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You showed up.

One way or another, you've arrived at my profile. You've taken a wrong turn in an alleyway because you didn't pay enough attention to your map. You've heard of something cool and new and thought maybe you'd see what all the fuss is about? Or maybe it is that you noticed like me updating my status or were lurking through an RP or something I am in and just kinda clicked my profile, that happens too. Regardless, you'll come to learn that your actions have consequences. Not this one since you can always just, like, leave.

I have a few names and I don't mind being called whatever you fancy at that given time. KingofTheSpectrum, FamishedPants, ChadChadlainn. Any derivative of these is fine as well. Most tend to use Pants, however. I'm nearing my thirties and enjoy games, anime, V-tubers, and visual novels. You can find my still-obsolete list here as it contains everything important on it.

As for games particularly, I am a huge fan of Devil May Cry, Metal Gear Solid, Nier and its sequel, FFXIV, and recently, Project Wingman.I tend to lean towards shooters and action games, but I have also wasted 8+ years on League of Legends. I think the only games I tend to avoid are card games and sports games, but there can always be exceptions.

For anime, I tend to watch whatever looks entertaining. It doesn't have to be good. I've seen a lot of the generic, poor-quality isekai harems that are out there. It's difficult to remember what I actually genuinely like, but Chaika the Coffin Princess comes to mind, as well as FMA: Brotherhood. I'm currently enjoying Tokyo Revengers.

I've read my fair share of visual novels, as my list would tell you. I can't recommend going through Muv Luv Extra/Unlimited, then playing Alternative enough! Big fan of Rance, Grisaia no Kajitsu, and Demonbane as well. I could probably go on and on about them, but I'll stop here.

Also, fuck you, Broken.

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S a m u e l



"Good luck with the 1v1 Valkyrie, and try to nail the landing."

— Sam



There is no currency more valuable than time.

This is common advice everyone has probably heard before, but the disappointing truth is that not enough people take it to heart and they pay for it in some way: a teenager neglecting his study to play games will often score low on a sudden test, a criminal too invested in grabbing everything they can have a higher chance of running into the police, and a fighter thinking too hard on how to defend may just eat the punch entirely.

It is not as though Samuel wanted to try to parry solely with his dagger in this circumstance. He knew the woman would have the momentum and weight advantage. But he did have to properly position himself in front of Valkyrie, and he wasn't confident he could get his sword into a position any more stable than that with what remained. It was more that this was all he thought he could afford to do.

But even then, his budgeting was not entirely perfect. He had blown a portion of his funds on the parry but was convinced he had enough leftover to purchase the stab to her leg. He got as far as to put that action in his cart before he realized his math was wrong and that wouldn't be happening. In a quiet panic, he backed out of that deal and hurriedly bought a meager defense against the Nun instead.

God damned sales tax gets me every time.

S-she's quite fast! Or maybe I'm just too slow?

Yeah, she was much faster than he anticipated, able to edge him out even when he'd started his attack before her. Worse yet, his melody found no purchase before the nun purified the attempted restraint. To be neutered so thoroughly in a second was disheartening... but Samuel wasn't going to cave and crumble just from that. It wasn't like he was alone.

Valkyrie should be lining up a shot.

That's why he went for a restraint melody in the first place. He was fine just making the opening his ally needed to land a decisive shot with her railgun. The only problem was... it was taking far longer than he expected, and he felt he wouldn't be able to keep up these trades with her for an extended period of time. But he knew she was still there since he still felt her right behind him.

Wait, she hasn't moved...

She had some room to move around behind her yet she hadn't taken it. What was the deal? In the nun's eyes laid the answer. The quite real potential of being killed in that exchange did shake him just enough that he didn't catch what he otherwise would have: that this woman's eyes had yet to leave his ally.

Is it sight-based, then? If she's the reason I'm not getting any backup, then if I can just plac---

There wasn't even truly a pause. Samuel hadn't decided to daydream mid-combat, she was just that quick with her kick.

With a loud grunt, Samuel was sent crashing into Valkyrie and they both collided with a statue that crumbled with them, covering them in a black substance he instantly identified as something he didn't want to be drenched in.

Despite the pain and embarrassment, Samuel jumped to his feet as soon as he could, but he was presented with a multitude of problems.

What should I do? What can I do?

There were so many expenses and yet he simply could not afford the costs to cover all of them. But none of these threats could be ignored, as they would be collected by gruesome ends. A terribly painful death by burns if he ignored the embers, he didn't want to imagine what kind of unpleasant surprise those fumes held, and he somehow knew the nun wasn't about to have any change of heart. At best, she'd decapitate them for a swift end.

...but the bodies in the room suggested that given the chance, nobody would be so lucky.

No, he only had two problems. He could not think of a third. Dealing with three problems when one of them was proving too much for him simply was impossible. He had the nun and the flames, the toxic fumes were up to someone who wasn't about to burn alive.

And as for the burning alive...

There wasn't enough time for him to simply run out of the pooled petroleum, and he had to admit he wasn't confident he could perfectly time and nail every ember there was with a single intangible note at the exact moment he would need to in order for that to even work out.

