Past lives come to Haunt.

[Aerith Lin]

*I lay my swords on my desk and drop the paperwork from my last mission in the completion file. The day's have been boring and I've been alone, with Riley being busy and all. All these missions have been keeping me busy but not excited. This city can get really boring.

I take off my helmet and let my hair fall down. Grabbing my coffee mug, I leave my office and head to one of the recreational/break room s. There's some coffee in the pot in the corner of the room already but it taste horrid. Bland and stale, just like the office at the moment...*

Ugh. Can nobody make a good cup of coffee anymore.

*I put the coffee beans and everything necessary for my own special blend in and let it start brewing. The hall is silent. I grab a book and start to read as I wait for the timer to go off*

[Sylvia Main]

*The chase was completely unsuccessful which pisses me off because not only could we have captured them but I was barely given a chance to do anything out in the field. When I return to the office I type up my version of todays events and send it in. For a moment I sit in my cubicle, glowering and staring off into space. Finally I let out an angry sigh and push myself up out of my chair so I can go to the breakroom. Maybe some coffee or tea will improve my spirits.

I walk in, only to immediately stop short when I see who it is. My side gives a sharp pang in remembrance too. My mood is definitely not going to improve. I glare at her for a moment before reminding myself I'm on her side now, but that does little to comfort me so I just walk across the room and dig around a cabinet for a coffee mug not labeled with someones name.*

[Aerith Lin]

*The girl from the zones walks in. Unhappy to see me naturally. I mean I did try to kill all her friends... or EX friends? No matter.. The coffee timer goes off, i put down my book and go to pour a cup. Hot. very hot. Lovely. I take the pot out and realize perhaps a muffin or something would go nicely with this.

The vending machine has some bli standard snacks.*

Ugh. Why doesn't this company ever have any real food.

*I settle for a generic scone-type snack and pour myself a cup of coffee. The girl comes back to my attention. I forgot she was standing there, she's holding a mug and probably wants some coffee. Good thing i made extra. I pour myself a cup and leave the pot for her.*

Help yourself.

[Sylvia Main]

Oh, thanks. *I'm hesitant to take the coffee pot but do so anyways and pour myself a cup. I lean against the counter and sip the drink, surprised that it tastes better than usual crap they keep in here. It's odd seeing Aerith sitting in a white room, fairly calm and not trying to kill me.* There's a... a shop about a block from outside of the tower that has good shwarma... if you like that sort of stuff.

[Aerith Lin]

*I put down my coffee mug for a second*
Sounds Interesting. Are you inviting?

*Sipping some more of my coffee I relax a bit. She's not as tense as she was before, but then again attempted murder will do that to people.*

*I bring my head up and back in a confused manner*
What is Shwarma anyways.

[Sylvia Main]

Different kinds of meat spit fired and chopped up to be wrapped in a pita bread. It's great. You mentioned lack of real food, trust me, this is worth the trip. *It's not an invite, I'm uncomfortable just being in the same room with her. But just talking about the food makes me want to leave work and get some. It'd be awkward to run into her there. Instead I quickly change the subject, trying to maybe sound like an agent for once.* Been on any zone missions lately? You've got quite the record. You're pretty famous around here.

[Aerith Lin]

*I laugh a bit and shrug it off. Maybe I'll go catch some at some point*

Yeah, couple of punks out in the zones had to be taken care of. Not that any of the people working out here are any better. I swear, sometimes they're just the stupidest people I've ever met. It's a shame. There are some brilliant people out in the zones. They could do so much over here in the city. Plus they'd be able to lighten up the mood every now and then.

[Sylvia Main]

*I raise an eyebrow as I sip my coffee, wondering what she's trying to get at. Nice move. Very manipulative. I smile slightly and set my mug down, more than ready to handle whatever she throws at me. Wouldn't be the first time someone within the company threw me a curve ball.* You're right, I know plenty of people who would make excellent contributions to Better Living. Ones that have great aim and fighting technique, a real nack for common sense and strategical thinking. Even ones with supersede our own scientists. I'm sure you know the type, we come across them all the time in the field.

[Aerith Lin]

Oh, but of course.
*I laugh and drink my coffee some more*
There's a particularly special one we've been hoping would return. Seems he likes being out there. Of course, he never did like being labeled or being confined to some sort of organization or group. I dont even think he identifies as Killjoy anymore.

That green gentleman is quite a mystery.

[Sylvia Main]

*I smirk, more than amused at the game we're playing.* That he is. I don't think anyone is capable of persuading him, he's quite stubborn at times. You might want to try talking to him though, from my own experience he's got a wicked talent for weapons. I don't know if we have the means to capture him yet. The last time I had met him he was having an off day.

[Aerith Lin]

Have you seen when he gets Really upset? Oh, the boys in the lab had their fun with that. A little too much fun. How often does he wear the goggles? I think they're usually around his neck. He's had them for quite a while.

But you are right.
*I smirk and lift myself up to sit onto the coffee table.*
He has a very good habit of slipping our grasp. He's like a snake. He always finds a way out. No matter the manner.
I'm sure you know that quite well.

[Sylvia Main]

Well when you're constantly being hunted you learn a technique or two. Some are too abrasive and get themselves killed. Our friend and I caught on to the rules of the game quickly enough. Oh- and as for the goggles, you try standing out in a sandstorm or welding without a little protection. Plus he just looks good in them. *I sip my coffee, smirking and trying not to laugh as memories rush back. It's obvious Poison and her have had some sort of past. Might as well try to manipulate this conversation, no matter how lighthearted it is, into getting some answers.*

[Aerith Lin]

Ha! How noble and nostalgic of him. He's had those goggles for years. They were a present.
*I decide to drop the subject*

The S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit never did do much work. They could never get the bigger rats out there in the desert.

[Sylvia Main]

*I raise an eyebrow, slightly surprised by her comment. Quite the past indeed. I set my mug down again and stretch my arms behind my back after I glance at the time and yawn. Less than five minutes before my shift is over and I'm free from this boring day.* Well if they'd train their units to work together more... Ugh, I always found the system here flawed and inadequate. There's so much room for improvement, at least Orwell and Wilson are on the right track. Don't get me wrong, I've been in quite a few tough spots during my time out in that dustbowl but I think with more training we could be rounding up 'joys left and right.

[Aerith Lin]

((Sorry for the delay! tons of work and stuff to be done))

Well more training could do the trick, but it won't do much effectively if we can't get the lot of them to stop being so bound by procedures. Do you know how many pages of paperwork I have to fill out before I can actually cleanly kill someone? The report when I get back is enough! And every time i go out in the zones, my squad doesnt know any common sense. Not that any of the killjoys are better. They use giant lit up bases with music blaring and unencrypted radio broadcasting stations.

I'm surprised they last as long as they do.