Electric Feel

by Guest Tue Sep 27, 2011 5:48 am

{Leading on from Hard-Boiled}

The sun had finally set, and the moon was high in the sky, lighting the street with a faint blue glow. A small smirk crossed the face of the white-suited man as he followed the purple-haired woman towards the place that she lurked. Something about a "tech lair", and he was interested. He reached up to his head and adjusted the hat, looking down slightly as his face was a little shadowed by the dim light. He chuckled, recognizing the streets already, their footsteps causing loud echoes through the empty street, devoid of life. It wasn't that late; there would normally be people out in the streets of North City at this time of day, but it didn't help that this "cross-killer" was out in force. He reached into his pocket and brought out a box of cigarettes. Holding up a hand and making a noise for Rebecca to stop, he placed his briefcase on the ground, leaning it on his leg. He slipped a cigarette out of the box and slid it in between his lips. He placed the box back into the pocket and produced a lighter, putting it up to the cigarette and flicking it. A few flicks later, and the flame was brought out. The heat licked over the end of the small stick, causing it to glow and begin to smoke slightly. Replacing the lighter, he picked up the briefcase again, and holding it down by his side as he followed on again.

"S'rry fer th' wait." He nodded and started to walk forwards, watching the stars in the sky as he walked. To review the day's events, Menoitos had spent an hour or four sitting in a cafe, waiting to see the same contact that he'd been looking to watch for the past week. With no luck, and preparing to give up for the day again, he had come across an interesting woman. Not only had she managed to figure him out, but she'd offered to assist him in his investigation of this 'cross killer'. He smirked at the thought of this, and remembered their watching of the contact and the stranger with a slight blush on his cheeks. Heh. They'd kissed, in that alley, watching from the corners of their eyes and listening to the men speak to each other. His hat had recorded the conversation; and they were going towards her lair in order to further check the records of the hat. He chuckled, before hearing a voice from behind him:

"Menoitos! What are you doing on the streets at this time of ni--oh, OHHHHH..." Rebecca wasn't the only one with contacts, and as Menoitos turned around, a rather short and portly man was running towards the pair, puffing and holding onto his hat. With a soft sigh, Menoitos shook his head. As usual, got the wrong idea. But that man was one of the best contacts with the city's underbelly, Franz Pechi. He chuckled, and watched him slow to a walk, puffing heavily. "H...hold on... I'll... catch... my breath..." Meno nodded, looking back at Rebecca and giving her a sideways glance that said; 'psh, this guy's a card', before looking back at Franz. His eye was covered again, and the man chuckled. "You went after the contact again?" A curt nod from the white-suited man, "Good. Just... I got one more lead for you, I dunno if it'll help." Hm? Meno cocked his head to the side. Strange. Why was he so eager to give up his information? And why did the man look like he was in pain? No matter, Meno sighed, "G'on." Franz nodded and readjusted his clothing, "The next target received a card tonight. A young girl, goes to the local High School, by the name of Eira Shean." Menoitos nodded, and turned away, waving a hand lazily, "Awright. I'll look in'o her tomorrow. G'night, Franz." The man nodded hastily and turned away, "G'night, Menoitos, g'night, madam. I hope you two... (A light chuckle) ...have fun~" Footsteps resounded behind them, and Menoitos approached Rebecca with a chuckle.

"Tha' was fun. Anyways, we almost there? 'Cuz me own office is nearby, over there, in fact." He raised a hand in order to point out the building that his office was in, before putting it back at his mouth, drawing in a breath, bringing out the cigarette and pushing out a plume of smoke into the air, drawing shapes in the wind...

by Guest Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:19 pm

As night began to descend upon North City, it brought the cold with it. What a day... She had started out normal enough. She was on the Ole Miss, offering up reports and new information for Sal to look over at her leisure. Hopefully she'd find some of it interesting. The usual wandering around the ship, checking in with people.... kinda boring considering what she had just come from. No explosions, inherent possibility of death, no 12 year old in giant mecha suits... Then the early evening had come. She met a mysterious, handsome stranger who was now her partner and they were heading to her den to work on the case. At least the sky was clear, offering a rather splendid view of the stars... until the lights came on. But lingering would probably not be best considering the "cross-killer" was about. Didn't matter if she was a part of a secret organization that dealt with saving the world, still better to be safe than sorry. Glancing over to her new partner, Rebecca couldn't help but notice how he tilted his hat down more, his chuckle reaching her ears. Perhaps this was a familiar street to him? His office was here after all. She couldn't help but wonder if it was close by.

Slowing in her step upon his gesture, she observed with a small smirk of her own as he lit up a cigarette. Almost felt obligated to light one up herself. It did smell rather enticing.... Now now, she was trying to cut back. Only smoke when the stress levels had shot through the roof. Now was NOT one of those times at all. She was quite happy to be completely honest, or at the very least content with the world. Her eyes slid down Menoitos' body, coming to rest upon the briefcase that leaned against his leg. She knew he didn't have much information on this case, so what was inside there? "Ya know, your briefcase rather quoite completes tha whole 'noir' feel ya go' goin'." She chuckled softly, her gaze sliding away up towards the sky. "S'rry fer th' wait." She shook her head slightly before turning her head back towards him. "Dun worry 'bout i'." Not like it would take them that long to get there, nor was she in a huge rush.

No... Her mind was thinking of at least four different things at once. One being this newfound friend and partnership with the man that followed behind her. Not that she really believed in fate or any of that, but it was kinda crazy how she had just decided to go to the cafe that day at that time. And for once she followed her gut instinct with little to no hesitation. Usually she had to think those things out, even if she did believe in carpe diem. Sometimes ill consequences were had by acting too hastily. Then that whole kiss in the alley... Her eyes peeked out from the corner of her eye at him, wondering if that was a hint of color she saw in his cheeks. Heh, was he thinking about it too? Entirely possible given his initial reaction to the whole thing. Then there was the case itself...

"Menoitos!" Rebecca paused mid-step and turned on her heel, half of her body turning to look at the man that was running to catch up to them. A chuckle escaped her at his assumption, continuing forward a few more steps to allow them a bit of privacy. She was a pirate. Such strange or random occurrences were half expected in her line of work! Though Meno's look hadn't gone unnoticed. This informant was amusing in the fact he could certainly fit some sort of stereotype. Maybe in a video game or a movie or book. The tubby man who sweated a lot, but knew things? Always a bit nervous, trying to be bigger than he really was. Generally harmless and well-meaning though. Crimson eyes glanced about the street, noting how there was lack of police force being shown this night. Either they didn't have the men, or they didn't want to spook this killer. But judging from how efficient and careful this "cross-killer" was, she seriously doubted a strong police force would make a difference in vision or not. Still, the contacts words rose up into her mind. "I shall create the false trail, make the police think that I'm after a different target, maybe someone close to her. It shall be glorious, as per usual...". Possible that they were already being diverted. He might even have someone within that force. That was a troubling thought. Only a possibility at this point, not like anything was confirmed. They knew so little.

Her partner's voice cut into her thoughts, reminding her that they'd get to ponder this all they wished once they got to the flotilla. Hmm, so the man's name was Franz. Name was familiar. Perhaps she should check into him in her free time. Confirm that he hadn't been compromised. Though he was Menoitos' informant, he probably knew him far better than her. Assumptions were never the best thing to make. Her eyes fell upon him as he walked up, an amused smirk upon her lips as a hand rested on her hip.

"Tha' was fun. Anyways, we almost there? 'Cuz me own office is nearby, over there, in fact."

Wait, it was-- Oh now that was just ironic. She couldn't help but look rather stunned as her gaze followed to where he pointed, her snicker growing into a light laugh. Guess that answered her previous thought. Nodding, her smile was filled with her amusement, pointing to the building directly across the street from his office. "Tis. I'm roigh' there." More chuckles spilled forth as she drew out her keys, certainly a formality given what security she had set up. Her den was her life. If it was compromised, so much could just... go wrong. A few minutes later, they stood before the outside doors, unlocking it before heading into the vestibule.

Heading up to the third floor, the building having clearly seen some better days. She wasn't sure if he'd pick up on the tiny camera's she had hidden to observe the hallway and stairwell, but she knew they were watching. The key slid in with ease, twisting the lock before drifting inside, holding the door open for him. "Sorry if theres some mess. Usually i's clean, bu' i's also loike I dun ge' many visi'ors, ye ge' me? In fac... You moigh' be the first." She had to mull that over in her mind as he stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind them. Without waiting for a possible response, she took long strides to the alarm panel about ten feet into the room, punching in the code to turn that off. Five...six... seven... Holding three of the buttons down longer than the rest, there was a soft beep that signaled all was clear. A gentle, woman's voice spoke softly, "Welcome back Quarian." Oh. Right. Uh...

Spinning about, she chuckled nervously as she scratched the back of her head, unbuttoning her jacket. Maybe he'd ask, maybe he wouldn't. Didn't matter. She trusted him enough to bring him here. She could trust him with enough to tell him more should the question come up. Sliding the black fabric from her shoulders, it was revealed that the very top of her rather interesting shirt-leotardish thing was a halter, encircling her neck while leaving her back relatively exposed. Laying it over a chair with little care, she pulled her unique sunglasses from her pocket and placed them upon the kitchen table. "Edi, configuration moon, ripple, forest. "Also, this is Menoitos. He is a guest. He has complete access, ok?" She spoke her accent suddenly gone, listening to the confirmation to her request. "Understood. Reconfiguring now. " Straightening, she suddenly realized how self-conscious she was about him being here despite the fact she really shouldn't. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and flashed him a smile while gesturing for him to come inside.

"By all means, make yourself comfor'able." Rebecca was already walking towards a door on the far side of the normal enough appearing apartment. Then she opened that door. Turns out she kind of requisitioned for her to own the rest of the rooms on that floor. And for good reason. The windows were hidden from view by blinds that were shut tight, a coating she had programmed covering it to keep prying eyes from looking within. Gadgets lined some of the tables that were along the well, a couple of rooms for super processors and servers hidden off behind a glass room that was kept at proper temperatures for them to work at peak efficiency. There was a plain bed with a couple of blankets and a pillow against the one wall inside the center glass room where there was her pride and joy. Her livelihood. Twelve monitors each measuring at around 15" were configured in a semi-circle around three keyboards that rested upon an elegant looking black desk of modern design, a single wheely chair in the center of the set-up. The towers that each were hooked up to were hidden from sight, kept out of the way. They were already on and each showed a different screen. One had profiles of those involved with the war with Drachma, another was filled with code that kept switching and moving. You could say she kept busy yeah...

