BROKEN HALO.

     ‘sorry for the inconvenience, and uh, thanks for the help.’

     lowering down his posture, he fitted his hands to the end of each crate’s edge, waiting for her to carry another end of the crate too.

     he had already called for a medical staff member who’s going to arrive soon and remedy the injured staff member’s pain. what’s left was to focus on the task that the member failed to complete earlier. 

     ‘seems like we’re going to carry these crates one by one to the room at the left end of that corridor. like, just your normal furniture parts such as nails inside these, varying in sizes.’ to think about it, originium arts and agility were the main focus of his ‘growth’ whilst getting researched on in a laboratory. his strength was merely a bit above average, with a huge reliance to the cartridges installed in his body. using them here was never an ideal option as it provides an extreme propelling force that upset the balance of motion. 

     ‘my name’s rentaro, i hadn’t seen you around here before, have you been working in rhode island for quite a long time?’

“I’m called Mostima and as for working... well, not really. I’m not officially contracted to work as an operator. I’m on the battlefield sometimes, though. Been here for a while, however.” she said.

This was as much as the angel could tell about herself without giving too much away. She does have a reputation to uphold, she thought to herself, even though she didn’t really care about something like that either. There was something intriguing her about Rentaro.

“I’m curious: how long have you been here yourself?” Mostima asked.

Someone showing traits of two different races was someone who definitely would get Warfarin’s attention. This was the only opportunity she could get for Mostima’s blood, the vampire didn’t want to ruin this with her own cravings getting in the way.

Keep it professional, she told herself.

“But what kind of secrets aren’t meant to be known? Ridiculous if you ask me. Knowledge should be shared with the world, but if there’s anything confidential about yourself you wish to keep safe…” Warfarin would put on a serious face for this. This was for science after all.

“Then I won’t tell anyone what I find.” Until she can figure a way to release the knowledge without compromising Mostima herself. “Please, give me your arm. I’ll draw a few vials for testing.” She takes out an old worn medical bag, in it is some vintage blood drawing equipment. All clean and sterilized of course, but this was decades old stuff.

The promise of confidentiality helped Mostima’s decision. And besides, wasn’t it in the name of science? The angel wasn’t a person of science herself, though. She’s met many of the kind, and thus Mostima is somewhat understanding of Warfarin’s desire of knowledge. Or that was what she was assuming. She then proceeded to tell the vampire:

“Alright, alright. But as you said, don’t tell anyone.”

Mostima then took off her coat, revealing a short-sleeved shirt under it. She proceeded to stretch out her arm to Warfarin. Hopefully it won’t sting that much, Mostima wasn’t that used to having her blood drawn. She would probably just smile, however.

“Here, draw what you need. And that secrets thing? I was kidding. For the most part.” she confessed.

She’s no stranger to those that relocate others’ posessions, so to say. Hell, there’s some in Rhodes Island. Mostima has seen many kinds of such in her work, and met some herself. Many of them were in fact charming personalities, albeit that was something that didn’t really matter.

The angel was slowly becoming more and more sure that there was someone beside her here. She stopped right on her tracks, and asked into the possible nothingness:

“Who’s there?”

Mostima’s been somehow made an internal messenger of Rhodes Island, as a side thing besides combat.

Ah, here she was. A medical laboratory. And her delivery, a package of what seemed to be various vials with a red liquid in it, which vaguely even looked like blood. No idea what these were for, but this was the place she was told to deliver them to.

This was someone who sge hadn’t seen before. Maybe he was new, or maybe Mostima herself was new. She pondered or a while, coming to the conclusion that it was inconsequential to her in the grand scheme of things.

And yet, with the same sly smile on her lips, she inquired:

“Did you need something?”

If we kissed? Quickie.

Would I go out with you? ...Maybe.

If we took a picture together, we’d be… Just chilling.

You are… Good looking.

You + me + room = … Wouldn’t let you in.

You should… Hit me up.