[center][h2]Fun times[/h2][/center] 

((Collab between Marx and Savato)) 

[i]"[b]These intruders... They get even more annoying par la seconde.[/b]" she'd complain to herself before delivering a rough kick to Harper's coxis to get him up faster, if that made any sense. "Get up lazy bum. Greenfoot is probably long gone so we have to tell mama!" she'd boss her colleague with her little prideful smile. It was almost as if she barely even cared about the escapees, likely because they didn't actually cause her that many problems. [/i]

"Fuckin Christ," Harper jerked at the impact of her foot, swatting at her leg, "Piss the fuck off, won't cha." Harper swiveled and sat up, rubbing his heavy eyelids with a long sigh as the other hand explored his back for the barbs that were embedded under his skin. His nails slid under the metallic barbs, prying them from his skin, which filled in the empty space as they left his body. "So, what'd I miss," Harper looked from the bloodied tips on the barbs from the stun gun to the kid he rarely had to deal with. With a grunt he pushed himself up from the ground and took a quick sniff of the air around him, catching the scent of ink. Some cunt had drawn on his face, hadn't they? He licked the palm of his hand and thoroughly rubbed his face, the scent of the ink quickly fading.

Camille snickered as the once unconscious man finally awoke to her little improvised call. The swearing only made the brat even more hyperactive as of course, she reasoned as a child, making her particularly easy to impress on certain grounds. She'd pat him on the back to at least reassure him that not everything was bad, at least he had his buddy Camille around. 

"[b]So there were intruders an... Pffffff pahaha![/b]" 

She suddenly burst into laughter upon seeing the mess he had made by rubbing his wet hand all around his face, thus spreading the red marker all around and giving off an even sillier appearance. 

"[b]So pfffff I-I owned their bosssssss hah! and then I beat that famous met- Oh wow you suck so much, Harper! HAHhaaaa![/b]" 

She couldn't resist her childish urges to simply release all her inner imp and laugh at almost anything that sounded remotely out of place or was akin to potty words. 

"Cut the laughing, you brat." Harper ordered as he finished rubbing his face, jaunting quickly to the bathroom to splash warm water on his face before jaunting back, now cleaning it off with a towel. He nodded as she told him about fighting metas, taking her comment in stride that he sucked. It was what it was. No reason to argue, especially with a child.

"Let's just go see the boss-lady, alright kiddo? You can tell her your story." Harper said dully, ruffled her hair with his hand as he stepped past her, shoving his hands into his pockets. His interest in this cause was diminishing by the second, not that it could get much lower than 'disinterested'.

As the man had warped himself somewhere real quick, Camille picked up her cell phone and checked the current status of whatever infantry she had connected to her device. There were many updates, much like an old Skype version constantly harassing for installations. A few monsters there, a couple of metas up at the building, all being dealt with. All except Light and the individuals Camille had the luck to come across before being ditched relatively quickly. When Harper came back, she giggled as her ruffled her hair. She responded with a weak punch on his shoulder. 

"[b]We gotta hurry though! If Ruby is gone they have no reason to not destroy this place![/b]" 

She replied to the man's rhetorical question and as irony would have it, some of Light's many explosives had left a weak shockwave that could be felt in the cell block the duo was coming from. She would hope that it wouldn't last. 

"[b]Tch, more messes to clean~ Race you to the baby room![/b]" 

She wailed all of a sudden, jumping into a jog that would quickly escalate to a sprint within the endless hallways of the Underground base. 

"Just hurry it up," Harper nearly groaned, following close behind her, keeping himself at a walking pace, jaunting to match her pace. He could feel some faint shock waves and in the distance he picked up mental signatures that were both familiar and unfamiliar, meaning that there was a good number of people trying to get in and give the organisation some trouble. Harper wasn't necessarily in a position to disagree with them, but as far as anyone was considered he was well onto the movement's side. Jaunting back to his hide out in Hong Kong was all too tempting, but he still had business here.

Once his work here was done, he'd be free to go. Until then, he was stuck with these dopes. He wasn't quite sure where the brat was heading either. She was the kind to wander around. Harper rarely left his broom closet and the immediate area around it. Never had a reason to explore or go see the boss lady. He never really wanted to. Never really would want to either.

They both knew the place quite well, or at least Camille knew it off by heart since during the times her colleagues would go out on missions she'd stay around in case of an attack. Thus they had made their way through the fastest trajectory to reach Isabella's current whereabouts, which were obviously the organization's guest room where Cindy rested. At the last second, Camille used her movement lag to propel herself at sound speed right at the spot where Isabella was cut off because of a cave in, and just recently Isaac were. Isaac had just suggested a retreat and Camille had arrived on time to acknowledge his words.

"[b]Hey! Ruby's byebye so now they have no reason de nous bombarder! So I second Isaac~ Besides they're too weak to actually stop us~[/b]" 

She remarked with a purposely snobby French accent. Her arrogance would only be on par with her impulsive and childish needs to be noticed as well as recognized as a force to be reckoned with. Meanwhile, Harper had caught up to Camille a few seconds after her arrival and paused to await further details.