[008; Closed]

[knockaboutgirl]

[It was a long time ago that Krypta remembered falling into the Bureau by accident, and even longer since she had seen or heard from any of those within it. Still, that made her wonder where they were, and worry- as to why, well. It was a part of being in the Brotherhood. She knew they were fine- they're assassins after all, they had to be. But at

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[Dreams often transcend reality and at times in ones life, moments pass where it feels as if they are being shifted, tugged firmly between realms of existence and within a blink of an eye, all can change and yet, all can seem normal still. Night is upon Jerusalem and the sounds of the day fade, they die down with the approach of the evening that settles like a heavy blanket. The air becomes cooler with the winds that pass from the country side through the walkways and streets of the bustling city that now remains still and eerie in comparison to the heat and quickness when the sun is bright and shining down upon inhabitants there. Yet no, it is night and it is near silence, no shout of guards, not a footstep upon the stone floor, no one within the quietly tucked away building, a place of secrecy, a bureau to maintain information with one man remaining within

[knockaboutgirl]

[The second his voice comes to her ears, her head snaps towards the sound and she has to keep herself from snapping a rude comment back at him. As much as she hates it when he called her that, acting like she had previously won't earn any new respect- she knows this now.

Instead, she keeps quiet, tilting her head to the side and speaking without a bite, surprisingly.]

Brother.

[No words of 'jerkass hermit,' no informal greeting of his name- better to start out slow and eventually rebuild what was... well, hopefully what was supposed to be there all along.

Krypta shuffles and leans a bit towards the desk, unsure of where to begin. It's been so long, what does she say to a man who mostly chastised her whenever they met?]

Working late again?

[It's not the easiest of things, but it's better than flat-out insulting him, which she had done many times before, when her temper was more readily flaring. Now that she's been hiding for two years and learned the consequences of betrayal, her temper comes just as easy- but she can hold it

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[The woman that is standing before him is obviously not the same as who he remembered. Yet in this twisted verse of falsity and reality, he is the absent object here, this is not his realm any longer and this is not the norm. He is an image projected and she, she exists fully. Still, it does not feel that way, this feels as if it is just another waking moment so far from a dream that it is palatable and true. Her words are clear and while they are not what he expects from the person he often deemed child in his books, his gaze does not reach her and continues to look over the parchment.] There is no reason to rest.

[The greeting perturbs him as he does not view her as a member of the order, does not know of what she has been through and is clueless to her development, her growing. While more annoyed at the fact she has the nerve to regard to him in such a manner he dismisses it.]

Until the task is complete there is little need for it. Success is not made behind closed eyes. [A beat.] What brings you here this evening?

[knockaboutgirl]

[To be honest, she doesn't know.

It wasn't planned, as the Bureau had disappeared as soon as he did, so to find it here again piqued her curiosity, made her uncertain. For all she knew it could only be a trap, something made to lure her here and then take her away. Who knew when it came to this place, at least.]

You can't exactly perform at your best without it, either.

[It's not said as a challenge, just a statement, something to add onto. It gives her a moment to really think as to how to answer him.]

I don't know. The Bureau disappered when you left. I guess I was surprised to find it here again.