[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjFlMjJiZS5TR1Z1Y25rZ1VHVmhjbXdnUVhaaGNtbDBhV0UsLjAAAAAA/blackchancery.regular.png[/img][/center] Henry cracked his knuckles as he waited outside the interrogation room, grumbling to himself as he waited for approval to go inside and get his job done. It seemed like this type of thing happened once a week at the least, the Machina couldn't get info out of some poor sap they had captured, so they sent Henry in to work the subject. It wasn't a bad choice all things considered, he was a pretty damn good interrogator. The problem was that it happened every week. Without fail. [color=gray]"Are you even listening Avaritia? Do you even know what information you're trying to gather?"[/color] They were fucking with him. He knew they were. They knew that he knew. He knew they knew that he knew. Yet they continued to call him in every week, despite the fact that this was a complete waste of his time. They were probably doing it because it was a waste of his time. They didn't want him to go back to the casino, fucking bastards. It's not his fault they were a bunch of dirty cheating toasters! It's also not his fault he decided to vocalize this loudly in the middle of a game of Poker, while being surrounded by several humans. The drone snapped it's fingers loudly to get his attention and he groaned. Hee ignored the faceless drone that was addressing him, cracked his neck and opened the door to the interrogation room. Time to get to work. 5 minutes later and he had the poor Angel goon whimpering as several grunts rushed in to put the bastard down. A waste of his time, the kid was so green he was comparable to that old frog puppet he had seen around Hell. Apparently it originated from Machina territory to entertain human kids, small world. A small device in his ear rang and he groaned as he was ordered to stop by TEP headquarters so he could drop off some more Angelic Relics he had recently "acquired" during the battle at Holin. Absolute shithole that had been filled to the brim with Angels, the Demons didn't even bother showing up to that skirmish. Looks like he was going to have to delay going to see Bastion and Roma just so some more shitty grunts could waste his time with a fucking drop off. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - About half an hour later Henry showed up to TEP headquarters, ignoring the receptionist as she attempted to direct him to some bullshit storage facility, instead heading straight to the Hangar where he knew Unit-T was stored. A few soldiers almost tried to stop him, but a quiet growl along with a glare from his Silver Eyes stopped them in their tracks. That was bound to grab attention from someone important. [color=steelblue]"Fucking Machina grunts think they can waste my time with menial chores."[/color] He muttered to himself, along with other similar obscenties and complaints as he walked into the Hangar. After dropping one chair from the Gates of Tartarus, he took a seat and sneered like the Prince of Demons that he was. Basically he was pouting quietly while he waited for someone to complain to. [hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjdjMDc5Mi5WR2h2YldGeklFbHVjMkZ1YVdFLC4wAAAA/metal-macabre.regular.png[/img] [@Gardevoiran][/center] [color=9966cc]"Somebody's got the munchies..."[/color] An unfamiliar voice would ring out from behind Apia, if she turned around to see who it was she would see nothing. [color=9966cc]"You're new to the whole undead scene huh? I can tell, you've got baby bat written all over you."[/color] The same voice would once again be right behind Apia and once again if she turned around she would see nothing. [color=9966cc]"Stop [b]beeing[/b] so squirmy! I'm right here ya know!"[/color] If Apia decided to turn around one last time she would see a demon with purple and green hair standing on the tips of his toes and giggling like a madman at his own terrible pun. [color=9966cc]"It's not healthy to starve yourself ya know. It's also not very healthy being dead, but I think we've passed the point of no return on that one."[/color] He smiled a toothy grin, revealing a rather large pair of fangs amongst his already extremely sharp teeth. Suddenly the demon would get in Apia's face, one moment he was a few feet away and the next he was inches away from Apia with the same grin on his face. [color=9966cc]"You're trying to throw yourself into work to ignore the hunger aren't you? All the newbies do that, the first battle is what makes or breaks you. Either you come back home with a belly full of blood, or you rot on the battlefield with the rest of the low class Demons who aren't worth bringing back."[/color] He leaned back and began laughing once more, amused by the prospect of Apia's death. [hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjEyOC4xOGI5MzMuUTJobGJpQkRZWE4wWld4c2RXMCwuMAAAAAAA/anglicantext.regular.png[/img] [@The 42nd Gecko][/center] Chen stood by Deva's side as per usual. Waiting for literally anything to happen at this point, today was one of the slower days. Iona had stopped by to let him know there would be a battle coming soon that he would be needed for, but that wasn't for a while. At the moment he simply stood guard by Deva and Ruxen waiting. He used to be a hero. He had fought against tyranny, fought to save the world. Now he was a bodyguard. How the mighty fall. The inner turmoil of his thoughts was great, but it did not show on his face. He remained as impassive as ever while he lamented where his life had led to. [color=ff80ff]"Pssst. Chen. Hey, Chen."[/color] Oh thank Deva, finally he had something to do. Pink was his greatest source of entertainment these days, any time she dropped by was sure to be highly amusing. However the fact that he didn't even notice her until she started talking was troubling, he was slacking off if he didn't notice that intense smell of Riesling wine cookies. Wait what? Chen looked at Deva and quietly nodded as he approached the threshold of the room, turning the corner to face Pink with what appeared to be cookies. Riesling wine cookies as a matter of fact, it would appear she broke into the kitchen to make cookies. For what, he had a pretty good idea. [color=springgreen]"Pink. What ridiculous schemes have you concocted today to try and get Ruxen's attention?"[/color] Many would see this as being harsh, however he knew that she wouldn't. Not only could she feel negative emotions emanating from others, which would tell her there was no anger nor annoyance coming off of Chen, but he also knew she was actually physically incapable of being sad or offended in any way. He almost felt jealous. Almost.