[ PRP ] Office (Rep)

[Zoobey]

The office was the same as usual, sans Death lead, Mark and Samuel arguing over the latest instructional video playing on the Death assistant's laptop.

"I just think it could be done without this introduction," Sam emphasized, pointing to the screen paused on a picture of Mark wearing Windows Movie Maker sunglasses walking away from a Windows Movie Maker explosion, "Is this part really necessary?"

"Uh, Death assistant here," Mark pointed to himself, and then at his face, his winning asset, "I'm responsible for like, responsibility and stuff. A Jedi Master like, never- oh hey Rep."

Sam took this as a moment to casually flip close Mark's laptop, pointing to the mound of paperwork at Rep's impromptu desk. "How about we ditch the paperwork and go somewhere exciting?"

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[Baneful]

Rep had spent most of the morning doing actual paperwork, sorting through a lot of petty mission reports about sparring sessions amongst insular cliques of sun hunters and out of boredom had sat and carefully drawn a relationship circle chart of all the involved parties and their various rivalries as he imagined them.

In the end he had one bit of paper to file which summed up the stack he'd sorted through as basically nothing. He'd put it in an envelope and didn't expect anyone to actually ever read it.

He had a huge pile of paperwork still to go through.

Mark and Sam got the same somewhat wary look they always got from the red haired man. "Exciting means a lot of different things when you guys are involved. But I'm listening."

 

[Zoobey]

"I'm not Mark," retorted Sam, though the Death Assistant didn't even look phased, the latter peeling open his laptop again to clean up the last of the green screen, "This is all practical surveillance stuff, I'm really am sorry for what happened last time with Rodney, but everything runs a risk otherwise we'd just be field research lackeys."

As Sam pulled open his folder in hand, Mark peered over. "Oh you guys are going there." The Death Assistant was trying his best to make it sound as dangerous and dramatic as possible. "Wow, I can't imagine going to that place."

It was around that time that the Death lead arrived on cue, as per usual, and sat on her desk, because chairs were for other less important people. Instead of getting to work, she simply observed Sam and Mark argue, long braided hair today, twisted into a half-bun. Of course, she wasn't wearing her coat, just her customary white dress, lips curved into a small smile.

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[Baneful]

"I don't mind risk at this point, I just prefer not to die if possible." It was true though that it wasn't normally quite as dangerous going places with Sam as it was with Mark. However, when push came to shove (and in spite of all evidence to the contrary), Rep trusted Mark more than Sam. There was just something a little off about Sam, something a little bit strange that he couldn't put his finger on.

Mark got a nonplussed look. "You aren't ******** helping." he snapped.

Before he went a little bit pale, looking over at Circe, before looking back to Sam and Mark, clearly derailed from his impending rant.

He did not at all want to ask if they also saw her.

 

[Zoobey]

"Yeah have fun going to that place," the Death assistant emphasized, now engrossed into searching up cooler sunglasses to put on his sunglasses while making sure his looked marginally cooler than his Asian Hollywood comedic relief buddy.

Sam rolled his eyes and packed a few folders into his bag. "No guarantees, but statistically there's a greater probability of dying on this island than off of it. Probably. Anyway, we're investigating some horseman hotspots," here there were airquotes he had adopted from Mark, "Budapest, Barcelona, am I missing any?" He looked at her.

"Florence first," she nodded, seated perfectly still, only chin tilting to gaze at Rep. "Samuel and I would appreciate the company, it would be of great favour to us."

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[Baneful]

"I bet you don't even know where we are going because you weren't invited." Rep said, trying to regain some of his sass from before, thrown off balance by Circe but determined not to seem like a crazy ******** if no one else could see her. "But aye I guess. This place is where all the horsemen would love to get to, and would love even more to ******** it up. Everyone's ******** jealous of this dodgy wee rock."

He did raise a brow at the hotspots. "Those sound like normal places almost, you know, compared to hostile wastelands like the sahara. Aren't those also people hotspots? My weapon is well... it's Tracey."

He shrugged. "But anywhere yous want me to go, I'll go." he said to Circe.

 

[Zoobey]

"Investigating," Samuel emphasized, a long sigh escaping at the end syllable. "Anyway, minimal gear needed. Portal in five minutes?"

"Five minutes is enough," she agreed and then held one hand towards Rep, clearly expecting an escort. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd enjoy the company there."

