At first, Mercy was pretty cool with the new digs. Nothing drastically different from H.Y.D.R.A, nothing shockingly dissimilar to her Academy training. At least not at first
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"Thinking of quitting already?" Zero had come in silently as he normally did and moved to retrieve a water bottle of his own. It was a rare moment that he went into the Mess Hall.
Then again. It was quiet. Ideal time for him to be there.
[ooc: have some more Wtf = Zero being sociable? D:< ]
She turned to face him, a small smirk on her face. "Oh hardly," she wasn't going to quit, wasn't going to question things. She was mostly questioning why she'd agreed to ruin infiltration on such a large, complex and unstable group.
"I'm just thinking out loud." Sometimes, quiet was good, and perfect for finding out a few things.
Thinking out loud was a common thing around here. Zero gave a single nod before taking a drink of the water. He hadn't had a chance to meet this new recruit yet, though he was generally supposed to be familiar with everyone.
"Work." She answered shortly, a small smirk on her face.
She wasn't sure if he was the third degree kind of guy, but controlled seemed to fit him. "They picked me up, I got drafted." She shrugged one shoulder, trying for nonchalance. "I figured that's why everyone was here."
She raised her eyebrow, smirk dropping. Stryker had a few willing participants, they would be interesting to meet. Or at least figure out. "Oh? You one of them?"
Serious, controlled, stoic. Yup, definitely one to figure out.
"Well, usually it takes purpose to show no purpose and the experience of no purpose to make people appreciate purpose." And woah, rambling.
She hadn't done that since she'd been cornered in Berlin. "Sorry, I lose myself sometimes. I'm Mercy." A quick change of tactic, and at the very least, she'd be able to get his name.
So she'd entered the digit realm? There were six agents with H.Y.D.R.A who worked like that. Only they did Alpha, Beta, Gamma and so on. It made her eyebrow twitch slightly.
Naturally, Alpha et al, were the crème de la crème of their organisation. "Pleasured."
[ooc: I sent you a note on your personal journal about the icons you requested awhile ago, did you get it?]
Zero wondered what was going over in her head. She was a thinker, that much was clear. He could tell she'd been analyzing their conversation. Him. He would be weary of her.
Then again. It was quiet. Ideal time for him to be there.
[ooc: have some more Wtf = Zero being sociable? D:< ]
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"I'm just thinking out loud." Sometimes, quiet was good, and perfect for finding out a few things.
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"What are you here for?"
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She wasn't sure if he was the third degree kind of guy, but controlled seemed to fit him. "They picked me up, I got drafted." She shrugged one shoulder, trying for nonchalance. "I figured that's why everyone was here."
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Serious, controlled, stoic. Yup, definitely one to figure out.
That was what made it challenging, right?
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"What is there if you don't?" Jobs were jobs, but hating them sucked.
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"No purpose. If only some of those here would think about that."
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She hadn't done that since she'd been cornered in Berlin. "Sorry, I lose myself sometimes. I'm Mercy." A quick change of tactic, and at the very least, she'd be able to get his name.
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"Zero." He gave a small nod.
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Naturally, Alpha et al, were the crème de la crème of their organisation. "Pleasured."
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Zero wondered what was going over in her head. She was a thinker, that much was clear. He could tell she'd been analyzing their conversation. Him. He would be weary of her.
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She stared. Just staring with a small smirk on her face, taking a few sips of her water. This would be a fun battle of wills.
And she had fairly enough wills for it.
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He remained still, his only movement was perhaps a blink or two. A staring contest..or?
"Yes?"
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He was closed off, she could play closed off. It wasn't like she couldn't find out from one of the more chattier members what he was around for.
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