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Chance had been wandering by the Death Offices for no particular reason except that he was on his way back from delivering a report about some of his duties for the day. The laughter from one of the rooms, however, made him stop, however; Chance poking his head in through the door.

"Luna, Rep," he said amicably. His gaze flickered to Mark. "Man-With-Jar. Afternoon."

Cee came sauntering in wearing reflective silver mermaid scale leggings and sky high heels. She was carrying a folder of reports that covered the entire time she was away.

They were late. Like super late. But at least she did them.

"I got a force for ya..." She said with a smirk and an eyebrow bob at all in the room. The folder was tossed haphazardly down on the desk that was slowly getting covered in leaves.

"Yoooooo does that thing, like, grow any plants?" She was leaning over to look at it, every way she moved somehow mildly inappropriate whether deliberate or not. She gave Rep a head nod to the arm and a wink.

There was someone leaning against the door when the trainee describing the Death Assistant, she couldn't help but giggled lightly. Such uppity. The fragment did worth something in return, it was that ignorance pissed her off a bit, like seeing herself.

"You're definitely not ready when you don't even know what it means by classified information." The petite huntress wearing a full hunter coat said calmly, browsing the office. "Anyone know where Sam is? I'm finding him." She went to find Sam only and it seemed she had picked a bad timing, there were many familiar faces.

Trying her best not to make eye contacts with anyone, she unwrapped a candy and threw into her mouth. Sweetness always helped to soothe her anixiety, she casted down her eyes.

Chance was eyeing the creepy hand, though he did give the unfamiliar Cee a cheerful sort of smile in greeting.

"Yes, he does," he added, in answer to Luna's question, and this also was said pretty cheerfully. "Rep's a one-of-a-kind sort of b*****d."

This was accompanied by a returned grin, even if Chance was still trying to figure out what on earth he'd just walked in on - and also what on earth a Jedi Master was, because while he'd definitely heard of the infamous Mark, he hadn't exactly heard of what a Jedi was.

He made a mental note to ask Otto about that later. "By the boss, do you mean Caelius?" Chance asked, because he still hadn't actually met that guy either. The smaller Death hunter that approached was given a nod of greeting, Chance lounging against one of the walls with his arms folded across his chest.

Lunaire was almost done with this place. She was seriously debating leaving right around when Not-Shu showed up. She gave Not Shu a somewhat dirty look over the rim of her glasses. "They never once dropped the word classified, just really weak Star Wars references." She rolled her eyes a bit and turned back to Rep and Mark.

Rep however actually offered something up, the jar of whatever she had found was bad, Sith bad, which wasn't really detailed, but she had an AI Tutorial voice in her head, and could summon a weapon from no where so sure Sith Stuff it is.

She glanced back at Chance and shrugged at the one of a kind b*****d, "He's got great hair I'll give him that." She gestured to Rep's two toned hair and just how wild it was. It fit his manic laugh earlier well.

That hand was now on the floor and was continuing to grow. The boss was.... Caelius? They mentioned that in the meeting before they where all warped to the s**t show that was the desert. Amazing they didn't have a full party wipe.

Without saying anything she raised both hands her Chakram's appearing, "So do we smash the green glowing thing before it reaches it's ultimate form or we just going to let this go like a cut scene?"

Apparently the part about it belonging to the boss didn't mean much to her.

"Alright, I'll go to the beach and have a look later, thanks Rep." The petite huntress replied and gave Chance a quick glance. Mark's words were mostly ignored except the part about Caelius.

As a response to Lunaire, Not-Shu simply squinted her eyes slightly. She had been treated like a kid, and when an actual kid showed up, she was annoyed by their ignorance. Their logics were so passive, and she wondered how long she could survive. Her tone sounded like when someone sees a hole on their way, if there's no sign saying dangerous, she would still walk forward and allow herself drop into it.

They already told her it's dangerous and if they were fudging with Star Wars stuff, one shall know they don't want to talk about it. Except people who got along with Mark long enough to know how much he loved Star Wars, he changed topics fast and would easily be distracted . More importantly, what they were talking was serious stuff not chats to kill time. Anyway, she didn't say anything, it was none of her business to point that out. The trainee was just a stranger.

When the said trainee pulled out her big enough weapons at the office, she sighed. Does someone needs to remind her the office just get repaired recently? Things didn't look good, the creepy hand had grown into something else...... "Does that related to Creation?" She pointed to the green odd thing akin to a skull. "Did you just locked that thing in a drawer?" She questions Mark, arched an eyebrow.

A shrug followed, "Better confines its free movement before it's too late-" Blue eyes travelled across the room and stopped at the rubbish bin. Gauging its size and height, she guessed it would do, so she took action. The Death huntress emptied the bin and picked it up, her another hand held a hard cardboard. Like a cleaner, she quickly tilted and swept up the thing with the cardboard. Then, she covered it with the bin and turned it upside down. Finally she put something heavy on top of the large cardboard and called it done.

"Do we have any hemp ropes, nylon cords, or chain-with-lock?" She asked with little hope, knowing how little the chance would be. If they had so much times to discuss, then they might have done something.

Wrap it up nicely like a present and give it to the boss could be nice, right? The petite huntress randomly mused for an obviously stupid idea as she waited. She was still the petite Asian inside, who loved to daydream.