Pointing to the first door along the wall to their right from the door, she turned and looked at him. "Tha's a bathroom. The nex' two are an armory. Go' a gues' room back in there. Ki'chen is clearly 'ere too." To that she pointed behind them in that normal looking apartment. Business time. The glass room in the center was a rectangle that filled the center of the room in an even measurement that would make a mathematician happy, everything about this room somehow rather calculated. "Roigh', ano'er chair..." The doors to the central hub (for lack of a better word) slid open, waiting for them to enter as she walked to one of the work tables on the far side for him to sit on. Bringing it moments later up to the elaborate computer, she cleared her throat and took another deep breath. "Ok, shall we?" With that she sat down in her chair, moving the mouse along the desk top to choose a screen, her fingers already moving across the keys to flick away some of the things that were displayed.

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by Guest Wed Sep 28, 2011 11:01 am

"Tis. I'm roigh' there." Oh, sweet irony. Menoitos couldn't help but chuckle a little at this, giving a slight smirk at the pointing finger aiming directly at the building across the street. Ah, he remembered that building. Once someone had mentioned strange noises coming from the third floor, and the windows were blacked out at all times. He had thought to check it out, knocked on the door... and promptly given up. That was simply because he honestly didn't care for that sort of job. Nobody had answered, so he had turned back and left. Fair enough, of course, if a job was a waste of your time, you obviously don't earn the money properly. Menoitos knew that as well as most. They reached the semi-familiar door, and she set about to unlock it. Strange. Why would something that was supposedly a techie's den... be that easy to open? No, there had to be more. He placed his hand onto his chin, tapping the flesh and wondering. He'd noticed several reflections in the area, but wasn't sure if they were alarm systems or cameras. Hm. The man thought it over as he accepted her offer to go into the room first, "Sorry if theres some mess. Usually i's clean, bu' i's also loike I dun ge' many visi'ors, ye ge' me? In fac... You moigh' be the first." He thought back to his office... no, no need. His office was certainly not clean. He laughed dryly, and looked back at her slightly.

"Y'should see th'office sometime then. It's a shambles on th'good days." He grinned at her, before suddenly taking a step back and blinking. Huh. So, once she'd put in the code, a woman's voice softly spoke out in a language that he... understood? Ah, Amestrian. Quarian? What a strange nickname. Then again, for once being called Wrath, he had no real qualms with people having other names. The woman turned towards him and unbuttoned her jacket, and Menoitos finally had his first proper look at her physical form. She had a nice body, to the discerning eye. An hourglass figure, of sorts, yet also slim and muscular. It was, in his opinion... sexy. Yup. All evidence pointed to the same conclusion. While he slowly dropped his white coat off his shoulders, the woman spoke to the computer system again, before saying something in Amestrian that caused him to blink slightly, "Also, this is Menoitos. He is a guest. He has complete access, ok?" Eh? That was a bit earlier than he'd thought. He accepted her offer, taking her up on the beckon to bring him inside, letting the coat hang down on his back as he crossed the threshold between the outside and the inside.

"If that's th'case, 'Becca, then y'can come an' go from m'office as y'please." He flashed his own confident smile, as she spoke back, "By all means, make yourself comfor'able." He nodded, placing the briefcase onto a free surface, folding up the coat neatly and putting it next to it with a soft smile on his face. His free eye naturally followed Rebecca's curves now, and as she opened the door, he blinked a few times, just to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. Gods, that was it, was it? That was why the place was blacked off... He smirked. Mystery solved. "Tha's a bathroom. The nex' two are an armory. Go' a gues' room back in there. Ki'chen is clearly 'ere too." He nodded, and then picked up the briefcase off the table, bringing it with him and slowly walking into the room behind her, making sure to not touch anything too sensitive, lest he damage something beyond repair. Chuckling internally, he stepped into the room and walked behind her, taking a seat where she showed him, making sure to follow her instructions exactly to the letter.

"Righ'. We shall." Removing the hat from his head, he pulled the tape out of the recorder and slid it across the table to Rebecca. While one would normally expect this sort of tape to be ancient, Menoitos had invested in one that recorded to a small USB drive, for sake of technological advancement in the world. "I can get the shit off it easy, but the background noise migh' make it hard t'use as evidence, if we do take it to th'coppers. He nodded, remembering the amount of noise THEY made, and wondering if it'd affect the quality of the recording. "Tha's where y'come in. If we can get rid of most o'th' backgroun' noise, then we migh' have a shot. But I dunno if it'd be enoug'. Franz tol' me about Eira Shean, so look'er up while yer at it. Friends, associates, the like. Th' man wi'th' contact said that he'd put th' callin' card to a dif'rent girl, so tha' migh' be th' case." He could use a computer rather competently, he just didn't trust himself to use one of her machines right now...

by Guest Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:43 pm

Heh, maybe she would have to stop by this office sometime. From the sounds of it, it seemed like it might be messy. Again, like in the films. Which amused her to no end. The fact that he seemed surprised at Edi's voice was something that she could hardly blame, especially if you weren't that used to tech stuff. The fact she had an AI was unusual in itself. Not her fault her programming skills were rather.... extensive. As expected, he remained in control once the initial startle was gone.

It felt much better to be rid of her jacket despite the cold that settled in the North. Sometimes it just felt... restrictive. Besides, she was in her own home. What did it matter? However.... She could feel his eye upon her and it made her inwardly smirk. She had admired the view of him, only fair he should get to as well hm? Besides, they just sorta made out in an alleyway (even if for a case), what did it matter? Glancing back as he spoke again, she raised an eyebrow at the nickname and chuckled, almost hesitating before a smile reached her lips. Huh. Nobody had called her that before. It usually was Becky, some sort of pun, or a movie reference. Never Becca. She wasn't sure if it was just because it was him or the novelty, but she really really liked it.

Was he really so surprised that she would allow him such clearance? Actually... Her eyes slid along the walls, knowing that Edi would probably speak to her later about that. Offer her "sage advice" per normal. Sometimes she swore she had two mothers. "Edi, run the numbers again on the Mariella cartel. I realize that Julio has a rather specific agreement with them, but I don't believe they are remaining sincere." "Of course Rebecca." The Esparian words flowed forth as he pulled the recorder out of his hat, quickly finishing up the last bit of code for another program she had been working on before she reached a hand to grasp the USB drive. All the while her eyes darted between the numerous screens, a couple returning to a neutral background as if to say they were done their work. They began to converge to form one image, soon the rest following suite.

"I can get the shit off it easy, but the background noise migh' make it hard t'use as evidence, if we do take it to th'coppers. Tha's where y'come in. If we can get rid of most o'th' backgroun' noise, then we migh' have a shot. But I dunno if it'd be enoug'. Franz tol' me about Eira Shean, so look'er up while yer at it. Friends, associates, the like. Th' man wi'th' contact said that he'd put th' callin' card to a dif'rent girl, so tha' migh' be th' case."

Bending to the left, she twisted around the corner of the desk and plugged the USB drive in, uploading the recording as she listened to him. Touching a finger to her lips, she glanced up to the screen to check the progress before turning her ruby eyes to meet his amber gaze. "Then 'eres also 'at Markov charac'er. Lito too..." She drifted off as she heard a little ding, turning to face the set up in front of her. Her mouse zoomed all over the screens, opening a few programs up. One was for the recording, sliding that in there for it to analyze for her. "Edi, please run that. Focus on Markov and the man he's talking to. Remove background sounds unless immediately tied to those two persons...." Her hands shifted to the right most keyboard, glancing over the code that ran over the right bottom corner screen.

"Separate search. Name: Markov. Drachman. Clearly aiding in some way. May be from outside of North City, but start with possible information here. Name: Eira Shean. Blonde, green eyes. Honor student at North City High School. Check into those close to her, all that jazz." Her hands shifted to the leftmost keyboard now, the rest of her body surprisingly still. "Cross reference for theological ties. Sun God, Lito. Include any relating data to our location. Cults, places of worship, sacred sites, etc." It was quiet for a moment, then came "Processing. Please don't forget to attend to your guest. Also, some of the progress reports from Drachma have come in while you were out. Do you wish to look at them now?"

Finally her hands came away from the three keyboards in front of her, finally seeming to blink as she glanced between the work that Edi had begun. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly as if she were coming out of a trance, leaning back in her chair before swinging it around to face him. "Done. No Edi, I'll look at 'em la'er. Thank ye." With that, her eyes refocused upon him, brushing her bangs from her eye as her self-conscious nature suddenly sprang up. Uh... right... guest... Um.... Smacking her lips slowly together in thought, she pulled her fingerless gloves off. The rather intricate tattoos upon the palms of her hands was revealed, not that she really cared given who he used to be. Still quite the interesting development there. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to ask about that or not.

Right. Guest. "Er... 'at'll take a bi' to run. D'ya need anythin'? Coffee, booze, tea? A crack rock the soize o' your 'ead?" The last was a joke, chuckling as she folded her hands in her lap. She appeared so calm, but in reality she was a bit nervous. It was usually just her and Edi. Hell, sometimes she just sat around in her skivvies and worked.

by Guest Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:14 pm

Her reaction to calling her 'Becca was priceless, in his opinion. She'd raised an eyebrow at it. Most people would've tried to correct him, or maybe tell him that their nickname is not that, it's this, or some bullshit along those lines. People rarely accepted shortenings of their names, he rarely denied it to people; he liked being called Meno sometimes, especially by those he was close to. And as it was, it seemed that this pair would be growing closer over the cases, he felt. With a soft smirk, he watched her speak in Esparian, a language he hadn't bothered to learn, as of yet. As she took the USB drive, he finally took the eyepatch off again, allowing him better depth perception and vision; watching the images on the screens all converge to create one, interested beyond belief. The eye glowed slightly in the lowered light levels, and Meno sighed and stretched, bringing up a leg and resting his right foot on his left thigh.

"Then 'eres also 'at Markov charac'er. Lito too..." He slowly got up from his position, and traveled along the side of the desk, staying about a metre behind her and planting a hand on the desk itself, leaning over slightly, sighing, "Markov, I ain't sure. He ain't ever shown up on th'radar b'fore. Leto, on th'other hand... S'an old god. Origin'lly a false god brought to th' town of Liore 'bout hundred years or so ago. Never r'lly thought much 'bout it, they were just ol' stories that I heard passin' through, but one big thing stayed th'same. Leto's th' god that people refer to when one's tryin' to manipulate others into actin'. They migh' be total b'lievers, they migh' just be fanatics tryin' to make a statement. Either way, it ain't good." He held up a finger to his chin, and stood up straight, thinking it over for a second.

