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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: Intensity and whoever
Where: Around the hotel
When: Day 146 afternoon/evening

[One nerdlord is out and about the hotel and surrounding area, lugging around a metal briefcase as he is on the lookout for various people he needs to catch up with.

If you do manage to catch him while he is in transit, it is very obvious that he is missing his robot arm, has bandages covering one eye, and doesn't seem to be in too big of a hurry to deal with either right now.

He also seems grumpy, but hey - what else is new?

'Sup, Imeeji. How is your Day 146 going? Hopefully better than his.]

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[foolmetwice]

[leaning against the entrance to the hotel, watching as Intensity lugs around that briefcase]

I like your new look.

[and being an asshole. as usual]

[plz note!!]

1/3

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh fuck---

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . .]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Mars!?

[foolmetwice]

[flashes Intensity a sharp grin]

In the flesh, handsome face and all.

Happy to see me?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But...






How?

[foolmetwice]

[REAL ANSWER: he has no idea]

[FAKE ANSWER:]

Didn't I mention I planned on coming back with the rest of you? Like hell Fake God's people could keep me in that shithole against my will for long.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just laughs.

And laughs and laughs and laughs and---]

I see.

I underestimated you.

[foolmetwice]

Your failing. Not mine.

[flicks his cigarette to the ground and stomps it out, grinding the ashes into the carpet of the lobby]

Let's talk. Heart okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Fine with me.

[And moves to head back toward the elevator]

[foolmetwice]

[punches the button for HSS and guides Intensity all the way back to the dorm. when they get there, he takes a seat at HSS's common room table, pushing one of the spinny chairs towards his guest with his foot]

Take a seat, make yourself at home, blah blah blah. Pretend I'm a gracious host.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sits down and props his feet up on the table.]

Very gracious.

[foolmetwice]

[it's fine, Mars has one foot propped up against it as well. he links is hands and rests them behind his head, leaning back in his seat]

I'll cut to the chase.

I want to work with you.

["with" not "for"]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

In what capacity?

[Let's be real. Only B calls him Boss]

[foolmetwice]

[AND HIS ALLEGIANCES ARE ALREADY PLEDGED TO C even if he won't say it aloud]

I wanna be there the next time you or someone else you know does something dangerous. Especially if it involves breaking and entering.

[taps his fingers against the table]

Don't ask me for job titles. Freelance muscle? A hired gun?

Thief-in-a-box?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So you want field work?

Good. Because I want out of field work.

But you should know that most of the time people just run off and do things on their own.

[Laughs]

You and me included.

So I can only give you work that we're in charge of.

Lucky for you, you have me as a reference for sound, reasonable behavior.

1/2

[foolmetwice]

[. . . Intensity called him sound and reasonable]

[Intensity]

[sound and reasonable]

[?????]

[foolmetwice]

[WHATEVER HE'LL TAKE IT]

I want field work.

[he reiterates]

It doesn't matter what you give me. I don't expect to be involved in everything, especially when other people will do what they want.

But I want to be more involved than I was before. [now that he. . . actually gives a shit] I want to know more than I knew before.

[and his little trip into the production studio with Intensity and Kohime taught him that]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And your end game?

What do you want from all of this?

[foolmetwice]

[simply, easily, and without hesitation]

The personal satisfaction of having a hand in helping raze this shitty system to the ground.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And what if we're not razing it to the ground?

What if we're just doing some old fashioned renovations?

[foolmetwice]

Less satisfying, but if it still gets me and mine out of here safely, and so long as I still get to punch a demon or two in the face, it's acceptable.

[a beat, but now he's side-eyeing Intensity]

. . . but define renovations for me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

C gets Heaven.

I get Hell.

Neither of us have made any secret about that. The dead still need a place to live and all.

1/2

[foolmetwice]

[stares at Intensity for a moment too long]

[foolmetwice]

[AND THEN CRACKS THE FUCK UP]

Ha! C was serious?! Wait-- nevermind. Of course he was!