As soon as word spread of Stryker's leave, Zero knew there would be trouble. Though it hadn't happened yet, and boy was he surprised, he knew his team well enough to know that it would. The marksman had yet to have problems from his team or anyone else's but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to happen. Especially not now.
Hendley was in way over
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Reading it through, in her head turning it into a little song and mildly changing the words, Ophelia glanced at Zero; "While the chicken's away, the foxes can't play?"
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"Ophelia, could I ask you to stop doing that?" He all but growled. Of course that sign's life span didn't stand a chance. What was he thinking? Should have carved it in iron.
"And no, absolutely not."
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"Play is good, helps the soul. It's as fun to be so droll." She really didn't understand why these people didn't enjoy things more. Especially life. But, while she could make them, she was trying not to.
She couldn't rightly remember why, but she knew she was supposed to be trying not to interfere.
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Zero took a deep breath and folded his arms. "You can enjoy yourself without breaking the rules. Trust me, it's for everyone's benefit."
That part was far from bullshit. If things got out of hand here, well..he didn't want to think about it.
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Rules, Ophelia found, we not nearly as fun as chaos. She liked chaos, it tasted like strawberry jubilees in the summer, with a bit of Tabasco sauce and a pince of chilli. Experience told her all this.
"Keep the reigns far too tight, too much of that'll start a fight. Lose the game or lose your mind, they type you know they'll never find."
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"It's like that so people will take it seriously, as it should." The look in her eyes only signified that he was right in making the sign. If not only having the mindframe. Something was going to happen..sign or not.
"If you want to make your own sign for...whatever, you can. Just leave that one alone. Please." Maybe the extra courtesy would help.
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