ic contact

[motherofnemesis]

"This is Max, leave a name and number and tell me what you want.
I may or may not get back to you."

[ leave a message, call her, come drop by her apartment. ]

Comments

[motherofnemesis]

Funded by the government? What for? [ Arrested in mid-step, face carefully blank. ]

[fe_male]

[ That's a weird reaction to an off-hand comment, Max. Well, it should have been off-hand. For him it was self-effacing and for her apparently some cause of worry. ]

Weapons contractor.

[ Interest isn't overpowering the mood he's currently in though. The most concise answer is the best one. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Weapons contractor is - not as bad as it could have been. Still, not the sort of thing to get a great reaction out of her, and she blinks and evaluates for a moment. ]

Right. [ Okay yes still leaving, but that's added onto the list of things to think about. ] See you later.

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, he's not his own favourite person either, okay, so he commiserates with that reaction for a few moments, then decides to be awesome instead and brush it off, push it under those shield thingies she was just teaching him how to use. She can leave, he doesn't care; he'll just go back to what he was doing. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ And that's her, super gone and trying to determine a) what just happened, that is possibly the best reaction she's ever had to telling someone she's an empath outside of informing people how much of an asset she would be to a mission and b) wait, weapons contractor for the government, that's definitely something to bear in mind. ]