"Edi, please run that. Focus on Markov and the man he's talking to. Remove background sounds unless immediately tied to those two persons...." Xingese. The programming was multi-language, able to be spoken to directly in any choice of language. Meant that one could go ahead and program any speech pattern in without too much difficulty. He had his own question to ask. Turning to the side, he slid himself onto the table, thinking, while Rebecca continued to speak and order Edi, "Separate search. Name: Markov. Drachman. Clearly aiding in some way. May be from outside of North City, but start with possible information here. Name: Eira Shean. Blonde, green eyes. Honor student at North City High School. Check into those close to her, all that jazz. Cross reference for theological ties. Sun God, Lito. Include any relating data to our location. Cults, places of worship, sacred sites, etc." A second or so of silence, and then the AI replied. Hm. Interesting. Shuffling across the table a little, he reached over and slid his briefcase towards him and placed it between the pair, clicking it open and pulling up the lid with a small smirk crossing his lips.

Inside, only half of the briefcase was shown, the other half covered by a dark piece of steel that hid away the small rocket launcher inside. He didn't bother too much with that, only pulling out a few pieces of paper and a pen, starting to scribble down notes and thoughts of his own, before looking up at the computer thoughtfully, "Edi, if y'got a couple of spare slots o'memory left, run somethin' else for me willya?" He thought over his request for a half-second, before speaking again, "I don't think th'police is givin' me everythin'. Can y'run a secure search, untraced? Keywords: 'cross killer', 'Markov', 'ED1864'." The third keyword he gave was the case file number, gleaned off of the desk of the North City Chief of Homicide's desk when they had last met. He nodded briefly, and stepped off the desk, placing the briefcase back into the middle, closing it and turning towards Rebecca, who had now spoken to him, "Er... 'at'll take a bi' to run. D'ya need anythin'? Coffee, booze, tea? A crack rock the soize o' your 'ead?" He chuckled, looking at the tattoos on her hands. Ah, an Alchemist with her hands? He smiled and pulled a glove out of one of his pockets, sliding it onto his hand and showing her the palm.

"I ain't gon' survive Sharlie Cheen shit these days. I'm an Alchemist now, not a Homunculus." He wasn't gonna lie, "Y'already know how I like m'coffee, right? Mind addin' a shot'o'whiskey to th'mix?" He nodded and turned away for a half-second, "An' we be'ter talk 'bout our strengths. It'd be a bitch if we came across some threa' and neither o'us were able to work togeth'r." He smirked at the woman and started to walk out of the room, picking up the briefcase and wandering out, letting her gather her thoughts before she came back in, taking a seat in the living area and yawning slightly, looking over at the windows and thinking it over. To think, three weeks ago he'd knocked on that door and expected to never come in here.

by Guest Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:47 am

It was now that Rebecca realized that he had taken off his eyepatch again, the soft glow it emitted rather suiting to the atmosphere of the low lights that shone upon the tech filled room. Really, maybe she should try to develop a robotic eye by somehow combining her knowledge with alkahestry. Granted, she'd have to find an alkahestrist who would be willing to help her on that. Not quite likely. Blinking twice, she had to stay rooted in the world as it was now, with Meno. Not binary and code. She was a human, not a robot. Heh, sometimes she did have to tell herself that.

"Markov, I ain't sure. He ain't ever shown up on th'radar b'fore. Leto, on th'other hand... S'an old god. Origin'lly a false god brought to th' town of Liore 'bout hundred years or so ago. Never r'lly thought much 'bout it, they were just ol' stories that I heard passin' through, but one big thing stayed th'same. Leto's th' god that people refer to when one's tryin' to manipulate others into actin'. They migh' be total b'lievers, they migh' just be fanatics tryin' to make a statement. Either way, it ain't good."

Rebecca was listening as she typed even though her focus was upon her work, a grimace forming on her lip. Oh. Thats true. She had glanced over articles on Liore before because a client was trying to trace something or some sort. The details were lost as she had moved onwards. Glancing briefly towards him as he moved about her, there was some small part of her brain that was very aware of where he was and in what proximity to the things of her work. Well, as long as he stayed in this glass room, she wasn't quite as concerned. All of the random parts and bits out in the large room about them she would be more concerned. Some were frustratingly delicate. Though he was careful, that was obvious by her observations of him.

"It is indeed "Leto" Rebecca. I'll bring up the files." Came the seemingly calm response from the AI she had written, causing her to blink and become quite flustered as her brows furrowed. "Oh shut it Edi." She muttered, her eyes glancing to his briefcase as he opened it, unable to really peek inside, but the movement still drew her attention for a second before returning to her typing. One of the screens that remained free of work suddenly had the picture of a rather vague human head that was clearly feminine, staring now at him with a very even gaze. "Of course Menoitos. I have no shortage of free space." The personification of the AI seemed to consider his request before nodding once more. "I already have several back-routes into their servers, give me a few moments." With that, the face vanished, instead replaced with a few files that popped up from both of their requests.

So he had noticed her tattoos on her hands, glancing between them before turning her palms upwards so he might get a better look should he wish to. She wasn't terribly concerned about him copying her circle or some of the crazy stories she had seen when just surfing the various networks. People could be so ridiculous. Laughing lightly at his joke, observing as he slid the glove onto his hand. An eyebrow raised as she bent a bit closer to look at the circle there, following the curves and symbols there. "Makes sense... I knew you weren' no Homonculus no more. Or well, given the file, your reappearance and your eye, i's no' loike i's hard ta guess." She murmured, still observing his alchemy circle, not looking up to meet his gaze until she was already done talking.

"Y'already know how I like m'coffee, right? Mind addin' a shot'o'whiskey to th'mix?"

She couldn't help but chuckle, a smile rising to her lips as she pushed herself up, the chair sliding out behind her. "O'course. D'ya 'ave a preference? Go' a few koinds." She called as she walked across the long stretch that was her den towards the apartment front after him. "An' we be'ter talk 'bout our strengths. It'd be a bitch if we came across some threa' and neither o'us were able to work togeth'r." She slowed in her step, still about ten feet from the door leading back to the apartment. Huh. How did she answer that? "Edi, please explain." She spoke softly before heading into the kitchen to make them both some twisted coffee, moving past him as he sat down in the living room.

There was a faint beep as the AI she had created accessed the necessary files to complete her task. "Acknowledged. Full clearance granted to highly classified files. Rebecca Wong. Codenames: The Quarian. Tali Zorah vas Normandy. Morganna Moncrieff. Second officer accepted into the Spectre program. Spectre's: highly trained, experienced professionals who complete missions that will aid the greater good. Rebecca's quaint phrase for it is, "saving the world." Quarian's qualification: High proficiency with pistols and knives. Technological expertise. General ability to escape situations when necessary. Analytical skills. Interrogation skills. Ability to complete a task with as little collateral damage as possible. Compassion for fellow humans. Alchemical abilities. Linguistics--"

"A'roigh' a'roigh' tha's quoite enough." Rebecca suddenly interrupted, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she approached where he had sat down. She wasn't sure why, but she felt... uncomfortable almost at the explanation given. She couldn't quite place her finger on why though. Offering him his coffee, she sipped at her own and sat down in the chair next to him on the couch, slowly swallowing. "She's... thorough. Heh, bu' I programmed her tha' way so wot can I do?" She murmured softly, her crimson gaze distant as it wasn't really focusing on any particular direction, blinking a couple of times as if snapping out of it. This was so strange. She never thought she'd be sharing that information with anyone anytime soon. Especially not a man she had literally just met earlier that day. "I still fi' tha' stereotoipe abou' techie's though. I can sor' of foigh'. I'm best a' a distance. Dun' mean I can' foigh' my way ou' somehow." She added with a small chuckle, unable to not look into those eyes of his. Sure the one glowed so that was rather gripping, but even the color. Well... and who wouldn't want to look into a handsome face like his eh?

by Guest Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:36 am

"Makes sense... I knew you weren' no Homonculus no more. Or well, given the file, your reappearance and your eye, i's no' loike i's hard ta guess." Oh/ THere was a file on him? That was certainly interesting; he'd have to take a look at his file sometime, maybe later. Maybe after Edi had finished with whatever she was doing, 'cuz he didn't want to make his wait for some of this information longer, "O'course. D'ya 'ave a preference? Go' a few koinds." He chuckled, "Jack Daniels." No more needed to be said when it was Jack involved, and then he turned back to the screen and sighed softly, watching the feminine face carefully. It would've been disconcerting for him, y'know? To have something like this in the office would be both useful and worrying. So he was happy with the simplicity of it all. He crossed a leg over one of his and leaned back in the chair, tapping his fingers on the table, ]"Edi, please explain." Hm? Explain? He blinked in surprised, and waited for the AI to speak.

"Acknowledged. Full clearance granted to highly classified files. Rebecca Wong. Codenames: The Quarian. Tali Zorah vas Normandy. Morganna Moncrieff. Second officer accepted into the Spectre program. Spectre's: highly trained, experienced professionals who complete missions that will aid the greater good. Rebecca's quaint phrase for it is, "saving the world." Quarian's qualification: High proficiency with pistols and knives. Technological expertise. General ability to escape situations when necessary. Analytical skills. Interrogation skills. Ability to complete a task with as little collateral damage as possible. Compassion for fellow humans. Alchemical abilities. Linguistics--" ...

"..." He sighed, and facepalmed. Like, literally facepalmed, and shook his head. That was unnecessary, so very very unnecessary. Looking up, Meno chuckled as she spoke out, "A'roigh' a'roigh' tha's quoite enough." Heh. She took the seat next to him, and he offered the deep black liquid gratefully, taking a sip and sighing in relief. That was... good coffee, "She's... thorough. Heh, bu' I programmed her tha' way so wot can I do?" He shook his head and laughed softly, "A simple 'I'm good wit' a knife an' can do shi' wi'thout hurtin' people'd have sufficed." However, since she had taken the courtesy of being able to reveal so much to him, he would do the same very soon. He expected her to say more, at the very least, "I still fi' tha' stereotoipe abou' techie's though. I can sor' of foigh'. I'm best a' a distance. Dun' mean I can' foigh' my way ou' somehow." He chuckled in reply to her's, noticing that her eyes were locked with his. He liked that, seeing someone so entranced by his eyes. At least... she wasn't looking at him like he was some kind of freak, y'know? The man turned away on the couch and looking onto the distance, thinking it over slightly.

