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Damn. Lance hid his disappointment by staring at Candace, trying to imagine her in white and red. He ended up shaking his head. "Nope. Can't see you in anything like that. If it was white and purple then perhaps." He shrugged. "You get so used to seeing hunters with their colors that it's hard to imagine them in something else. For Aria, it's browns. You? Purple. Me?" Lance glanced down at himself and grimaced. "Nevermind that."

He shifted his attention back onto her, shaking his head. "You need to earn clearance based on your performance. The Life Labs like to tinker around with things. You've met Clarice? Life assistant?" Lance waited for Candace to answer before continuing, "She's good, really good. When I first..."

Lance trailed off, then tried again. "When she became aware of my situation, she rigged a couple up. Granted they either exploded, fell apart, or otherwise did things they weren't supposed to do. Her heart's in the right place, just..." He shrugged. "She could probably tell you more about runic weapons more than I can. I just know how to use'em, not how they're made or what function they're supposed to serve. Who knows? Maybe if you prove yourself, you might be able to ask if it's possible to get one custom-made. Might cost a pretty penny though."

"As far as your defense goes? Both." Lance shrugged. "It's easy enough to concentrate on your offense, but when it comes to protecting yourself? Yeeeah no. Moons may be good at defending and healing, but you should learn how to take care of yourselves so the Moons can worry about someone else. What have you done to protect yourself so far? What about patching yourself up afterwards?"

The last thing Lance was expecting was for Candace to seat herself onto his lap. He looked at her questioningly when she stood up, glancing at her legs unabashedly. There were some definite perks to being part of the Mist division, and Candace was proving one of those right now.

He gave her a lazy grin in return for her smile, shifting his arms around her so that the arm of his wheelchair wasn't digging into her back. He considered the placement of his hands when she leaned against him, giving up and just letting them rest where they would. "Well now, aren't you resourceful?" He joked, making sure to keep his eyes to himself. It was difficult to look down at himself when Candace's cleavage was in the way.

"Depends on who you speak to, really," Lance offered with a shrug. "Some of them prefer money, others prefer an exchange of favors. As a trainee... Clarice is probably your best bet. It wouldn't hurt to try and get to know some Lifer trainees now before you guys become hunters. Or any other division, really."

Lance shrugged, silent as he listened to her. He nodded approvingly to the shin guards. They weren't much in his eyes, but they were a start. He grew still as Candace caught herself. If he could still walk, he probably would have stood up and set her aside in order to pace. But even if he could use his legs, this conversation probably wouldn't have ever happened. He did not offer anything, remaining silent as she recovered.

"For you it is going to be difficult." Lance reached out with a free hand, resting it on Candace's leg. "Your style of combat relies heavily on flexibility and movement. Shin guards are a start, and stretching before any mission is a requirement, not an option. Aside from that..." Lance began to drum his fingers on Candace's leg, stopping when he realized what he was doing. "You'll need to rely on your Fear shield for protection. Otherwise, my advice? Don't get hit. Learn how to dodge and avoid your opponent. It is going to be difficult considering how close you need to get, however I don't think you will be able to parry or block very well with your weapons."

Lance shrugged. "You seem to be doing good so far, given the circumstances. Do you have any questions for me that we didn't address or...?"

"You're good at getting what you want from H?" Lance asked, impressed. "You are quite the resourceful Mist. As far as why... who knows?" He shrugged. "H and Caelius are the ones who tend to be in charge of who goes into what division. Perhaps they thought it was funny. H certainly did with the latest Mist recruits." He shrugged dismissively. An increase in Mist numbers was always good. The fact that Aria was unprepared for the surge and numbers and still did not know what to make of them was... quite frankly Aria's problem in all honesty.

His attention was side-tracked, thoughts derailed as Candace squirmed on his lap. "Oho? What have we here?" His fingers drummed lightly against her skin as he watched her, curious towards her reaction.

Then he stopped. Lance lifted his hand away and off of her. "Haha, alright. If you're sure, then I think you're good to go."

Candace's denial was met with a feral grin. She could be assured that he would tuck that information away for later, however as to whether or not he would use it now... That was a question left up in the air, one that even Lance would not have an immediate answer to.

Instead, he simply shrugged and let Candace remain on his lap, his chin resting on her head. "Don't make yourself too comfortable. Otherwise I might not let you go," he murmured, contemplating. If Aria walked in now, what would she say? Would she care? It wouldn't be the first time Aria spotted him with another, both in a nonsexual and sexual way. She didn't seem to mind, and yet... Lance owed her, didn't he? If she wasn't around...

I worry about this too much, he realized, quirking a grin at himself. For now, he decided to simply enjoy the moment.