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"Good...they're here." Xinrie, once again talking to herself, she really needed to stop that, stood slowly from her slumped over spot in the corner, stretching her back with several loud pops before sauntering over to the two of them. "Afternoon kiddies, ready to fake some suicides? 'Cause I sure am, this is gonna be a freakin' fun one." Sarcasm dripped from her voice, as her eyes lazily ran voer them, they were obviously fresh from the old mission, they even had all thier old gear, which was ood that meant they had followed orders and immediatly came here.

Shadow landed silently on the other side of the portal. He might have startled anyone who didn't know he was coming through it. He saw Outai and his pet, and then he saw the captain that summoned them heading towards them. When she arrived, he gave a respectful, 45* bow.

The panther, who had moved to his side as soon as he arrived, mimicked the bow, out of respect for both her master, and the one her master was respecting.

"What might you mean, Ma'am? Fake suicides? Is that a joke, or all serious?" He asked the captain with a serious and respectful tone. He payed little attention to what she called them, such things were minor and needed no attention. Some might be offended by it, but that causes unnecessary tension. He had a hard time sometimes with jokes, due to his serious attitude. That was in part to his training and his dedication to that training. He did sense a bit of sarcasm, but he wasn't sure if it was for both statements, or for one.

[[where is everyone? still on holiday? ]]

[[kool, i guess i forgot about that razz thank you Outai for the reminder]]

ooc:: Big major sorry guys, but I actually have a real issue here for not being on lately and for my further absence until Sunday. Me G-ma just passed away, so on top of school starting again and all the memorial service plannings and funeral proceedings, I'm having a hard time getting back on the computer -_-; So I'll talk to you guys again on Sunday


"I breath Sarcasm guys." Xinrie smiled with a goofy grin. They'd understand her personality soon enough, you know, the half-assed don't give a crap one. " Don't bother with the formalities guys, I'm younger than you are after all. Rank doesn't mean crap to me. And yes, that would be exactly what I mean. Two people, a prince and a princess wanna marry eachother, only problem is, their countires are at war and the parents despise the others family because of a fight that spawned generations ago over a pig, and blah blah blah..... basically, if they married, that would spell immediate execution for the both of them. Soooo, they've hired Mishaps out to find a way to fake thier deaths and send them into hiding where they can live the rest of thier lives out as creepy old hermit people. Romeo and Juliet in a messed up nutshell."

[[that is just fine. i understand. im sorry to hear that. and there is no rush for you to come back smile ]]

Shadow nodded politely in understanding. "Ma'am, these 'formalities' you suggest are things you are going to have to put up with from me, if you can. I understand your wishes and views on the rank structure, and to respect that I will be sure to not use formalities with you due to rank. It does not mean, however, that I will not respect you as a woman, or as a team mate, or as someone I interact with. I even show my enemies respect," with that, he showed a slight smile and gave another nod of the head.

Shadow wanted to think about the mission to himself, but decided it might be best to think aloud this time. "Would it be possible to look into the situation between the two nations? Perhaps resolve the situation so that they don't have to hide? We could do it discretely, give no names, and if we cant come up with a solution, then we can fake a suicide and find a place for them to hide. If we did that, then I would need to drop off some of my things." He paused, then added, "what is the society of the two nations like?"

Faking their deaths might be easy with his ability to manipulate the aspects of his surroundings. His ability manipulate what people think they see, feel, hear, and sense. But of a magnitude equal to each country would require concentrated meditation perhaps.

Spider had hoped something like this would happen. His mates where in the gutter beds, he was all alone, and now this. First, he had scored some kind of oozing puss from the lab, which kind of had made him dizzy, and very fast thinking, and then he had wandered off into a new adventure, it seemed. He looked at the assembled peoples, and nodded respectfully.
"Oh hay guys, anyone ordered one dope fiend for the team?"
he did not particularely care that he was still in pyjamas and a bathrobe. All that he cared for was that he was about to get entertained. He wiggled his toes in the Steel-toed boots, and looked at them.
"Come on, you guys. I am bored out of my mind, I am surely to die of a drug overdose, my team is in the infirmary, and you guys seem planning to do something wicked. You klnow, when the going gets weird, the wird turns pro. "
He grinned, and scratched his tatoo-stained hand, mainly to get the yellow frogs away from it, which although they where a byproduct of the adrenal gland he had chewn earlier, and thus totally fake, they still tickled, itched, and disturbed his hallucinatory flies he had grown quite fond of.
"So, what's going on? Any drug related stuff? Someplace where one could have a need for a doctor of journalism? And what was that about faking a suicide?"