair scratching against the floorboards.]
“I don’t think I remember the last time I saw a family member. When I joined this job the lady in the purple dress had told me that I would have to cut contact with my family, that this job would require distance. I remember asking ‘why?’ because I couldn’t fathom that idea. I thought this was a simple job, it was to run errands.”
[The woman pauses, trying to figure out her words. Carefully picking at one or the other.]
“To be fair, maybe I should have asked why the pay was so high. I joined because it was high pay, it would help my family, and I’ll admit it does help. From the snooping I’ve done, my mom is doing better, and my father retired. They live off the money I make, and I feel happy. They never did have the best life. They could never afford to give me and my brother a good life, but they really tried. I’m happy that they’re happy. That is all I ever wanted. And my brother,
My brother.
I miss him. I think he’d be disappointed in what I’m doing. This job. The pain I’ve caused and the blood I’ve shed. I don’t think he’d be very happy. But a dead man can’t be upset, so I’m not sure why I think so much about it. Why do I get upset at the prospect of him being upset with me?
Maybe because I miss him?
He was the one who taught me morals and who helped me gain a sense of self. He taught me to be kind, and I think this job erased all of that.”
[She stared at the camera quietly, hearing the whirr of its mechanisms. She frowned and ran a hand through her hair.]
“I regret this job. I really do. I wish I could take it all back. All the contracts I’ve given, all the men I’ve sent to get themselves killed. All the people I killed.” [She speaks mournfully, the frown deepening] “I regret it all.
...
I should burn this before Miss Pauling finds it.” [As if on queue she can hear her name being called out, the door to her room opened to reveal a shorter woman with her hair tied up and glasses on her button nose. She bore a purple dress, a belt wrapped snuggly around her waist as she shifted the papers in her arms.]
“Are you recor-” [The video cuts off with a snap.]
—
[Miss Gi stood over the open flame of the camera she had used. When Miss Pauling walked in she panicked, unsure of what to do, she had taken the contracts offered to her and shooed the shorter woman out of her room. Maybe she overreacted, she didn’t need to burn the entire camera did she???]
[Guess it was back to documenting stuff in her notebook.]
[She shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. She felt a creeping nerve at the prospect of recording the video but almost always documented things, and it just happened to be something she wanted to document. She feared the video would be found and lord if it was found she didn’t need to know that she could be terminated. Quite literally.]
[She felt guilty. Guilty about what? The people she's killed? The men she's sent to get themselves killed? She didn't know if she had the right to feel guilty. She was willingly sending them to death. So why was she feeling guilt, now of all times?] "Esto es estúpido." [She hissed, kicking a clump of sand in frustration.]
I think there's something wrong with my job. It's like the people I give these stupid folders to are scared of something. They're all insane people, most of them kill. So what has them so paranoid?
What are in these things?
Don't tell Miss Pauling I posted this. She'll kick my ass-
[Heels were clicking against tile floors, echoing softly against bland walls. The women that walked quickly across tile floors fiddled with folders in her hands, lightly twisting them and pulling them open to stare at them again and again and again. Trying to memorize it as hard as she possibly could despite already knowing it by heart.]
[She mentally mapped out every corner she turns, brows slightly furrowed as she glanced at the little poorly drawn map on top of the first folder. She frowns a little, Miss Pauling sucks at drawing. She'll make sure to make a comment about that next time.] "Oh! Wait... wrong corner..." [She must have spaced out, walking past where she wished to go. She steps back, tilting her head into the hallway she had just come from. She spotted the door she was seeking out, lined along many others similar in nature. It was the way it was ordered that made her recognize it. Counting the doors under her breath as she approached.]
[She shifts the folders in her arm and slowly makes her way to the door. Knocking lightly on the door. Not over-confident but also not too quiet.] "Um, excuse me, is anyone in there?" [Her voice was polite at first, tinged with a heavy Hispanic accent that slurred her words in a way that made it seem as if English wasn't her first language. She kissed the inside of her teeth, swinging on the balls of her heels as she waited quietly.]
-( @emotionally-eager-assistant )-
"No! Go away!"
Soldier retorts defiantly, hugging the wall behind the door with a shotgun in hand. He scratches his beard as he loads a shell in the chamber, eagerly waiting to pump it into its place. What he didn't seem to notice - or perhaps, care - is that this visit in particular seemed pretty important. She sounded like one of Pauling's. Nevertheless, he figured he could never be to cautious.
"Unless your the delivery guy. Then leave my canned beans by the door and scram!"
[She frowns a little at the yell. Miss Pauling had told her this was how the man would react but she still managed to be a little surprised by it. She glances down at the poorly drawn map to ensure the mans name, which was scribbled urgently into the corner, and sighs.] "Sol-... Soldier? Miss Pauling sent me! I just need to give you some folders! Papeles?" [She murmurs the last to herself.]
[Miss Pauling never implied if it was the whole thing. She flips the top folder open again before closing it with a snap, she can worry about that later, she actually has to convince him to take it if she wanted to worry about that. She can hear some shuffling on the other side but she isn't sure that's human movement.] "Soldado... Que tipo de nombre es eso?" [She murmured to herself in curiosity before shaking her head with a sigh.]
[Miss Pauling told her he'd have some sort of weapon. She takes a defensive step back from the door, speaking with a loud voice in favor of not getting shot at.] "I can slide them under the door if you'd prefer?" [She asks, peering down towards the bottom of the door with a tilt of her head.]
"Take your flyers and shove 'em where the sun don't shine, sister! I got a- wait, what are they for?"
He sturdies himself againsy the wall, and readjusts his grip on his shotgun. If he were able to prepare, he'd have a cigar in his mouth, but unfortunately he'd had a terrible case of the bedrots.
So unlike Soldier to be hiding away. What was he afraid of?
"Under the door. Quick, quick."
It dawned on him that yes, she could be one of Pauling's. Which meant Pauling sent her. Which meant she sent Pauling. His skin crawled. What was this? A bribe? Blackmail? He wasn't giving up on these damn robots. Not a chance. Not a chance!
"Hurry up!" He snapped, his anxiety creeping through his veins, chasing the adrenaline.
"Este cabrón…" [Before Miss Gi continues the thought she inhales softly. She knew better than to mutter things in another language in front of Americans. She learned it the bad way last time and this time the man was armed.]
"They are simple contracts, sir! I can assure you it is nothing you should be worried about." [She spoke calmly, not in a very professional way but she also wasn't unprofessional about it. It was a thin line between normalcy and professionalism. A very thin line.]
[She swung on the balls of her heels, the very movement causing a creak on what she now assumes are moldy floorboards. For someone who gets paid well why does he live here of all places?]
"Except for the last one, I can't say I know what it is. I can only assume it's important." [She muses thoughtfully. She flips through the folders to look at the one that had 'DO NOT OPEN, ASSISTANT' in big bold words on a small piece of paper clipped on the front. She was curious but she also knew not to bite the hand that feeds her, and just because she worked under Miss Pauling didn't mean she was free of her. She liked her job, and life, so while curious she did not pry it open.]
[His snap startles her.] "Yes! I am doing just that!" [She stressed out. She didn't even have a chance to slip the folders under the door before he was already snapping at her. What little patience people have. She kneels and plucks both the horribly drawn map and the little 'do not open' note holding them in her mouth. She pushes the folders through the crack between the door and floor and stands up again. Brushing off some dirt from her pants.]
[She waits a little before she leaves, ensuring he has gotten the folders.]
