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Bumped my head, expect slowness and general incomprehensibility~

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Should the CS give any detail as to potential future upgrades? Such as the effect/s of the additional star ranking/s
Well, I could help her I suppose. Well, Archer could, but why would we? What could princess Akane possibly offer us in exchange?

*Grins roguishly*
Main Office
Ukatan University
Assassin

@Gamerdude369

“I think so, the material is very….comfortable,” she replied gingerly, still a little uncertain as to the merits of modern clothing. There was no doubt that the quality of available materials was simply beyond compare to what she had known in life. Though with that said the styles of the modern day were a little on the revealing side when compared to the styles of her day, revealing more of her legs than she was entirely comfortable with. With that said however they were comfortable and extremely practical. While Jacob explained the situation Charlotte looked at herself, or rather her clothes as if seeing them for the first time. She danced about a little on the spot to see how the cloth moved.

Charlotte openly scoffed at the notion that she was ill suited to be a teacher, muttering something in French under her breath about the high standards of her childhood education. And the notion of being a janitor was just laughable. Charlotte had never fixed anything in her life, nor had she attempted too. She had paid people to perform tasks like that. So as her Master said, visitor it was to be. “Lucille Chevalier,” she read aloud before sliding the card into a coat pocket. She walked over to the table that her Master was working at and sat on the edge so that she could see the doorway into the room. “Has anyone caught your eye, Master?”
So @Constantine, would you rather see the fight going on at the Construction site, or shall we meet someone else/ Fortunately for us, we have Arhcer's eyesight, so any of that is feasible.


I don't think the construction sight is the safest place to be for us. However as you said Archer's vision will allow us to avoid landing in the middle of it so it might be worth watching from a safe distance. Just think of all the data we can gather!
Silk followed Matthew’s lead, immediately realizing that he truly was from a completely different rung of society than herself, mercenary or no. He clearly had connections and knew how to use them. Silk had connections of her own, however they were of a completely different nature entirely. With that said Silk was in no way overawed by the experience, having been in plenty of places far grander than this. The only difference was that she was rarely an invited guest. Silk laughed cheerfully as Matthew tried to delicately approach what he must have thought was a touchy subject for her. It was kind of cute. Certainly better than the usual paranoia and fear that her heritage, once realized, often invoked.

“Yeah, so I've been told,” Silk replied as she tested the springs of the bed in the way that people do, by bouncing on the edge of the mattress. The bed was plumb and soft, far too soft in fact. She would sleep far too deeply in a bed like this and that could often end very badly. She looked over her shoulder at her host. If Matthew had expected a strong reaction to the question he was going to be sorely disappointed. “Aha, yeah, I guess you could say that,” she said simply in reply, the pleasant smell of crushed vanilla seeds making her nose twitch. “No one to teach me in an orphanage. And no desire to learn now.”

She kicked her legs absent-mindedly as she listened to Matthew, smiling as he attempted to break down her life through a series of observations and logical deduction. It was a skill set that she was familiar with, using specific elements of it herself when it came to judging the suitable of a mark. Though she was nowhere near as good as Matthew it seemed. In fact in some respects he was more of less dead-on, though she wasn't going to tell him that. She took a sip of pleasant smelling liquid. “Well, as your employer I suppose that I should be privy to certain details,” Silk replied in a cheerful yet aloof manner. “Indulge me, regale me with your tales of daring do and heroic exploits.”
JSDF compound
Louise

@Flamelord

Louise planted her hands on her hips and grinned broadly as Archer showed off the fruits of his labour in the form of two different weapons, both of which sat naturally in his hands as if they had been hand-crafted specifically for him. Which in a way she supposed that they were. Again she had theories as to how his ability was actually realized in reality but restrained herself. Instead she gingerly reached out toward the gun in his right hand and touched it carefully. She felt nothing particularly powerful or mysterious about the weapon, however she was content to acknowledge that such things fell well outside of her field of expertise. If Archer was happy then she was happy. She looked back up into Archer's eyes and smiled roguishly.

“Exceptional work, Archer. They quite literally never saw you coming,” Louise said in an amused tone, nodding with obvious satisfaction. It was nice when things went exactly as she planned. She turned away from Archer and looked out over the sparse emptiness that lay between them and home, humming in thought for a moment. “I think that it’s time that we did a little…research, into our opponents. We need information, habits, tactics, favoured weaponry. Hell, their true names and noble phantasm if we can get a hold of them. The more we know the better our chances become. So lets go see what we can find out.”

As Louise spoke she ran her hand along the engravings of the broom causing them to illuminate weakly for just a brief moment before she tossed the broom up into the air. She watched as it fell, fast at first, then increasingly slowly until it seemed to stop falling altogether. She mounted the broomstick and pulled the goggles down over her eyes. “Race you!” she called out in the way that all cheaters did, after she was already moving.
No worries, my sporadic posting a few weeks back was for virtually the same reason.
*Dons a top hat*

My work here is done~
*Waves hand about*

If you don't mind me being in another of your rp's I'm interested as well


Need I say more~
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