"Menoitos. Once codenamed Ares, Temujin, Chafka an' Anaris, though I'll be damned if y'can call me tha' anymore. Used t'be Wrath, as I 'ave said," He raised the cup to his lips and took another sip of the coffee before continuing, "Worked as a merc f'r a while, took any payin' job I coul' get. Almost helpe' some madman destroy half th' world's population, before turnin' aroun' and stoppin' his operation. After Greed took m'powers, I starte' to learn Alchemy. I was somehow a normal human, so I could do it. My Alchemy area was, an' still is, pressure. But back then I was a swordsman. 'ad me a pair of swords, too. Skill an' Finesse. They're hangin' on the back wall o' my office; I hung'em up the day after I killed Greed. Used hyper-diamond; the only thing that could cut through 'is Ultimate Shield, bastard nearly killed me too." He laughed softly, and shook his head, thinking more on it, "Now I'm a gunman. Raise th'pressure in a bullet enoug', an' it'll turn aroun' and fire harder at th' target. S'what I do. Simple, y'know? I got other skills too, though. Can read people, tell when they're lyin', tell when they're hidin' things. Never used t'be able to do it, migh' be b'cause I got no hate in m'heart anymore. Lost all that hate when I killed Greed. 'e killed Sloth too. He didn' just take 'er powers, he straight-out killed her and stole 'er core. Doin' that t'an innocent girl, couldn' forgive 'im." He sighed and looked down, closing his eyes slightly, "Other than tha', I ain't got much else I c'n say that ain' in y'files already. But there. I tol' you 'bout the same of wha' y'told me, so we're even. Equivalent Exchange. Somethin' I agreed with, even as a Homunculus. As f'r m'current job, well y'know tha' already." He turned back to her and offered a reassuring smile, showing that he didn't mind sharing this much, as long as she kept it to herself. There were not many who would be willing to use this against him; but he didn't want to risk it.

And as he slowly sipped the hot coffee next to Rebecca, he felt his face heat up slightly, and his heart beating heavily in his chest...

by Guest Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:29 pm

Excellent, she had put the right whiskey in, that being her default choice anyways as well. You just couldn't go wrong with it! She had glanced over once while she had been making their coffee, as if she were almost embarrassed about her skills. Oh aye, she was proud of them but...when they were just laid bare like that? Sounded somehow... off. She didn't know. To see him facepalm at Edi's bluntness was rather amusing nonetheless, chuckling to herself as she stirred. Her's had only a bit of sugar, otherwise left black much like his. She just couldn't go for straight black though, too harsh. Almost took the fun out of it! And coffee was there to be enjoyed right? Well, besides consumed in unhealthy amounts to stay awake but that was besides the point. "A simple 'I'm good wit' a knife an' can do shi' wi'thout hurtin' people'd have sufficed." Hah, now wasn't that the truth?

He didn't seem at all bothered by how she held his gaze, his chuckle bringing a smile to her lips. Some people got freaked out by that stuff. Heh, maybe there was something to that old belief that the "eyes are the windows to the soul." So what did that say about her hm? It was an amusing thought. As he turned away to ponder his answer, she sipped at her mug and was again pleased by how well it had turned out, her tongue sliding over her lips as she gave him his time to think. Not like she had been exactly prepared to answer stuff about herself. Ares. God of War. Fitting for someone who used to be the homonculus of Wrath. Nodding once, she leaned back into the poofy cushions of the couch, listening quietly as he spoke.

It was rather fascinating to hear his story. After all, its not like you talk to someone who used to be a Homonculus everyday! She had always wondered what their lives had been like, if they had always been that way or not. What had they gone through? Sure the history books and various files offered information and speculation, but.... she still always had questions by the end of it. Now, she had a firsthand account. But it was more than merely professional curiosity. She was genuinely interested in his life. Sometimes she sort of just zoned out at times like this, not now.

"Now I'm a gunman. Raise th'pressure in a bullet enoug', an' it'll turn aroun' and fire harder at th' target. S'what I do. Simple, y'know? I got other skills too, though. Can read people, tell when they're lyin', tell when they're hidin' things. Never used t'be able to do it, migh' be b'cause I got no hate in m'heart anymore. Lost all that hate when I killed Greed. 'e killed Sloth too. He didn' just take 'er powers, he straight-out killed her and stole 'er core. Doin' that t'an innocent girl, couldn' forgive 'im."

That caused her to raise an eyebrow. Oh, she knew how it felt to face a seemingly innocent girl. It was such... it just wasn't fair. But Greed.... Well, he was Greed. Should she honestly be surprised? Meno's reaction though, that was something she had wondered about. He did retain that compassionate nature that he had shown before, so uncharacteristically for a homonculus. Resisting the temptation to touch his shoulder for now, she let him finish since he clearly wasn't quite finished. "Other than tha', I ain't got much else I c'n say that ain' in y'files already. But there. I tol' you 'bout the same of wha' y'told me, so we're even. Equivalent Exchange. Somethin' I agreed with, even as a Homunculus. As f'r m'current job, well y'know tha' already."

Thus it was finished. They had opened the door for the other, let them step in a bit further within themselves. She found the corners of her mouth tilting upward as a rather bright smile spread across her features, sliding an arm around his shoulders to rub his arm in a sort of half-hug you could say. Just felt like the right thing to do you know? "I's only fair. Sor' of loike Hammurabi's laws. Worked back 'en didn' i'?" Chuckling lightly, her arm slid away though her body didn't quite move, noticing how there almost seemed to be some color in his cheeks.... Or was that just her?

Placing her hands in her lap, she held her mug there and looked down into it in thought, wondering how long it had been since she had connected with someone on such a level as he. Made her sort of giddy she had to admit, not that she'd ever show that! "I am detecting an increased temperature from both of you, shall I adjust the thermostat?" Goddamn you Edi. Now Rebecca clearly blushed, pushing herself up from the couch as she cleared her throat and began to step towards the door leading back to her workshop. "Dammit Edi, no. Temperature is... is... fine." She muttered, brushing her bangs aside even though they didn't really need to be. Nervous habit. Taking a good gulp from her mug, she exhaled slowly and turned to face him, her crimson eyes bright and... focused. Maybe. Right, distraction!

"Mos' of 'em files should be done." Gesturing with her thumb back towards the other room, she managed a smirk before spinning about on the balls of her feet, cursing how awkward she probably seemed right now. Bugger it all.

by Guest Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:10 pm

The arm went around his back. That touch caused his mind to flutter for a second, before the woman spoke and broke the confusion in his mind, "I's only fair. Sor' of loike Hammurabi's laws. Worked back 'en didn' i'?" He nodded. Hammurabi. The sixth King of Babylon, and the man who controlled the entire land of Mesopotamia. He could compare the man to Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk who controlled almost every treasure; however Hammurabi did something different. He created Law. Order. It was, to be honest, great. The man smiled softly, and tried to move his arm around to give her an awkward half-hug back, before they broke apart. Honestly, his half-hug hit the woman's back, sadly. But, hey. It was something. "I am detecting an increased temperature from both of you, shall I adjust the thermostat?" Oh, thanks. He'd just taken a sip of his drink, and spit the coffee onto the floor. Thank you, Edi. He reached into his pocket and brought out a hankie, leaning down and wiping up the liquid with a sigh, before replacing the material in his pocket. It would be alright in there; he was mostly protected from the liquid. Coughing lightly to hide the blush on his cheeks, Menoitos looked back at her as she faced him again, nodding slightly at her words, "Mos' of 'em files should be done." Standing up, Menoitos chuckled and nodded again, following her with a small smirk on his face.

"A'righ'. Lead th'way." Following her into the room, Menoitos felt a buzzing in his pocket. Eh? He blinked, and pulled out his cellphone, closing his eyes and raising it to his ear with a confused expression. "'Ello?" A few seconds of silence, and the sound of a working computer resounded in his ear, before, "Hello Menoitos, this is Edi." E-eh? The man blinked, and the computer continued, "I did not wish to alert Rebecca, so I hacked the network and called your phone instead." Hack... She hacked his phone? The man scratched his head, and spoke quietly, "A'righ'. But whaddaya mean 'alert Rebecca'?" A second of consideration on the part of the AI, and the voice reached his ear once more, "I am sensing increased levels of hormones within your body. My sensors indicate that your entire body is wishing to have intercourse with this woman. Am I incorrect in assuming this?" Okay. He was now sure that his face was bright red. He blinked and hung up the phone, shaking his head and shivering now. H-WHAT?! She had just said... the man looked up at the blinking lights and shook his head, sighing. "Y'don't know squat 'bout that, Edi." His voice was probably legible to Rebecca from where she was, and she would probably question it, but he just wanted to be clear with the AI. Sighing again, he went to the seat in the room and sat down, stretching, looking up at the computer with slightly narrowed eyes.

"'Kay. So, what we go' wit' thi'"? The man gave a slightly confident smirk, and stood up again, looking at one of the screens that started to flash with information on the case itself. Ah. Aaaaah. AHHHH. Well. That was.... useless. Information on Police Case File ED1864: Little to none, except victims. All victims have prominent families with powerful links to religion. Information on Markov: Known and Wanted for Extortion. Served ten years in a Drachman Military Prison after defying direct orders. Information on Cross Killer: None." The man nodded and sighed. All they really got out of that was that Markov was a former Drachman Soldier, most likely Cold War Era, and that the victims families were all powerful and religious. So... why was Lito being involved in all of this? "Tha'... shows a lil', if not much." The man sighed and looked over at Rebecca, wondering if her own searches had garnered everything else. That woman... at that computer... she had a strange beauty to her, and he felt his blood pump faster with the increased beating of his heart, and his face slightly flushed. "I am still sensing increased body heat from both of you. Are you sure that you do not wish for me to adjus--" "No thank you, Edi."

by Guest Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:20 pm

She could hear his reaction behind her, the sputtering as coffee went flying. Heh, least that meant they were in the same boat then. Or well.... most likely the same boat. Dammit all Edi! She could practically feel the AI laughing at her, if not both of them. Her footsteps were quiet upon the floor as she headed into her work place once more, the blush steadily fading from her cheeks. It wasn't legitimate concern, no... She could be such a sneaky trickster! Unless.....

