12 - Not a field agent!

[no_fastolfe]

[Mansooreh's Brooklyn accent, never really mild at the best of times, gets thicker when she's surprised. The effect is sort of 1940's-esque; it's been a hundred some-odd years, the slang was due for a comeback anyway

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[thewheelofdeath]

A few days. Quiet.

[He's beginning to hate this place.]

[no_fastolfe]

I'm sorry, sir...? [What... is he?]

I'm afraid I don't exactly follow.

[thewheelofdeath]

[He's ... well, human-shaped, at least, but covered head-to-toe in a red cloak. Even his face is wrapped in something black, except for unblinking yellow eyes.]

We will be out in a few days, if the others are not lying.

[no_fastolfe]

That's great and all but my job won't stick around for that long. [It's not snotty as much as wide-eyed concern.]

[thewheelofdeath]

[Impatient, but acidic instead of the outright boredom you'd get from Arthas:]

So get another one - do you think I care?

[no_fastolfe]

Well no and I hope you're having a lotta fun with your convention - [she genuinely does] - but there's really only the one place that makes robots. Because. You know. The ban?

[thewheelofdeath]

Could they continue without you?

[no_fastolfe]

Well, yeah, yeah, it's not like I'm Dr. Calvin or something. [There's a name you say with cautious reverence. In case you summon her.] They're gonna be short staffed for the A-1952 microcircuitry changeover, though. Really I should be there.

[Fret fret.]

[thewheelofdeath]

If you're disposable, then I suggest you stop babbling.

[no_fastolfe]

[She stops and looks at him seriously]

Well hey, Mister, that's pretty rude.

[thewheelofdeath]

My name is Gorefiend.

We do not take our family names lightly.

[no_fastolfe]

My name is Mansooreh Jones. It's very nice to meet you, Mister Gorefiend.

[Re-enactors. Sigh.]