If I only had a push note, this might be easier to deal with. Ah! That's right! I vaguely recall Valkyrie having access to that? Maybe she'll hand--

The only reason sheer terror didn't appear on Silhouette's face was that his altered form simply did not allow it.

She's shooting? Right now? I'm not equipped to...! Uh, well here goes nothing!

Agent Silhouette of G.E.M.I.N.I had few options he could take at the present, but he took one. Valkyrie had given the nun her attention and left him to deal with the imminent threat of the embers, and he simply wasn't given enough of an allowance to confirm everyone's positions and their ability to help, not while he had this much stuff to ponder. Under the assumption that the others would be busy and he could only rely on Valkyrie and himself, he went ahead with the only action he could think of to avoid the flame.

No... I'm not confident it'd get us both far enough away like that. Only one.

...only one.


"Brace yourself, Valkyrie."

At the very least, he managed to sound calm when he notified the agent. But that was all the warning she would get before she felt his hand on her chest. Though the sensation lasted a mere moment as in the next, she would find herself taken by a strong pulling force courtesy of a melody he provided. He imagined the petroleum on the floor hadn't managed to cover that far.

Samuel didn't have a way to escape himself, however. He'd spent the time casting his melody and used it on Valkyrie. What time there was left, if any, wouldn't amount to much. He had spent what he had, but perhaps someone would be willing to spot him theirs? That's the best he could hope for.
S a m u e l



"I am here to here to help."

— Sam



It seemed as though their vampiric host was far too prideful and a slave to his monstrous instincts to not respond to Leroux's bloody taunt, declaring her foolish and giving himself quite the introduction. But Sam did not get lost in those theatrics and remained silent. He knew something sudden was about to happen.

Calm in my heart and mind. I have to wonder where they'll strike from first.

Thinking about it, Samuel decided that an ambush was most likely to come from the wardrobes or the pillars as that is where would strike from if he were in the enemy's shoes. The wardrobes were a bit closer to the party so he would favor them.

My options would either be to wait for them to move past so that I could strike from behind... or to attack spontaneously, hoping to catch in surprise. Yes, I could see myself flinging an unpredictable piercing note through the wardrobe at whoever looks the most vulnerable, sending them into disarray potentially...

As he pictured how the plan would go... An oblivious Valkyrie finds herself unable to breathe as a well-placed damage note tears through her throat and she suffers an anticlimactic end. Orion, the new agent, is taken out with similar ease and in an instant, the enemy has an overwhelming advantage in morale. The rest of the group is subsequently picked off and the mission ends in a decisive failure.

Samuel barely managed to hold back a groan as he imagined the unfortunate end their party meets in this mental simulation. Of course, members of G.E.M.I.N.I should adhere to better standards than the filth that inhabits this mansion. Sam eventually shook the terrible feeling after he assured himself that at the very least the more experienced agents have the presence of mind not to let their guard down in the middle of an enemy stronghold.

And none too soon, as the surprise attack Samuel felt approaching finally makes its debut in the form of a figure bursting forth from the wardrobe with the goal of keeping Valkyrie from working at a range. Of course, there were other attacks, though Samuel wasn't omnipotent and couldn't react to every single one. He naturally chose to assist agent Valkyrie as he was in the best position to do so.

"Not while I'm still standing!"

Agent Silhouette positioned himself between the foe as quickly as he could, bringing Stab, his rather elegant dagger, up to meet with the falchion, attempting to direct the blow away from his person rather than just blocking. Upon the optimistic assumption, he does not fail and get chopped in half and isn't debilitated by the other, big monster's blender attack, Samuel's other arm holding Slash, his sword, would erupt with countless small black tendrils. These would follow the momentum of the immediate thrust he then would perform with Slash as he aimed for the girl's leg, snaking off his arm and onto her leg before attempting to wrap themselves around her legs in order to restrain her.



S a m u e l



"I'm sure triggering this vampire could only end well."

— Sam



"Is that so? I apologize for the misunderstanding."

The fact that there was not actually to be any sort of vote did not appear to throw Samuel off much, though perhaps that was because he was going to get what he wanted out of the situation anyway. They would be using the blood mage's abilities to form a barrier and assault from the front rather than risk incidents with Maverick espers for little reason. Not that Samuel was hesitant to deal with Maverick agents. He was very much a G.E.M.I.N.I agent in how he viewed them, but they had a clear goal today and the only one to benefit from a confrontation right now was the vampire they were on their way to deal with. And speaking of that vampire, the gunfire and abrupt stop of the vans told everyone that they had arrived at their destination.

Sam wasn't intimately familiar with blood magics but the barrier they supposedly could provide would protect the group as they inserted themselves directly into the mansion. It was like their very own blood-red carpet being rolled out for them so that they could skip the whole 'fighting their way in' step that was necessary with the police station earlier. With just how easy it was for the agents of G.E.M.I.N.I to leave the back of the van and proceed to the door of the mansion, Samuel was able to forget the stressful fact that their lives were in the hands of a blood mage who was hostile not long ago.