Slowing in her step, she turned her head slightly to glance back at him, wondering just how long it had been since she had formed such a connection with someone like this. Long enough. Noticing him answer his phone, she continued on into her glass computer room, plopping down into her chair with a light sigh. Her mug went carefully on her desk, making sure that it wouldn't topple over and spill on anything. That.... that would be very bad. Running a hand through her hair, she clicked the mouse, glancing over what was up on the multiple screens as each flickered to life. Excellent, lots of things were.... Her name? Why did she hear her name?

Leaning back in her chair carefully, Rebecca turned her head to look over at Meno, managing to get a clear look at him. He seemed rather puzzled at whomever was on the phone with him, an eyebrow raising at her continued curiosity over why he had...Suddenly his expression changed, going from confusion to shock, the call ending as his face went a distinct red. Who in the hell....

Though she remained sitting, her body bolted upright, slowly turning back towards the screens before her. Edi. "Y'don't know squat 'bout that, Edi." Came the voice of Meno. Bugger. She hated being right sometimes. She could only imagine what had been said given his reaction, her own cheeks flushing with some faint color. Quickly taking another good gulp of her twisted coffee, it was already almost empty, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. Right. Work. Not picturing handsome men taking their clothes off.... WORK. Case! Yes. On that. She'd kill Edi later.

Her ruby eyes began to scan over the data on the various screens, placing her hands on the center keyboard slowly while she processed what she saw. Edi's words slipped into her ear as she scrolled down a couple of documents. Leto. Sun God. Ok.... Damn. Markov was a dead end.... Onward from there! Grimacing slightly, her attention fell upon the sound file, glad to see it had been done quickly and without fail as she figured it would. Separating background noise from something wasn't all that difficult. She was about to move onward when she felt a gaze upon her, blinking twice as her gaze turned to him, tilting her head ever so slightly. He was blushing, faintly, again. "I am still sensing increased body heat from both of you. Are you sure that you do not wish for me to adjus--" "No thank you, Edi." BUGGER. She'd so give it to her later.

Offering him an apologetic smile, she cleared her throat as she loaded up his sound file onto his USB. There was no point in ejecting it just yet, biting her lower lip as she glanced over those Leto files again. "Roigh'.... So there's only a couple o' places of worship up 'ere. There's..." Double clicking on the one article, it popped up bigger so they could both read it with ease, a grimace creasing her lips. "Seem's some kids find i' to be a roigh' good idea to go ghos' 'unting a' some place. Looks loike i' moigh' be something relatin' to our friend Leto. Superstitions and the loike. Wot with all them kids being rich, entirely possible 'ey ge' bored and do stupid shi'." But her brows remained furrowed as she leaned back in her chair again, her fingers touching her lips in thought. "Seems loike i' would be more 'an 'at though..." She mused aloud, running a hand through her hair frustratedly. Bugger this guy.... "Voice recognized. Name: Brian Kelly. Processing...." She sat up a bit more at that, looking to Meno with an almost excited smile, happy to be making progress. Excellent! Though...... would they remain partners beyond the case? A calm settled over her as her eyes lingered upon him, that damnable tickling sensation in her throat. She wanted to say something, but she had no idea what to say. Hell, what could she say? Blushing faintly, her head turned back to the work before them, the mans file popping up on the screen as her heart beat quickened.

by Guest Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:58 pm

The apologetic kind of smile, huh? It seemed that Rebecca knew of Edi's strange and blunt personality, and was trying to apologize for it? Ah, he saw. The man chuckled lightly and looked over her shoulder at the articles that she was pulling up, putting a finger onto his chin and tapping it softly as he did so. Hrn... "Roigh'.... So there's only a couple o' places of worship up 'ere. There's..." Right, right. Places of worship. The Sun God wouldn't be so prominent in a cold city like this; meaning that the places that they'd have to search would be heavily limited. Good, good. However, it didn't always mean that they'd find this guy so easily. In fact, Meno could already infer that he would most likely not be in one of those places. That said, he would still make a note to check these places out and see if anyone ended up knowing the name of the man who had met with Markov. That was his killer; he was certain of it. Now, all he needed to do was make sure that this killer didn't escape justice for his crimes, "Seem's some kids find i' to be a roigh' good idea to go ghos' 'unting a' some place. Looks loike i' moigh' be something relatin' to our friend Leto. Superstitions and the loike. Wot with all them kids being rich, entirely possible 'ey ge' bored and do stupid shi'."

"Righ'. These places tha' worship Leto would'a been mostly aband'ned. 'Undred years is a long time, plen'y o' stories to be 'ad." He gave a curt nod, standing up straight and tapping his chin lightly, "Bu' it wouldn' be anytihn' t'do wit'--""Seems loike i' would be more 'an 'at though..." Hm. Great minds seemed to think alike. He chuckled at this thought, and looked up at the article itself. It was talking about old places of worship, and Leto was a heavily-mentioned one. While they didn't mention too much about North City, the Chapel of the Frozen Sun was a prominent name, and one that seemed to feature in a large amount of the article. Okay. So, that was their target for tomorrow. Nodding lightly, Menoitos stepped backwards and turned away, before turning back at the sound of Edi's voice, "Voice recognized. Name: Brian Kelly. Processing...." Brian Kelly. That was a strange name to be using. The man scratched his head, before sighing. No, no, that was not good. He looked at Edi's main controls, and spoke a few words with impunity, "Search Brain Kelly, bu' limi' it t' the Parish o' Christianity. I think I know th'name." It didn't take long, and a large set of images showed up on the screen.

"Pastor Brian Kelly is a prominent Christian Pastor, heading the North City section of the Catholic Church. He has been shown to be a heavy benefactor of the people, and holds no grounds to killers." That settled it. It was an alias, was it not? An assumed name, used to make people think that he was a heavily religious man. Sighing softly, Menoitos walked back to his chair and sat down, placing a hand over his mouth and thinking this through. Okay, time to work out a plan. The man put his hands onto the table, and closed his eyes, tapping a small beat to calm his mind. North City. Got it. Oookay. Let's see. Having memorized most of the North City map, Menoitos started to search with his eyes closed, moving his hands as a catalyst for the visualization. He opened them again, and instead of seeing the table, he "saw" a map of North City in the back of his mind. He couldn't actually see this, mind you, it was just something in his imagination, brought up from his memory. Thinking over each of the possibilities, he first searched up the Chapel of the Frozen Sun. Okay, he knew where that was... there. Nodding to himself, he pulled out a piece of scrap paper and a pen, and started to scrawl down addresses. Next was the alleyway by the Jolly Roger. Finally, the main Church of North City. After all three were done and dusted, he closed his eyes and simply stopped thinking about the map. It faded from his mind as it it was no longer there.

"A'righ'. We g't a couple o'places t'look tomorrow, 'Becca. First up, th'Chapel o' th' Frozen Sun. It's th' North City sect o' the Cult o'Leto. Then we'll hit up the Church of North City. I reck'n we migh' be able to find more out about ol' Brian Kelly there. Maybe it's assumed as a name, maybe it ain't. We'll fin' out tom'rrow. Any questions, or places y'reckon we could go?" He tilted his head to the side and proffered a kind smile to the woman, closing his eyes as he did so.

by Guest Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:24 pm

"Righ'. These places tha' worship Leto would'a been mostly aband'ned. 'Undred years is a long time, plen'y o' stories to be 'ad. Bu' it wouldn' be anytihn' t'do wit'--"" It made her smirk at how similarly their minds worked, glancing in his direction with a chuckle of her own. She could get technical and say something like its due to them both being rather analytical minds, the probability of them thinking along the same train of thought was rather high. No, that was something that Edi would say. Bitch.

As Menoitos took over with questions, she downed the rest of what was in her glass, closing her eyes for a moment as the mixture of upper and downer swirled down her throat. Mmm... still a lovely burn from the whiskey. Delicious! Christianity? An eyebrow raised at his connection, glancing to the screens as she cracked her fingers, getting all of that extra air out from her joints. "Pastor Brian Kelly is a prominent Christian Pastor, heading the North City section of the Catholic Church. He has been shown to be a heavy benefactor of the people, and holds no grounds to killers." Both eyebrows had now raised, immediately sitting forward in her chair as she scanned over the few files that popped up on the screen as Edi spoke. So... an alias? Yes, certainly more than likely given the context he had been found in.

Scratching the back of her head, she took a moment to glance over the entirety of those files, turning her chair to face him as he sat there pondering their options. He was clearly very focused so she remained quiet, merely observing as he seemed to be calling up a mental image of some sort. Her crimson eyes glinted once, watching him point to different points upon the table, folding her hands in her lap. He really was such a fascinating character, sliding from the green of his hair along his jawline to the stubble, then up along his features bent in such concentration. No... there had certainly been no one quite like him before. Was it this exotic sense that had drawn her to him? Or the kinship they shared? Aiya, picturing him stripping again does not help the investigation.

Turning her eyes towards the screen, she saw Edi was there and giving her "a look." Narrowing her eyes, she flicked a couple of keys, a rather strong blush rising to her cheeks as a string of code popped up in a corner of the center-most screen. Hitting a couple of screens, she immediately looked away from it and the screen went black, coughing a little. Fucking cheeky bitch. She ought to do something about her programming. In essence, the code had said something like, "You both share raised hormonal levels around each other. Why do you not fulfill such arousal?" BITCH. AHH.

"A'righ'. We g't a couple o'places t'look tomorrow, 'Becca. First up, th'Chapel o' th' Frozen Sun. It's th' North City sect o' the Cult o'Leto. Then we'll hit up the Church of North City. I reck'n we migh' be able to find more out about ol' Brian Kelly there. Maybe it's assumed as a name, maybe it ain't. We'll fin' out tom'rrow. Any questions, or places y'reckon we could go?"

His voice cut through everything, blinking twice as she snapped up to attention. Right. Going places. That smile... and the nickname...Edi was laughing. She could feel it again. It gave her pause before she shook her head, "Sounds loike a good plan to me. We may wan' ta check out the girls school. Ask abou'. Or maybe 'is 'Brian's' address. Doubt 'ere'll be anythin there, bu' i's wor' a sho'." But there she paused. Now what? They had done all they were going to do today with the case. But the night was still relatively young. "Rebecca, are you sure it wouldn't be wise to--" "Shu' your bloody mouth Edi or I swear..." Sliding her fingers over her closed eyes, they held for a moment at her nose, sighing heavily as she shook her head. Hell... maybe it was the bloody alcohol.

