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PHOCT 1.6: At OddsNate stepped off of the elevator, looking around. For somewhere it was so hard to get to, the place sure didn't look like anything special. He shrugged and tucked the note in his pocket. He'd need to show Minos later, but other than that, he didn't think he'd need it. He wandered through the cubicles, vaguely listening to the voice that was getting louder and louder.
"...and then there's the soda fountain! Okay, well, not actually yet, but some of us got a petition going--"
"Oh my god, Kai, will you shut the fuck up?" Ekhart and a chattering creature with red wings and a horn in the middle of his forehead rounded the corner in front of him. Oh great.
She waved her arms, scowling. "I don't give a shit! And neither does anyone else! Ever!"
She saw Nate and stopped in her tracks, eyes widening. A second more and her surprise was replaced with a scowl. "What the fuck are you doing here, asswipe?"
"Hello to you too," Nate said acidly. "I'm running favors for the F
PHOCT 1.5: At OddsNate and Taylor's adventure didn't last long. They hadn't even made it out of the crush of souls in the main lobby before two FLEET members strolled past them, talking loudly.
"And did you hear?" one asked, waving her fan rapidly. "Poor Bob got absolutely demolished by the child before they could take her in."
"Shadow said that there was some kinda doctor tagging along, too. Who knows what the hell she wanted?" the pixelated blob next the the Grecian woman replied. Somehow.
"Isn't glory enough? Finding Charon is a noble goal, and Miss Ifnis can't have been cooperative," the woman replied.
Nate stopped dead with a groan. "You are shitting me. You absolutely have to be shitting me."
Taylor stopped as well, pulling out a cigarette. "What's up?"
"That bitch is the one that got me killed," Nate said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Should've known she'd get into trouble as soon as we got here."
The Grecian woman stopped, robes swaying. "Wait. Darling, are yo
PHOCT 1.4: At OddsThe doors opened with a ding and Ekhart closed her mouth, her throat raw from shouting. If they weren't going to listen to her, there was no point getting in deeper shit than she already was. She felt Shadow's hand tighten on her arm as the four of them stepped out into a maze of cubicles that looked ridiculously small and out of place in the ancient, high-ceilinged room. One disgruntled woman had a support column sticking up right in the middle of her office space, but Ekhart didn't have the heart to laugh at it right then. She grimaced. I am so fucked.
They turned into another hall off the big room. Shadow and Bob seemed to be heading for the heavy wooden door at the end of it. Ekhart looked back and forth between her two captors, glaring as fiercely as her nerves would allow. She wasn't scared. Fuck that.
"Look, I seriously didn't do anything!" she said. She hadn't, after all. If the stupid FLEET bastards hadn't kept bugging her, she wouldn't have had to k
PHOCT 1.3: At OddsTaylor walked, pushing past spirits and feeling the marble floor under her feet. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't really know much, now that she thought about it. But she walked.
What was she doing? She'd just lost her only friend in a stupid fight about a little piece of shit girl who She clenched her fists to keep her anger down, fingernails cutting into her palms. It didn't matter now. It had happened. Now she just had to deal with it. And her eyes needed to stop getting misty. She stopped dead in her tracks. This shit was getting nowhere. She was getting nowhere. She pulled out a bidi and lit it. Time to take stock.
One. She had upset Andy pretty damn badly. Two. She needed to find something to give Izanami, and pretty damn fast. Three. This right here was nothing more than barely organized chaos, no matter how much the FLEET may try and tell the dead that it was something different. And she could use that. She'd thrived on chaos back
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