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The native looks up at the other from her prone position on the couch. For a moment she contemplates not even answering with a hidden smirk, just to throw Noob off. But, it seemed, the situation was heavier than she expected for Noob? Ayashe always had that impression with new.. field agents. "True." She sighs, throwing her arms forward to propel the Assassin to sit, "Or it could just be mumbo jumbo."

Then there was a chase, gunfire... then a bridge. Memories played over and over like clockwork. Ayashe blinks, bleary-eyed, then would snap into reality. Her face contorts into angry, sobbing relief as she marches over, covering the distance between them within a few strides. Strong arms wrap around the smaller-"I thought you were dead-!"... and it was my fault.

  with knowledge learned from his prolonged time in the military , quietly did he begin attempting to bypass protocols , thankful that being what he was would make it impossible for cameras or other recording equipment to capture his image . it would make this all the more easier for him .

{ So sorry this took forever. It's been sitting in my drafts, well, it's hard to settle on an answer for this one. ] And all I can answer is the people I roleplay with. The ideas we can come up with, how invested we are in to have our characters interact, or the ideas that pop up in my mind at three in the morning. I could go one forever but you know. :)

The others sometimes criticized him for holding everyone else to the same exacting standards that he demanded of himself. Listening to those uncertain pauses between her words, however, he found it difficult to see it as a fault. Leniency never helped anyone learn.

“There was this one lil’ ol’ lady way back when who wore a whole lotta blue. She liked walkin’ up an’ down the beach every dusk or so. Never really talked much to ‘er though, ya know? She stopped poppin’ up so I assume she croaked, but I kinda miss her. Looked kinda lonely.”

"You like to ramble, don't you?" The native bursts into laughter, hiding the last spit of snorting behind her hand. "Sorry. It's refreshing. "But yes, on a serious note, no, I wouldn't bring someone with me on a field. You know, one thing you learn from it is that nothing ever really surprises you anymore. That may be a plus, actually." Ayashe shrugs, tucking her long jacket closer to her taller form. Before she can divert the question, she hears something along the line of water and climbing. This time, she chuckles, "It's part of the job, unfortunately."

“Aw, this is so great! Thank you. Really.” She definitely wasn’t used to gestures like this and the proper way to respond escaped her. “You’re going to make me cry!”