Taking a breath, she raised her gaze back up to him, the screens changing one by one to a screen saver that spanned the lot of them. "D'ya need a refill for ye coffee or anythin?" She asked as she pushed herself up from her chair, taking her empty cup and planning on putting straight jack in there. Either that was a really fantastic idea, or a real shitty one. She didn't honestly care either way at this point.

by Guest Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:11 pm

Rebecca had seen something on the screen in front of her, it appeared, as she quickly went to turn it off and cough a little. Strange. Was she sick? The man sighed softly and then spoke to her, as she quickly snapped to attention. He had to stifle a small chuckle at that, as if she was already more flustered that he'd originally thought. He had to wonder at that one, why she was so flustered. Maybe Edi was talking to her? He had to wonder about that, because form what she'd said to him... just what was she saying to Rebecca?! "Sounds loike a good plan to me. We may wan' ta check out the girls school. Ask abou'. Or maybe 'is 'Brian's' address. Doubt 'ere'll be anythin there, bu' i's wor' a sho'." He nodded briefly, tapping his chin with his fingers. Yes, yes. That was a good idea after all. He didn't think of that, which was strange, but fair enough. Sighing softly, he turned around for a second, hearing Edi say something, before being cut off by a "Shu' your bloody mouth Edi or I swear..." Heheh. He giggled that time. That was actually quite interesting. It appeared that both of them were being terrorized on both sides by this AI, and for that, he could only laugh, despite the slightly awkward atmosphere it was creating between them. Or... was it truly that awkward? He turned back to her, and she pushed herself back up from the chair and walked over to him, brandishing her cup and refilling it, "D'ya need a refill for ye coffee or anythin?"

Thinking about it, he flicked out his phone and checked the time on the LCD screen. 10:12 pm. He needed to get back to the office, it seemed. At least, he had a few things to look over in there, that he didn't have here. She was welcome to accompany him, of course, but right now, he wasn't sure if this tense atmosphere would get any better. Thinking it over a little more, he shook his head and returned the phone to his pocket with a soft sigh, "S'rry, but no. I got shi' t'do back at th'office. It ain' too importan', like I don't need i' done t'night, but it'll just pile up if I don' do anythin'."[/i] He turned away for a second and walked out of the computer room, looking around the cover apartment for a few seconds. She had been gracious enough to show him her home and office, would she be willing to see his? He chuckled softly, shoulders bouncing a little. He was sure that Edi would call him just to give him hell tonight. In fact, he was almost certain of that fact, "Bu', I don' 'ave t'do i' alone. If y'want... y'could... come o'er... Or I coul'... just bring t'work 'ere..." He looked over to the side, already blushing a little from the statement he'd made. How was it so damn difficult around this woman?! There were plenty of women that he was confident around; how did this one make it so damn HARD?! But... maybe he could just stay here. Like he said, he didn't need to do it tonight. Maybe that woman behind him could make his choice for him...

by Guest Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:38 pm

Rebecca heard that giggle. Bugger! She should mess with Edi. Yes, that was seeming like a better and better idea all considering. No... No she knew that wouldn't solve anything. This was just Edi's way of trying to hook her up. Goddamn meddler. As she waited for his response, she merely tilted her head slightly, walking towards the doors of the glass room within the larger room, her exposed back mostly faced to him. But her eyes, as always they were upon him. Why was he just so lookable? So what if that wasn't quite a word, it fit! You could just... stare at him. He sighed and shook his head. Bugger. "S'rry, but no. I got shi' t'do back at th'office. It ain' too importan', like I don't need i' done t'night, but it'll just pile up if I don' do anythin'."

God, was she that bad at this game now? No no no, she was merely worried. Rushing things were hardly.... Though they had kissed in that alley. Aiya... She glanced towards the computer screens and shook her head, knowing that Edi wanted to interject again. She began to walk towards the kitchen, listening as he chuckled behind her along with his footsteps, glancing down to her glass. Was that drink still a good idea? Bloody hell... This wasn't some swing easy night, was it? "Quoi' understandable." She answered finally, glancing towards her coat before dumping the glass in the sink. She'd wash it later. Picking up the leather-ish jacket, she slipped it on, slowing as she stuck her arm in the sleeve as he spoke again. "Bu', I don' 'ave t'do i' alone. If y'want... y'could... come o'er... Or I coul'... just bring t'work 'ere..."

Turning on her heel, she tilted her head slightly as she observed him with those ruby red eyes, cool and even as always. Now she fully faced him, finishing pulling on her coat. She was quiet for a moment in thought, debating how she wanted to move ahead from here. Take it slow or....Oh for Christ's sake.... Moving forward, she didn't quite slow even as she stood right before him, her lips pressing softly against his as a hand slipped around to the base of his head, fingers curling slightly in his hair. She didn't press her body to his, she wasn't forceful, just.... surprisingly gentle. And a moment later, she stepped back, her hand sliding away from him as her feet pressed into the ground, staring up into his amber eye. "If you dun moind the company, I'd be 'appy ta accompany you. Prolly was jus' gonna go to the bar anywho." She spoke softly, a warm smile lightening her features as she chuckled. Sure, maybe she was acting as if she hadn't just kissed a man she barely knew out of the blue, but well.. She sorta felt better after doing that. The cards were on the table, now it was just a matter of calling someones bluff. Whether it was his, or life's.

by Guest Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:25 am

The feeling of the lips touching his caused his heart to stop for a second. Closing his eyes, he let it happen for a second, not pushing back, not doing anything out of the ordinary, just letting it happen for him. They held that kiss, and Menoitos felt something different occurring when compared to their kiss in the alley earlier that day. This kiss was soft, calm, truly romantic; as opposed to the roughness that they had taken on in the alleyway. He enjoyed this sort of kiss. It wasn't rough, and there was no passion behind it. It was this sort of kiss that made the seconds feel like years, because it felt like time was just passing by as their lips touched. And honestly, Menoitos didn't want it to end. But, as he expected, it ended, Rebecca pulling away and looking up at his eyes with that look on her face. A small whine escaped his throat; he just wanted to kiss her more, keep this going, but no. No, he could not do that. He had to hold back, or he'd go crazy with this. Closing his eyes, he smiled softly at her, "If you dun moind the company, I'd be 'appy ta accompany you. Prolly was jus' gonna go to the bar anywho." He smirked, and laughed softly at this, turning away with a small chuckle, "Y'kiss me first, an' then ask? Well, I think y'know wha' I'm gonna say." He laughed again and picked up his coat, slipping it over his shoulders and preparing himself to leave. Before he did, though, he turned back and held out a hand to her, basically asking her to hold it with him. "Y'coming?" Whether or not she accepted his hand, he led her out of the apartment; waiting for her to lock it up and then leading her down the stairs, and out to the main street. It was darker now; the moonlight shining down on them from above the sky. He looked up at it and gave a kind smile, before leading her across the street. Unlike the protection offered for her place, his apartment had a simple lock and key setup, just the usual.

Walking down the long hallway of the fourth floor, he brought her to a simple door with a glass window, and screenprinted words on the glass; 'Menoitos, P.I.'. He chuckled and slid the key into the lock, opening the door up and flicking on a switch. The pale bulb in the middle of the room flickered into life, drenching the room in a pale and soft light that accentuated most of the features of the relatively small office. Case files covered the scratched and well-used mahogany desk in the middle of the room, each file spread out to show the main pieces of information within. A couple of highlighters sat on top of them, caps still on, but usage clear. An older-model transistor radio sat at one end of this desk; another relic of the past. As well as that, a phone with a dial, of all things was at the other end. Menoitos enjoyed the older feel of these items, it made him feel well at home. A desk light sat at the third corner behind the phone, a couple of empty glass whiskey bottles littered on the spare space. An empty coffee mug sat there, having not been cleaned up for a while. He chuckled to himself, looking over at the filing cabinet and the fan that sat atop it. This place was so 1930's. That said, he loved it here. It made him feel at home, as he had mentioned before. Smiling softly, he led her into the room, let go of her hand and then placed a hand onto the desk, making motions to clean up, but then stopping. No, she had to see what he was really like. He'd seen her proper home, she could see his. It was Equivalent Exchange, after all. Standing back up, he looked at her with a smirk on his face, "Well, it ain' much, but thi' is m'office." He nodded at her and turned away again, walking over to another door and pushing it open. This door led onto the adjacent room, the front door completely blocked off from the main hallway. In here, there were a few things, like a bed, a small kitchen, and a door leading off to a bathroom. It was pretty spartan, but most of his money went towards his business, and towards his weapons stash. That said... He walked over to a seemingly inconspicuous cabinet and opened it up, revealing his pair of weapons that he hadn't had with him: A Dragunov Sniper Rifle, and a SPAS-12. Also, there were a few small magazines, rocket magazines for the briefcase. He chuckled and placed his briefcase back into here, opening it and removing the papers inside, before turning around and grinning at her, the closet closing behind him.

"A'righ', where were we?"

by Guest Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:07 am

She had done it. And he hadn't recoiled from it. Granted they had spontaneously kissed earlier, but that was for the case. This... this wasn't for anything except for emotions. For connections. If Edi had a physical form, she'd probably be patting her on the shoulder, and nudge her onward with some unneeded comment that caused such flushed cheeks. But even as their lips had met, she hadn't really blushed in the least bit. Was it the spontaneity? Or.. Oh who bloody well knew. The whine was a little unexpected, and it made her chuckle as the smile grew upon her lips. Images flashed across her mind again rather unhelpfully, shrugging lightly at his amusement. "Y'kiss me first, an' then ask? Well, I think y'know wha' I'm gonna say." "So I dun think everythin' through all the toime." She laughed lightly, snapping the one button of her strangely shaped coat, leaving the orange sunglasses on the counter where they were.

She noticed how he moved, how he reached his hand towards her and waited for that brief moment. It made her blink, and chuckle, realizing she had left her gloves back on the desk in her work room, but she wasn't too concerned. Sliding her hand into his, it felt warm against her normally chilled long fingers, following him as they headed out the door. She locked it, knowing Edi would have taken care of everything inside, her boots thudding softly against the ground as they went down the stairs. It was still a point of great amusement to her as they stepped out onto the street, looking up to that non-descript building across the street. So close, yet so far. Clearly, it just hadn't been time yet for them. But now? Heh.... they were speeding forward with their work and.... whatever this was between them. Attraction. The moonlight offered such a lovely light for them, the street lamps almost a rather glaring contrast to the natural beams.