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

"Five minutes." he affirmed to Sam. It was about normal for a mission call and he always came to the office with all of his necessities tucked away in his many many pockets just in case. He probably needed less than five, if he was honest.

When Circe extended her hand, it was almost instinctual to take hold of it.

"Nae bother really." he said to her, a little quieter than he'd addressed Sam and a little politer. "Are you really coming with us?"
 

[Zoobey]

"Uh no," Mark responded, mistaking the target of conversation with rather keen ears, "I'm staying right here because you know what else is important? This guy." For extra measure he pointed a few times at himself but then reflexively slouched his head as she lead Rep to the doorway. "Have fun out there."

The walk was peaceful, quiet, mostly her leading Rep along and she began to hum a bit mostly to herself as they left the main headquarters perimeter.

Her hands were ice cold.

"It will be nice, this time together," she said amicably, even as it began to suddenly drizzle again. "It has been a while."

'Baneful

 

[Baneful]

"Later mate, good luck with hollywood." He said to Mark as they left, giving him a smirk.

Out in the halls Rep didn't mind at all being led when it was someone he considered stronger than himself, happy to go at circe's pace. No one had lost any memories yet today so everything was fine. His own hands were always a little too warm, his temperature naturally always too warm for the island's humid heat. Circe's chill was welcome.

"Been up to much?" He asked her. "Thanks by the way for well.. I never wanted to be a horseman. I made my choices a long time ago."

 

[lizbot]

Mason Chadwick stood off in the distant background, wearing a too tight tanktop and practicing making his pecs dance to the tune of Uptown Funk.  

[Zoobey]

"I'm afraid you would not be a very good horseman," she covered one hand over her mouth, hiding a wider smile, "It is very fortunate to us indeed that you are not. Have you considered my other offer - it still extends when you are ready."

Instead of elaborating the question, she nodded to Mason politely as they drew closer, her features pulling into a more accommodating smile. "Hello Mason, are you and Mark still in disagreement over your vehicle decor?"

The lighthouse was just a little more in the distance.

Baneful

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[Baneful]

"Nope." he said. "For a start, whenever I end up as one I'm always ******** War. And I mean, I need to deal with the island but I ******** hate jungles." He shook his head. He liked being a hunter a great deal at this point and wouldn't actually swap it for anything at all.

He pointedly didn't mention her offer, assuming as always it was tied to potentially losing his memories for the sake of something greater. Harrison was the anchor that always kept him from asking more, from delving further, from pursuing anything Circe had to offer. Especially lately when he found himself so acutely aware of his own solitude and boredom, it was the other man who kept him as cautious and incurious as he was. It was probably what kept him alive.

If anything ever happened to the other man though, all bets would be off and he would pursue whatever power it took to forget or get him back.

Mason got a really confused look though as Circe addressed him, Rep's expression silently asking can you see her?, Sam had seen her, but it could have been Cael, it could have been anyone.

Mason himself in spite of his unusual occupation at that moment in time still slightly intimidated Rep, the way all muscular and masculine people always did, and without even realising he was doing it he tightened his grip on his companion's hand just a little bit.

 

[lizbot]

"Hey Babe," Mason greeted the lead, still bobbing his pecs. After a moment he tried switching them to Imperial March as the mention of Mark. Because the other Death Hunter could definitely not perform such a feat. "He's still mad that a group of civ's surrounded him last time we went out in it. You'd think he'd be happy they wanted his autograph! Well...Jack Black's autograph."

Mason shook his head sadly and lifted his arms over his head so that Circe would get the full view of his chest olympics. "So what's up? Need any jars opened?" He laughed and then winked at her. "Just kidding, Boss Babe! I know you use the jar opener I got you for Christmas all the time!"

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[Zoobey]

"Of course," she responded casually to the Mason jar question, "Strength is a great weakness of mine; it is a blessing to have both of you in my division, gifted in strength and ability." Rep got a reassuring hand squeeze back as his grip tightened. "Without this power, we would be at far greater peril."

The lighthouse as they finally arrived was the same as usual, massive goliath made out of vines, pulsating with green. The interior was lined with the same vines, they were sentient after all in their own strange way, and from intertwined archways inside, formed portals.

Sam was waiting there, casually slouched against one of the closed portal vines, a small collection of small white flowers blooming around wherever he made contact, unnoticed by him. "It's about time, you know how temperamental it can get if you wait." He sighed. "You guys got everything?"

Baneful

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