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Clerise's phone rang.

Not a text, but a legit phone call.

The voice on the other end was familiar, male, and smoothly amused, "Good morning, Clerise."

There was a pause and then a low, soft laugh, "No, I'm afraid it is very much otherwise, my dear. Now do get the ******** up and make your way to my office. We need to have a little chat."

"Enter," the doctor's voice was slightly distracted, and the man himself was busy sketching small diagrams when she came in. He glanced up at her and noted the trainees less than calm and collected appearance with a small, pleased smile. "Well, I hear you've been educated on the value of nakama quite recently." A smile which turned slightly feral as the man continued, "Alla- taichou saw fit to seek me out and talk to me about it. At great length."

"Yes," a hint of true amusement, "...although you may want to work on your marker skills, my dear. People expect better from the Life Division." His attention returned to his notes as he continued, "Honestly, I'm not terribly interested in what you do or do not say, Clerise. It's the point where it leads to personal inconvenience for myself that you need to worry about."

A smile,bright and toothy, "You do understand, this I trust? Now, the other day a large group of hunters performed some bizarre version of Extreme Twister, using the Deathsweeper and the place is a mess. Use one of the cleaning golems and take care of it today, will you?"

Clerise Nicole had, in fact, become aware of what a cleaning golem was. The purpose they served, how much damage one could take before obliterating, and.

Well.

She also became aware of the uniforms that they wore: slinky little maid costumes. An all black, sleeveless ensemble that dove at the bust, a little ribbon in front. The skirt flared out immediately, some lace underneath to give it volume-- and it was cut more than just a little too short. There were little white bows that lined up her with hipbones, and three white lines ran from the waist to the bust. Thigh high black stockings had come with it, as well as some rather uncomfortable heeled mary janes. To top it all off, a little satin collar was around the neck of her golem, fitting snugly.

Whoever had put the outfit together had obvious had an eye for detail, and had lovingly put it all together. Upon activation, the redhead had taken a moment to appreciate herself.

If the good doctor that such an outfit would put the redhead off, then he had another thing coming to him-- and that was a ******** fact.

So she had suited up and gone onto the battlefield-- and been obliterated in numerous, creative ways.

Well.

Some of them were curious anyway-- she gave credit to the noose and some acid, but that guy controlling the laser had been a complete and utter douchenozzle.

Either way, she had harassed someone into taking a picture of her, and had merrily flounced off to the Life Labs and demanded assistance on how to use a printer. And then, of course, she'd had to justify why she wanted a 4x5 of her in a ******** up maid costume giving the bird to the camera.

And for that, she had a ******** fantastic answer.

Clerise slipped the photo underneath the door of H's office, feeling significantly more confident now that she had paid for her sins.

When H read the back, if he did, it would say this:



No sarcasm.