Heh, she almost felt giddy like some little school-girl following a boy into his house for the first time. Or when you go into one of your rooms without an adult! God... how childish. Her eyes scanned the architecture about them as he fiddled with the lock, unable to stop the smirk that was growing upon her lips once she saw the glass in the door. Namely, the words that were there. Oh was this..... They stepped inside. It was. God she was so delighted! The lone light, the messy desk, the old style phone.... All of it. A smile transcended that smirk, managing to hold a chuckle inside as she turned her head about to look at all of it. It was really like a movie set or something, but real. Thats what made her so... happy. Maybe a little amused. She couldn't deny that. Noir was an excellent era for sure! Her crimson eyes glanced to him as their hands slid away from each other, catching that fantastic smile on his lips. All he needed was for the colors to somehow be more sepia like old film, and bam! He'd really seem like he was from that era... She couldn't help but think of where she worked, chuckling softly to herself. Almost opposites with the time periods you could say. One with the newest and latest tech, the other more like it was in the past.

"Well, it ain' much, but thi' is m'office."

Turning a full 360, she slowed to a stop as she came to face him again, her purple hair swishing about her neck, the bangs getting once again pushed aside. "I love i'." She murmured softly, glancing up as he moved through a door. Leaning a bit to look through the door frame, she saw the living area that lay beyond, remaining in his office since well... she wasn't sure if she was invited within. Though... he had seen where she had lived in its entirety. She at least walked up to the doorframe to get a better look inside, observing as he went over to a simple looking cabinet, her eyebrows raising as she saw what lay hidden within. Daaamn......... that was some nice-- Were those rockets? Eyes widening slightly, she blinked twice and merely accepted them being there, thinking of a few of the things that were hidden around her home.

Finally she walked into the space, her eyes looking about this space that he lived within. "A'righ', where were we?" He had spoken again, and.... well... A rather large smirk spread over her pale features as her jacket slipped off again. Why had she slipped it on again? Oh whatever. Where had they been? A sudden kiss, a little whine, and an offer to do work together. Heh.... but considering situations, just what sort of work would get done was.... debatable. "I believe the intricacies of human nature." She murmured as she stepped up to him again, finding herself just drawn to him as she kissed him once more, her lips gliding against his. Easy, soft, warm... ok maybe a hint of fire, but not overpowering. Just hiding there in the background like a patient spectator. Ok now that was just weird, maybe not like that.... Either way, her hands had slid up to either side of his face, feeling that prickly stubble against her tattooed palms, one sliding back just a bit further to play with his hair in the slightest. So she liked to feel hair between her fingers, everyone had something right? Besides... it added somehow to the intimacy that was growing between the strange pair of P.I.'s.

by Guest Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:50 am

He couldn't see her face as they entered the office, but he knew that she was excited. He could feel it in the beating of her pulse in her wrist, and in the sounds of her movements behind him. It made him smile, to be honest. A lot of people saw his office as "rustic", but they also saw the dirtiness of the place, which seemed to link the two together, but also ruin that feel of the place for him. That sort of reaction caused him to quite often sigh and shake his head, but he tended to also hold it back in. The low light levels didn't show off his smirk, so he didn't hide it as he considered her reaction, "I love i'." He didn't know why, but he felt his heart soar when she said that. Maybe it was just that feeling of recognition that she gave him? He didn't know, and he quite frankly didn't care. It felt good to him, and that was all that mattered. Chuckling softly as he walked into the living area, he noticed that the presence of the woman had left his behind, and he blinked, seeing her peeking in just after he finished up with his cabinet, "Y'can come in furth'r, y'know. Y'gave me full access t'Edi, least I c'n do is le' ya 'ave full access t'me own 'ouse." He laughed softly, and scratched the back of his head, before asking that fateful question of "A'righ', where were we?"

"I believe the intricacies of human nature." She'd already slipped off her jacket, and approached him carefully. Oh? Whatever did she mea--oh. OOOOHHHH. He chuckled from behind his own lips as those beautiful, tasty lips collided with his again. That kiss was... just as soft as it was before, if with a little more passion behind it. If it was so, then he would return the kiss just as she had given it. This kiss lasted longer, though, and as the woman's hands trailed up his head, his went in the opposite direction, one of them slowly tracing shapes in her upper back with the tips of his fingers, while the other cradled the small of her back, pulling her in slightly closer. He wasn't trying to pull her into an embrace; he was simply holding her a little closer, making their union into something more enclosed, for that added to that intimacy that seemingly came into this. But he also took this moment to think it over himself; why was he doing this? What had compelled him to go further with this? Yes, they had kissed in the alleyway, and for a while, Menoitos had told himself that it was for the purpose of the investigation. But he'd felt himself wanting to kiss those lips from the first time he'd laid eyes on that woman, even if he didn't realize it at the time. And then when he had done it, although he had brushed it off as simply a 'part of the job', he wanted more. No, he'd desired more. That was why he'd taken her up on her offer. Menoitos didn't just want her assistance, he had, but that time, he had felt that... he'd never see her again, and he didn't want that. So he tested the waters. There was more than one way to skin a cat, using a horrible and overused figure of speech; he could have easily eavesdropped on their conversation using other methods. But, no. He had wanted to test this out. He'd wanted to see if those lips that looked amazing to kiss were really the way that he thought, and he was right. So he was sorry for that, but happy at the same time; for it seemed that this woman had some feelings of her own? They held the embrace for a second longer, before pulling away for air, Menoitos not letting go of her back, simply looking into her eyes with the one eye that was covered, and the one that was not. He held her gaze for a little while, just standing there with her, before finally letting go and letting himself pull away properly with a soft chuckle.

"I think th' pa'erwork can wai', don' you? Le'me brea'out a brewski. We shoul' 'ave a more... personal cha'. Somethin' t'break th' ice, an' 'elp us get t'know each o'her a lil be'er." He laughed softly, and turned towards his own little kitchen, walking slowly to the counter and flicking the switch on the jug; the water slowly beginning to boil as it switched on. He turned away from the bench and leaned against it, before turning to a small 'mew' noise. He chuckled and knelt down, letting his hands wrap around a tiny cat, slowly picking it up while he himself stood, bringing the cat close and raising it to his face, kissing it's fur softly as he did so. He calmly turned back to Rebecca and walked over to her, holding out the small creature at her with a soft gaze, offering it to her as he did so. "'er name's Shione. She's a Gelemortian Lynx kit, pret'y rare on it's own, so I was surprised t'find 'er when I di'. An' Shione was Sloth, back in th'day... I name' 'er after Sloth, in th' poor girl's memory, an' as a remin'er of m'own purpose in life." The kitten mewed softly and curled up against the hands of whoever held her (whether or not Rebecca took her), before slowly falling asleep. Menoitos chuckled, "I thin' y'all should ge'along. She's a goo' girl, unlike Miss Sparklebutt." A strange name for a strange cat. The man smiled and took her away, setting her down in a bed with soft down, standing up and turning back to smile at her kindly, "I gotta admi', it's rare f'r someone t'jes kiss m'like y'did. So y'did somethin' good, 'Becca..."

shione:

by Guest Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:00 pm

He was at ease with her. She could tell this. Or well... as much at ease as you could be with someone that in effect made you like you were in high school. Awkward, completely a goof because you like them... All that fun stuff. God it had been so long. You could almost forget what it was like. "Y'can come in furth'r, y'know. Y'gave me full access t'Edi, least I c'n do is le' ya 'ave full access t'me own 'ouse." She blushed faintly, but he was right. She had given him rather unlimited access considering they had just met. Then again, they were working together on this case. It only made sense for her to allow such access. Or maybe it was because he was special. Heh, that was already a given considering the circumstances.

His reaction was amusing to say the least as she kissed him again, feeling his touch against the skin of her back. Frankly it sent shivers across her skin, sending tingles into her blood. Mmm.... His touch was so light, like feathers that flickered in the candlelight, leaning into his body as he drew her closer. Not like in the alleyway, not forced. Not.... maddened. Warm. Really really warm.... Edi. Goddamn her. That computer always knew her better than she did, compelling her to keep moving forward rather than sit there pondering the numbers and possibilities. Thats what she was there for kinda. She was programmed to account for all of that. And basically be her partner in crime. Humans could only process so much and at such a speed. And as much as she wanted to bitch slap that AI sometimes... it was a good thing she had caused such initial discomfort for the two of them. Get them out of those safe bubbles that people so often hid behind. And here they were, kissing in his apartment, work pretty much forgotten. But what would occur after this? How far would they test the boundaries?

Even as they pulled away, such a romantic feeling remained. God, this was like some bloody movie. Heh... honestly? She didn't really mind. Sort of filt the whole "film noir" thing they had going on. Least if the Vorlon's decided to descend into the situation as well. That brought up a small chuckle as she stared up into his eye, suddenly feeling rather... vulnerable. She had really let him in a lot. Just cause she was a pirate, didn't mean all the amusing stereotypes that went with it were true. Though... there was the romance of it. Freedom, absolute and complete. As they separated, she felt a smile spreading across her lips upon his chuckle, her hands sliding away from his hair to hang at her sides, biting her lower lip. "I think th' pa'erwork can wai', don' you? Le'me brea'out a brewski. We shoul' 'ave a more... personal cha'. Somethin' t'break th' ice, an' 'elp us get t'know each o'her a lil be'er."

She couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh aye, I do believe i' can for the sake of bein' social." She murmured softly, smirking as she looked up to him, her gaze following him as he moved about the room to the kitchen. She slipped her hands into the small pockets of her white pants. It was then she realized how quick her pulse was, her red gaze darting over to his back in the kitchen. What was going on with them? She perked up at the sound of a cat, blinking as she immediately glanced about. A cat? Where was there a cat? Her mom used to have this adorable calico cat. It was then she saw him turn, holding a fluffy little kitten in his hands. Her eyes went wide at the fluffiness, hesitantly reaching a hand forward as she kept glancing back up to his eyes. Shione.... "Tis a beautiful name. Frankly I 'aven' even seen such a ki'en loike her before..." She murmured as she took Shione into her hands, finding her softer than she had even pictured in her mind. Giggling (yes, actually giggling), as she curled up in the palms of her hands, her thumb stroking that soft soft fur. She couldn't help but just stare at that small ball of life, almost at a loss as the kitten felt so warm. Maybe she should ask Edi about buying a cat.... or a dog.

