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Solia had a mission. Not an official one but she had a mission that could lead to really great things and all she needed was permission. Totally not hard to get right? She'd asked around and found she had two options. One was to give up because you don't just ask people questions Solia. The second option, was to talk to Mark, and see if she couldn't bribe him.

Problem one: She was supposed to ask questions.
Problem two: She didn't have any money, which was apparently what Mark wanted.

She asked around a bit more, and found she could try to bribe with other things, like baked goods, but it would have to be a certain type of baked goods. Fandom based goods. Goods that might have ended up with colorful designs that she spent far too long adding onto the sugar cookies. Cookie-vengers. By no means were they as pretty as the pictures one might see on the internet, but they were close enough. You could figure it out pretty easy.

She just hoped that this Mark guy wouldn't be mad for the secret Spiderman cookie she slipped into the box. He was totally an avenger.

In her heart.

Looking herself over before she knocked on the door, the death trainee bounced on her feet, white box filled with cookies in hand. "Mr. Mark? You around?"

Oh. Oh, this was a bit... cramped. And messy. And disorganized. And all techy and- his keyboard was going to fry oh god that poor thing. Her elf eyes took it all in, a sort of detached wonder. This was the lair of the death assist. "It's like the batcave if Alfred didn't exist and Wayne was more a college student." She mumbled under her breath. But-

"Um, okay. Mister Mark the Awesomenator of doom. I'll try to remember that but.. not promises. Anyway, I hope I'm not disturbing your work too much but-" She shook the box of cookies lightly. Her bribe material. "I had a few questions for you if you have the time. It' about maybe.. sorta.. going to Halloween. And Israfel." She smiled. There, this wasn't so hard! "Not like tablet stuff but more, him before he was a weapon stuff."

Pizza waving aside, Solia wasn't going to think bad of the fact her assistant lead was a slob. Some people just had alternative lifestyles. But oh why that poor keyboard was going to break and it was a waste computers and tumblr how did she miss you so.

"Thank you Mr. Mark the Awesomenator of doom!" She was going to repeat it. For memory. "And I would think that if tiger of the east is polite enough it might learn from the jedi master. If the tiger is foolish... well I'd expect that the jedi master gets a new, if illegal, fur rug. But not sure if endangered species laws can be applied so far into the future when the Midi-chlorians come onto the scene." What was logic? It was a mystery.

Opening the box, the colorful cookies appeared, little piles of Avenger crests and a spiderman face stuck in the corner. She didn't hand off the box however. "Well... I kinda guessed that SOME files I can't touch yet, but as death, isn' my job to get info? If so, why can't I get info on my weapon? But um..." She looked for a place to sit. "I also was told I needed to get permission for a mission sir." Oh right. "Mr. Mark the Awesomenator of doom Sir."

He didn't even use a plate oh god the grease was going to get under the keyboard and it would end a congealed mess and the keys would get stuck to the computer if he didn't clean it and the computer...no. No, she would mourn the loss of tech later. She had business to attend to. Serious business.

"On the minipet pet mission, er, frightnight, I came across a witch named Belladonna who knew Israfel." A small bounce in place with a grin. "And in talking, I thought it would be good to gather some intel on how the reaction to my weapon's creation has affected those that knew him. He's not been forgotten, and he's been seen as a weapon now after the last mission, yet another reason to get some digs on. If just for my own protection to know who to avoid. The problem I have right now is this: The golem I used would have to be used again for a consistent alibi if I should be allowed to return for the follow up. I'd need to set up correspondence with the witch Belladonna again and meet her for a convention." A deep breath. She had to be professional, and walk the walk and talk the talk even if Isra wasn't there to help her.

"A human convention." She gave Mark a serious a look. "I'd be a human dresses as a monster dressed as a human. On a mission to uncover the lasting effects of what happened to Israfel!"
She offered the box of cookies, handing them off then. "I know the code, yet for this I think the creed is a bit more appropriate. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. Or, will be. One day. Maybe. Everything is permitted that is technically allowed I guess. If we do the code though, I can dig it. There is never anything wrong with being a padawan to a good Jedi master!"

She repeated his name to keep it to memory.
"Mr. Mark the Awesomenator of Doom Jedi Master Sir."
Sadly it seemed to just keep getting longer.

She had hoped it would not come to this. She really hoped it would not. She put the box behind her back and did her best to look serious. Difficult given her size but she could try.

"I need clearance to use the golem from frightnight for a follow up on gathering intel about student knowledge and reaction towards recent weaponizations. If I am granted clearance I can give you the goods, as well as a steady supply of them for say.. a week? In the event the mission takes longer I can alter the payment of cookies as needed."

She nodded. "I will attempt a cake at the end of the mission should it be a success."

At that point, Solia realized one, that was too many keys. And two, Mark was more confusing than half the fandom blogs on tumblr. He wanted payment right then but how was she supposed to bake than many cookies dear lord that would be too many cookies. Handing over the box, (completely), she just looked at him, slightly confused. “I… don’t know what else you want? I mean I could run an errand for you and um-“

Fishing around in her pockets- nope nothing. “Uh. I don’t have much else to offer Mr. Mark the Awesomenator of Doom Jedi Master Sir, just the cookies.” She signed. She had not been as prepared as she thought she had been.