In a Main Gauche sunroom, Andrew Wells is sitting upside down in a chair with his camera, rewatching old footage and snickering to himself. One of these days he's going to find some way to invest in a laptop and some video editing software and actually get this documentary off the ground
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"Bambi," he says with a small nod. "Never thought I'd see you out of your office, what with your little advertisement."
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She picks up her whiskey and takes a sip. "Arlin," she says, nodding right back. "If I didn't take a break, I'd go crazy, and a crazy forger doesn't lure in the prospective fish."
Hey, the Organization is always looking for new blood or at least people who would be useful whether they want to be made useful or not.
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"That would lure fish, but not the right kind," he says. "Though I find it hard to believe that there are Wanderers around here that the Organization has an interest in." He says this as though he isn't technically a Wanderer himself. And as though he doesn't know the Organization's take on recruiting.
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He takes another sip, savoring the cold liquor for a moment. It's slightly too warm in the bar for the jacket he's wearing, but he's not exactly going to take it off. The shirt underneath is a bit of a mess, annoyingly. He liked that shirt. "Why, do you know of any plans to bump one?"
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She finishes off the whiskey and orders another, deciding to change the subject. "Did you hear the Triumverate up and vanished? Not that I can't say good riddance to the lot of them, but it seems like this Organization of ours changes hands every few months. It's a bit of a sham, really."
But she won't leave, because it's a sham that pays well, and when it does function correctly, it functions correctly.
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He grimaces a bit and takes a much larger sip of his white russian than the previous ones. "I heard, yes, though from what I hear the new management is...less than stable, and meeting with them isn't exactly something one wants to do." And he trusts Romeo's word on that about as much as he trusts anybody's word.
Not that this means he'll leave either; the Organization's given him the closest to a purpose he's going to get this side of the Rift. He'll just keep his distance.
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Which is pretty odd thinking coming from an Angel of Knowledge, really. Well, as long as she doesn't do any of those dirty deeds, herself, she gets to keep her wings.
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He finishes off his drink, catching the bartender's eye for another, then rolls his eyes at Bambi's comment. "Possibly because there's more than enough destruction to go around, these days," he remarks. Oh, he remembers when Chicago was relatively quiet, compared to this. Just like he remembers when the Organization had seen better days. "Explosions were never my thing." He may or may not be making a disgusted face; it all depends on how well you're able to read the slight curl of his lip. Not that he hasn't seen his share of them, just not all at once in the span of a month or so.
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That way she can walk up to their fucking bookkeeper and demand her money in person if she wants to.
"You can't tell me you'd leave the center of everything for greener pastures, would you, Arlin?" Not that she thinks he's that sentimental. It could be teasing for all her tone suggests.
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"The center of the universe is usually the place I avoid," he growls. It's not really meant to come out any meaner than it does, but this much prolonged populace control really grates on him after awhile. "But I do what the job calls for, and it calls for Chicago."
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"Either way, I guess it looks like we're stuck in Chicago for the time being." She picks up her whiskey glass and holds it up in a mock toast. "Cheers." And with that the whiskey's gone with one toss. She slaps some money on the table and manages to slide gracefully off her stool.
"See you around, Arlin."
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