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 Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 5:17 pm
Trox held his breath as he finally set the rings down again, the orbiting planes swayed- as if riding a small current before finding their equilibrium and settling to new planes. He liked that. Ever changing, unstable before finding a new home. Kind of like himself. He's been stable living for years now but for a while it had been a change every 6 or 15 months. He smiled as softly as he could at the man before nodding fervently.
"I... I'm used to durable things, yenno?" He chuckles and shrugs. "Just to be on the safe side. That's what I'm used to."
Ish. Harrison, you fly a machine not meant to fly over people with guns who want to kill you. That doesn't scream intelligence or safety. Signing you life to war for 20 years doesn't sound smart or safe. But it was his story and he was sticking to it.
"Anything really. I feel like this is my only shot." He gave a shrug to portray nonchalance but in reality his heart was racing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 5:30 pm
"You'll see that both are pretty damn durable. Dr. Kyou put all sorts of scenarios in mind when designing these things, so it's not like you'll set the jar down and it'll explode into a million pieces, ya know?" Zeke chuckled and stood up, leaving the desk and walking the short expanse of floor between his desk's area and the lobby door. "Be back in a sec!"
He was gone in a flash of purple and green hair and back almost as quickly. A new metal suitcase was in hand when he returned and without skipping a beat the vet had it on the table and the Essence and Soul Glass tucked away inside it. It clicked shut with no effort on the raver's part and it was set off to the side for Trox to easily grab when the time came, which was looking like soon, given how things were going. Zeke plonked himself back down into his chair and slid the folder over to the man opposite him. A pen followed right after.
"Before you leave I'm gonna have to have you sign where these papers say. They're release forms, just regular legal stuff. They're already dated as well so no sweat there." He leaned back in his seat, quickly going over a mental checklist to make sure he had everything he needed covered. Naturally, Zeke almost forgot one key detail and was quick to grab a handle on his desk to pull out a drawer and rifle through it.
"I'm also gonna give you a stapled...well it's not a packet really. It's just three pages of names, addresses, and phone numbers of other Guardians and their Raevans. That way if you ever need to, you can track people down." He smiled up and over the desk quickly before turning back to the task at hand. There were too many files and folders in this thing - he really ought to clean it out when he had some free time. "Oh and if you have anymore questions, please feel free! I'm always happy to take calls if you have any that come to you later, but best get the ones you have outta the way, right?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 5:37 pm
"I'll let you know after I accidentally drop them from a 50 foot hover..." He muttered. Not that he'd ever take them up with him- Or even think of it. Just nervous little tics he's developed. Should they magically appear in the rear seat. Or should his car door fling open on the highway. Simple things. He smiled and watched the raver bumble before pursing his lips at the packet.
Troxel was a diligent man when it came to signing forms. It was kind of a pain in the a** really. He was thorough in the fine print, trained from years of government paperwork. At least he didn't have to sign with his Social Security Number anymore. He tilted his head as he read over the forms and nodded. It all seemed fair. He scrawled his illegible signature- vague H followed by a squiggle and a T followed by more squiggles. The blocks were filled. The forms read.
"Oh- Thank you... that could prove to be useful..." He said taking over the list of names and immediately finding Revontulet and Doucette Delacy. He gave a small grin before tucking the forms into the folder and folding his hands.
"Yeah we hit all the big ones really. I got the contact information..." He stood slowly, holding out an arm, "Thank you for everything."
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 5:48 pm
"The four names on top there are all staff: Dr. Kyou, Alex, Isikoro, and myself. If you ever have an emergency, try calling us first and we'll do what we can to help you out." He gestured to the top of the list as Harrison took it, before pulling the signed paperwork back and checking it over in case any lines hadn't been signed. All was well on that front and Zeke had the folder shut and slipped off to the side with one fluid motion, standing in a second one.
"Like I said, if you have anymore questions or things like that, feel free to call me. My phone's only off when it's charging, but I keep it on vibrate or silent when I'm at my full time job. If you don't reach me, just leave a message." He beamed and took the offered hand, shaking it firmly and with good feelings toward the man who was now departing.
"Oh and before you go; when you finally catch your Raevan's soul, just give the Lab a call to set up an appointment. You can either come here or I can drop by to pick it up, but either way...You're welcome!"
He released the man's hand and pushed the case towards him, maneuvering once more out of his area. Instead of going toward the glass door like he just had Zeke instead walked to the doors that led out into the hot summer air and opened one of the two for Troxel as he made his way out.
"Congrats again Trox, and I'll see you again soon!"
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