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"Don't look at me," said Chance, waving a hand noncommittally. "It was your turn to bring the stuff this time."

The smile on his face bordered on a lazy smirk, the corners of his lips quirking upwards. Chance slid his eyes from the top of the newcomer's head, down to his feet and then back up again, though it was less the vaguely predatory stare of the sleeper and more the almost-bored expression of someone amused.

Claude received a punch to her arm for her sass.

"Weapon first, casual later," said Chance airily, grinning even as he rested his elbow on her shoulder and used it to prop the side of his head up in his hand. "Bonding is the fun part."

Claude took the punch like a champ, maintaining that winning poker face and swaying a bit but standing firm on her feet. She continued to remain firm as Chance took to leaning on her again too, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes briefly with a light smirk. She looked back at Cameron.

"It's just talk right now from some fresh meat." She drawled. "Buckle up cowboy, you're in for a rodeo, and see how you're feeling after." Since she made Chance give the first spiel she decided, out of the kindness of her heart, to answer the questions about the weapon. "There's not much to elaborate on, honestly. You'll go to the cove, you'll go down some stairs, you'll be in a small room filled with glowing stone tablets...and you'll be drawn to pick one. That's your bonded weapon. After that, you'll leave, you'll see the quarter master, get assigned your coat, be assigned duties...and then have free run of the place."

She paused a moment, and gave a small dip of her head in acknowledgement to the introduction.

"Claude."

"Apologies then, I mistook your smirk for one that had one too many dealings with these..." He shifted his eyes to Claude, "Casual encounters." He huffed.

"Yellow brick road then, I have to say that company is a lot better then. Dorothy and Toto have been replaced by very attractive look alikes." Wasn't fair to Chance or Claude, but Cameron had now deemed them the official Dorothy and Toto of this 'we're not in kansas,' anymore trip.

"Fantastic. Sounds like I'm living in a terrible rendition of some sort of aliens video game. Plus stone tablet weapons. Absolutely thrilling." Talks in his head? Now that wouldn't do at all, Cameron tucked his hands in his pockets, eyes narrowing a bit.

"So little voice running in my head, I am in hell and totally ********." He rose a brow. "Is there an emerald palace at the end of this road Dorothy and Toto? Do I get a wish from the wizard?" He smirked.

"You're Toto, I'm Dorothy, right?" Chance deadpanned, giving Claude a look before he turned back to Cameron, a smirk twisting his lips upwards. "Well, at any rate, I'm glad you find that our company is at least good to look at, the two of us do try to be good company for those in need of some eye candy. Claude here is a Twizzler, I'm a Sour Patch."

The amusement was heavy in his voice, but not mocking. Chance felt fingers in his hair as Claude tugged on one of his curls, and smiled benignly at the two of them.

"Yeah, 'fraid you don't want to meet the wizards," he said. "It's better to deal with us lowly peons instead, we're more interesting."

It was one of the few rare times Claude actually sported a smug look. It was small, but it was there, and it was shot at Chance. See you're Toto. She then planted a hand on top of his curly head. "It's the hair." She informed him, and then ruffled his mess of curls before she dropped her hand again. "Fetching in a blue plaid dress..." She mused, and quirked a brow at Cameron. "I hope you aren't imagining the pig tails too...because then I'd be concerned."

She gave a slow shake of her head and clucked her tongue before she stared at Cameron again. Then she slowly turned to look at Chance.

"Does he think this is the Ritz-Carlton?" She mused. She then tilted her head back towards the way to the Cove. "Alright. Shall we, Toto?" She tapped Chance's elbow with a small smirk to indicate she was about to move, and then started to make her way towards the Cove. "Come along, Tin Man." That was for Cameron.

"I do not, and have been to much better establishments then the ritz-carlton. This is medicore and really odd. You can assume that I am out of my element here." Cameron replied dryly. "I was more of a long braid down your very long back Claude.." And it was hard not to reach over and let a finger run down that spine of hers. She was tall, which meant long. He liked Long pretty things.

Chance was no exception either, and though Cameron had thoughts of the two, he was in the middle of business and business was only mixed with pleasure when you knew the sort of ground you were standing on. So far, his was rocky and mixed.

"Tin Man." Accurate, how quickly he felt himself being enfolded with the two. Fate? He scoffed. "You can look for my heart if you'd like Chance, I'd start at the bottom though and work your way up." Cameron smirked, crossing his arms again and following the two to said yellow brick road.

"As to the conversation of blue plaid dresses, I think it would suit better unworn." He adjusted his glasses again, "And on the floor of bedrooms."

"Yes, thank you Claude," said Chance grandly, giving her a smile. "I appreciate your faith in my ability to wear dresses. I like to think I have the legs to wear them, but it's hard to find something cute in my size."

It was said with the same kind of certainty as Claude's original comment had, and also entirely unclear as to whether or not he was actually being serious or if he was just messing with the new recruit.

(Probably a mixture of both.)

Chance's eyes slid sideways to give Cameron an amused, appraising sort of look.

"My my, aren't we confident," he said mildly, and shrugged one shoulder. "Well, if ever you wonder how that would look, I'm in Room 196, and I usually just keep the door unlocked. Feel free to stop by anytime, though I don't actually have any blue plaid dresses, sorry. I might have a black lace one, though..."

He trailed off in a thoughtful - or maybe it was teasing - sort of way who knew.