Miss Sparklebutt? An eyebrow immediately raised to that, a laugh escaping her throat as she looked up to Menoitos once more. "Ya bloody serious?" The laughed moved into a chuckle as she shook her head slightly, letting him take the little Shione away from her. She seemed so uncaring as she was moved and placed onto the bed, giving the cutest little mew before yawning and curling up a bit tighter. "I gotta admi', it's rare f'r someone t'jes kiss m'like y'did. So y'did somethin' good, 'Becca..." Aaaaand thus she began to blush, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment as her smile reflected all of the tentativeness that she tried to not show. "Well.... I'm glad. I uh... I dun normally do 'at. Promise." A nervous chuckle escaped her throat as her eyes darted from the ground to a random wall before finally settling upon him. "Though i's no' loike we exactly 'ave days like taday often. Spontanei'y is the spoice o' loife so they say." Her voice had grown quieter and quieter, cursing herself for being so meek. Ahhhhhh, would he think of her less? No, no she was just being bloody paranoid. "Bu' um... heh.. I's funny, would things 'ave turned ou' the same if Edi 'adn' been so bloody awkward..." She voiced her thoughts aloud, wondering if it really had been best to as she looked down towards Shione. What a night this was...

by Guest Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:34 am

"Tis a beautiful name. Frankly I 'aven' even seen such a ki'en loike her before..." He smiled softly and nodded. That kitten was his pride and joy, one of the few things he'd been able to protect with his own heart and soul poured into the act of doing so. "She's a beaut'. A rare an' precious lil' thing, one tha' I'll release back t' th' wild when she grows up. I don' wanna 'ave 'er when she doesn' need me, y'know?" He laughed softly and turned away from her, waiting for her reaction to the name that he'd dropped, "Ya bloody serious?" He laughed softly and nodded, grinning roguishly at her, "Yup. Miss Sparklebutt. I didn' name th' poor girl, she was a gift; alrea'y answered t'the name. So I jes' let 'er keep i', and it's kinda grown on'me." He laughed a little more and took the kitten off of the girl, holding her tenderly and placing her back in the bed, before speaking again and waiting for the reply to be gained from Rebecca, "Well.... I'm glad. I uh... I dun normally do 'at. Promise." He chuckled, and tilted his head to the side while giving her one of his trademark smirks.

"It's no' like I turn aroun' an' kiss a girl in an alleyway f'r an investigation. Y'r, what we call in th' business, a special case." Instead of completely explaining himself, he thought he'd wait until she was done, before giving his evidence and closing this case. The pieces were in position, it was time to knock down the King. "Though i's no' loike we exactly 'ave days like taday often. Spontanei'y is the spoice o' loife so they say." That they do, that they do. Although Menoitos tended to play things into his hands while things went on... they certainly did make things more fun when one was spontaneous. "Bu' um... heh.. I's funny, would things 'ave turned ou' the same if Edi 'adn' been so bloody awkward..." He blinked. So, Edi was being just as bad for her as she was for him? He took a second to think that over, before laughing softly, "Ya'know, she called me, and told me somethin' about my body that's rather awkward an' embarrassing. Izzat 'er prerogative or summat?" Another laugh, and he turned slightly to the side, looking at the wall and thinking things over, "But... I gotta confess somethin'. Y'know... I dunno if things would've worked ou' dif'rently if Edi wasn' interferin'... 'cuz... well..." The light levels almost seemed to drop in that instant, casting a soft shadow over Menoitos' face as he did so. "When I saw y'approach, I had meself a think. I saw a damn beau'iful woman, and I decided that I didn' 'ave t'worry too much about me case then. At least, not for th'night. I though' I could jes 'ave a chat with ya, maybe get t'know ya be'er. Then, things 'appened, an' that bastard Markov wen' t'tha alleyway. I coulda leftcha then. Coulda said 'go'a go', and ran off. Bu' I felt tha' would be the wrong thing t'do, an' so I, instea', did tha'. Took y'in'o th'alley an' kissed ya, usin' that chance to get info, but t'also test th'waters..." He crossed his arms and sighed softly, looking down a little.

"I s'pose it seems creepy t'ya, huh? I wouldn' blame ya, if ya did." A soft chuckle escaped from his throat. Damn his undying will to tell the truth. It would get the better of him someday.

by Guest Tue Oct 11, 2011 11:47 pm

"She's a beaut'. A rare an' precious lil' thing, one tha' I'll release back t' th' wild when she grows up. I don' wanna 'ave 'er when she doesn' need me, y'know?" Oh, was that so? She couldn't help but think of those shows on TV about people who took care of animals before sending them on their way once they were old enough. It made her chuckle softly, for it was something that just didn't surprise her. Ack that grin of his! It made her stomach do a flip as the smirk hid the potential to blush upon her pale features, an eyebrow still raised at the name. Who would name their cat that? Or any animal for that matter? A peacock at least vaguely made sense for obvious reason, but a cat? Shione shifted in her hands which immediately drawing her attention with a rather soft smile that would catch most offguard. "Yup. Miss Sparklebutt. I didn' name th' poor girl, she was a gift; alrea'y answered t'the name. So I jes' let 'er keep i', and it's kinda grown on'me." "Someone cer'ainly 'as a sense a humor." She murmured softly, watching as the kitten went to the bed. Just how big would she get she wondered... Maybe she'd have to have Edi look it up.

He was speaking again. "It's no' like I turn aroun' an' kiss a girl in an alleyway f'r an investigation. Y'r, what we call in th' business, a special case." Her ears perked up, but she got stuck upon that last bit of that sentence. Special case.... Her cheeks flushed with faint color, shifting with how she stood to face him more, turning her head slightly downward. Her crimson eyes peered at him with intrigue, just what had he meant by that? And bloody hell had her heart rate increased at that! Jeez, what had he done to her? She hadn't been so all over the place since bloody college. Not like that was extremely long ago, but certainly long enough. It seemed to catch him by surprise that Edi had been pressing on both of them, shrugging her shoulders lightly with a small chuckle. But she fell quiet as he shared just what in the world Edi had said over the..phone.... She almost coughed back a laugh, snrking as the blush rose back up into her face. Why the hell was she blushing of all things? That just made no bloody sense.

"But... I gotta confess somethin'... Rebecca suddenly relaxed and appeared rather calm, watching him as she listened to the rest of what he had to say. This wasn't just shooting the breeze, these were the serious statements of the evening. The lights flickered with the perfect dramatic effect, her foot thudding softly against the floor as she took a step towards him, ears poised for the words that followed. "When I saw y'approach, I had meself a think. I saw a damn beau'iful woman, and I decided that I didn' 'ave t'worry too much about me case then. At least, not for th'night. I though' I could jes 'ave a chat with ya, maybe get t'know ya be'er. Then, things 'appened, an' that bastard Markov wen' t'tha alleyway. I coulda leftcha then. Coulda said 'go'a go', and ran off. Bu' I felt tha' would be the wrong thing t'do, an' so I, instea', did tha'. Took y'in'o th'alley an' kissed ya, usin' that chance to get info, but t'also test th'waters..."

Hah, if you thought she was blushing before, you should have seen her now. In reality, she was sort of taken by surprise, he had... she... Huh. well, at least the feeling had been mutual hm? Swallowing slowly, she had to lick her lips for they suddenly felt dry, her heart leaping up into her throat as she stared at him at a complete loss. It was somewhere between being rather touched and.... How the hell had this happened? What cosmic coincidence had brought them together? Some would say it was fate. Fuck fate. What had it ever done for her? No... now was not the time for bitterness. Another step towards him, the corners of her mouth had begun to tilt upwards. No words would come to her, and she was merely left with that warmth that his secret had given her. "I s'pose it seems creepy t'ya, huh? I wouldn' blame ya, if ya did." Now she had to laugh, slowing in her step as she stood before him, peering up into his handsome face as a hand ran gently along the stubbly side of his face. Clean-shaven men tended to look so... childish. "Hardly. Maybe a bi' sneaky, bu' 'ardly creepy Meno." She murmured, trailing a finger along his jawline absentmindedly.

A smirk followed by a light laugh. No, no he hadn't heard some of the outrageous shit she had over the years. "I's actually koinda swee'. No' loike my intentions for joining you a' your table were much be'er. Then you turned out ta be quoi'e intriguing. Kiss was a pleasan' surprise t'be honest." She might as well tell him considering he had spoken forth so. Her hand came to rest upon his chest, crimson eyes meeting his gaze as she smiled tenderly, some distant part of her wobbling over all of this. Was this too fast? this must be too fast.... What if they ruined the perfectness of this by doing who knew what? Was it worth it? What about their work? Especially if she went off on a Spectre mission. But then that part grew quiet the longer she stared into his eye, her hand feeling the beating of his heart from beneath his clothes. Warm. So very warm...

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"Hardly. Maybe a bi' sneaky, bu' 'ardly creepy Meno." He chuckled. That made him feel slightly happier, y'know? And the feelings that came with her fingers sliding up his jawline just put a long shudder down the man's back. "I's actually koinda swee'. No' loike my intentions for joining you a' your table were much be'er. Then you turned out ta be quoi'e intriguing. Kiss was a pleasan' surprise t'be honest." Oh? So, the feeling and intention had been mutual? Well, that always made things good. The hand touched his chest, and he felt his own heartbeat increasing in speed, shuddering a little more. God, her touch did things. He was finding it even more difficult to hold himself back; but what if following his instincts turned this into a one night stand? He felt like that'd be wrong, but it was far too tempting... GAH. WHY WAS THIS SO DAMN DIFFICULT?! He chuckled softly, and smiled at her... thinking things over further. Gah. Okay. Edi had already made it obvious that he wanted it... and he was pretty sure that she wanted it too, by the way Edi had spoken to her. Ugh. This was fucking horrible.

Y'know what? He looked at the girl and chuckled, "Y'know, that damn computer of yours likes to meddle, don' she?" A small laugh left his throat, and he swallowed slightly, "An' I don' wanna turn this in'o a one night stand. But... Gah." He didn't know what to do. His body was heating up, and his mind was already starting to go crazy with her just being this close. RRRRAAARGH! The man's mind was flitting from left, to right. From right, to left. ANd everything centered on her. HER. SHE WAS HERE. In front of him. Close enough to... Fuck it. Without speaking, Menoitos suddenly leaned forwards and planted a passionate kiss onto Rebecca's lips. This one wasn't simple. This wasn't ambiguous. There were no hidden messages. Edi had said it all, and he was simply conveying the message that he already knew...

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