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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 16, 2015 21:53:02 GMT -6
After that it was only Elizabeth and Deathstroke in the office as none of the jobs 'interested him'
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 16, 2015 21:56:21 GMT -6
Elizabeth frowned. After everyone left she realized there wasn't much for her to do. She would have cleaned the office again but that was an exercise in insanity because it would just end up a mess again and she would be a fool to expect differently. So she went to Deathstroke's office and knocked on his door.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 16, 2015 21:58:08 GMT -6
"Enter" he said in that same serious tone as always. He was doing.... bills? Well someone had to keep track of the funds around the place.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 16, 2015 22:02:27 GMT -6
"I was... wondering if there was something I could do." Elizabeth asked. The man seemed a little less intimidating when she realized he was just like everyone else. He had bills to pay and things to do.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 16, 2015 22:04:45 GMT -6
"Just look around. Probably something here" he said as he didn't even look up. He knew this Elizabeth wasn't a threat, she never could be. The one in the poster may turn into a threat though.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 16, 2015 22:07:29 GMT -6
"Oh," she murmured. "Of course." She hesitated before slipping out of his office again, quietly shutting the door behind her. She frowned, looking around the office.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 16, 2015 22:13:51 GMT -6
So far the only stuff to really do was look over the hunter files of the Bounty Hunters themselves and their past contracts. That or play with Stranger's ammo.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 16, 2015 22:18:33 GMT -6
Elizabeth looked between her desk and Stranger's office. She could see a few of his live ammo creatures bouncing around his office. She bit her lip. The files were important, she told herself, she had to focus on doing a good job.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 16, 2015 23:36:33 GMT -6
The files were important, but who says she couldn't help in keeping the live ammo from tearing up the office?
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 17, 2015 9:21:45 GMT -6
Elizabeth looked up from the papers. A few minutes wouldn't hurt... She quietly got up from the desk and into Stranger's office. She was afraid he would get mad at her. But his ammo had never done anything bad around her.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 19, 2015 15:37:51 GMT -6
So far they were running around as if they were in a jungle. Spiders running overhead in the webs, shell bugs rolling around like mini boulders, even the skunkers and chippers getting into some kind of insult contest.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 19, 2015 16:00:55 GMT -6
Elizabeth wondered if it was wrong to think that despite all of the things she knew the creatures could do, that she thought they were cute. "Hey guys." She greeted softly.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 20, 2015 9:12:22 GMT -6
"Oh look, sweetcheeks is back" one of the chippers said with a click of it's cheeks and a wolf whistle.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 20, 2015 15:30:30 GMT -6
Elizabeth made a face. "Don't call me that," she scolded the creature though she doubted it would listen to her.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 27, 2015 16:06:51 GMT -6
"No chance sweetcheeks" he said with a laugh. As the creatures kept running around, everything had a small place to live. One such place was a twig hut made for the fuzzballs.
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