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[There is a man in a plain back, two button suit and tie, with well polished shoes who is currently pacing in front of the statue in the town square. His close cropped brown hair is left slightly mussed as he absently runs a hand through it, muttering softly under his breath.]

This is too elaborate for him. I stopped him. So this is something else

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[vengefulagent]

[well now this is a curious sight. Wash was in the library en route to the roof when he spotted the man pacing, and since that didn't seem to be normal behavior compared to the rest of the town, he decides to go investigate. granted, there's something about the man's movements that seem off to Wash, and he has a few ideas what it might be, but then again, he can't be entirely certain. not without finding out a few things, of course.]

[as he walks towards the man, that whistling music finally changes to something subtle enough that he can tune out better. he doesn't reach for his weapons, but he's more than ready to grab one if this man turns hostile in any way. (and considering the girl, Verita, was nowhere in sight, it doesn't put him at ease.) still, when he does speak, it's with a business-like tone]

Hello! My name is Agent Washington. I couldn't help overhearing, but you're waiting for answers of some kind? Perhaps I can of some service. [naturally, there's more to this simple line of questioning, but he's interested to see where it goes.]

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[He watches him as he approaches, resisting the urge to raise a brow at the armor. Interesting. His music still remains the drums.] Well, I don't intend to be idle while I wait, those that seem to be in charge hardly seem chatty.

Hello, Agent Washington, I am the Master. What help do you think you might be?

[vengefulagent]

So I've noticed. [clearly remembers his earlier visit to the town hall]

"The Master", huh? Funny, I never heard of your position in the staff line-up. [but as he's talking, he can't help noticing those drums of the Master's. that doesn't make him happy--nor does the man's tone for that matter. so, he answers in kind.]

Well, that depends. What help do you need? I can't fully guarantee my assistance until I learn what sort of trouble you're having.

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[smiles despite this] Regrettably, it is to be expected, I can hardly be everywhere at once.

The same that I think everyone here, except those in charge, share in common; assistance in finding out why we are here and, ultimately, leaving this place. Surely we can help each other and others with a goal such as that in common?

[vengefulagent]

I don't suppose you're the master of anything specific, are you?

[he doesn't answer immediately.] And then what happens when that goal ceases to be a common one?

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A great number of things.

[he regards him carefully once again.] I will do what I must.

[vengefulagent]

[flatly, sarcastically] Oh. I am in awe.

[now that...sets him on edge for a bit. not because he thinks the Master is full of shit, but because he completely believes what he's said as well as his intentions.] Is that right? What a team player.

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[his tone is mildly sarcastic as well, but that smile is dangerous.] I would expect nothing less.

[he opens his hands, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.] One does what one is able to.

[vengefulagent]

[...yeah, he's definitely going to keep an eye on you, Master.]

And what exactly are you able to do? [he doesn't expect a straight answer, but can't blame a guy for trying]

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I'm a wonderful homemaker.