Samuel entered shortly after a few others and he stopped to appreciate the fine interior of the mansion they had invaded. The intricate designs on the pillars, tall bookshelves, and the mood-setting dim lighting... they all contributed to that weird feeling that they had just entered a portal to some vampire flick. Of course, it was hard to truly appreciate the elaborate styling of the mansion when it was obvious actual human beings were suffering each moment they did so. But if all vampires did was have a dated sense of taste, then they wouldn't be here to kill one, would they?

When their blood-sucking pianist decided to make his presence visible, Samuel made sure to take his visage in before returning to sweeping the area. If there was one G.E.M.I.N.I agent here who understood the benefits of a 'flamboyant' presence, it was him. Drawing your opponent's attention to another place then striking them from out of their sight was a basic, effective strategy when done right. And the entire group of G.E.M.I.N.I would live many lifetimes more if they took the vampire's cold, confident demeanor as a sign that he held an ace up his sleeve rather than unfounded arrogance.

Hoping to be able to identify and respond to hidden attacks at a moment's notice, Samuel tried to spot any foes lying in ambush in the more darker corners of the room, and, of course, the bookshelves right next to them. Those were perhaps the most obvious places to stage an ambush, so to his embarrassment, Samuel didn't immediately realize it was for agent Orion's benefit that agent Breacher even bothered signing to look out for them.

Well, given her first mission was hunting goblins in a sewer, I suppose I shouldn't have to worry about her not checking her corners...

Silhouette wasn't sure what to make of what transpired next. It was difficult to tell if the hostages were honestly still alive or just twitching their bodies in death, but he would proceed under the assumption they were alive until it was confirmed otherwise. Thus, he was hesitant about stepping forward just yet. He would not dismiss this poem outright just because it sounded silly, but ultimately they could not know exactly what that vampire would do until they forced one out of him.

The lives of these hostages were comparatively nothing compared to those of his fellow agents, as far as Silhouette was concerned, but the fact of the matter was they were in a much better position to protect each other than those twelve. But Samuel couldn't help but feel like the vampire wouldn't just blindly rush the lot of them like an idiot. That would be too simple, wouldn't it?

Sure hope that poem wasn't some weird curse or the like. But perhaps I am merely overthinking it?

"I advise not even blinking until we're sure what this man is capable of," he warns the rest of the agents as his body prepares to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.
We are a few seasons into this universe and everyone who has submitted an application so far is a returning player who is migrating their applications from the former RP to this one. Not all of the characters you see are actual PCs and may just be NPCs or familiars, though your confusion is understandable and perhaps brings to light the need for clarification on the player's end of who is what. Also, I think the two PC rule is a typo and is meant to be three.

Stats are generally negligible unless there's a big disparity between two given characters/monsters/whatever is relevant. With a few exceptions, fights generally aren't reliant on stat checks.

But of course, Ari can go ahead and give you an official GM-sponsored answer, I'm just some guy being a dude.




Hell yeah.







I don't have the energy to apply the coins from the end of the season tonight so these are technically WIPs. I will obviously let you know when that happens.
Do I get a present for being first?
S a m u e l



"All in favor of YEET?"

— Sam



There was a unique surreality to watching a devious entity nonchalantly flip through the pages of a book while the van carried them to their destination, but that is what Silhouette's fellow agents had to witness during their trip.

He had opted to remain silent as he took in the contents of his book which, if anyone bothered to look at the cover, was a cheap horror novel that he had been partway through reading before this drive. Periodically, he would set down the novel and jot some notes down in a notebook, then pick back up where he left off, almost like a student taking notes rather than a person reading for pleasure.

It was Binky's voice that finally prompted him to put the book away rather than the bump the van ran over. He glanced up and paid her his full attention, listening intently to the quick recap of their briefing and then to Valkyrie's opinion on their course of action. He presented his own after.

"While I wholeheartedly loathe the idea to trust my own wellbeing, as well as those of my fellow G.E.M.I.N.I agents, to a blood mage encountered during our last operation... I find that it is the more preferable alternative to engaging with Maverick espers when they are not even our target. Each breath, melody, and second spent on them is a precious waste of resources." Sil points out, his words spoken in a cool, neutral tone. "The prudent choice, in my opinion, is to take the bold, direct approach and carve that path as swiftly as we may. I agree with fellow agent Valkyrie. As for questions, I have but one clarification: Are we to attempt to assist with Justin, or would we just be potential burdens? You are typically a contingency rather than a dependency for missions you are involved with, so I would like to make absolutely certain how we should approach that part of the mission."
The 'drama' that goes on in the status bar honestly doesn't seem serious enough to warrant any significant action to be taken against it. You can always first try the more reasonable solution of 'just moderate better LMAO' if it does become serious enough. In this case, I do think the status bar makes the site feel more alive. While I often do not participate in it, I do not want to see it removed for what is essentially some baby-tier trolling.

S a m u e l | T h e F r i t z



"Mediocre collab headers are my speciality."
"Yeah, I see that."

— Sam & The Fritz


With the police precinct swept and cleared of all danger and the hostages tended to, one might not be blamed for thinking that Samuel was finally finished with his work, but that simply wasn't the case. In fact, truth be told, he considered the next part to be equal to the raid in terms of mental strain.

He needed to meet with his boss and debrief.

Samuel set off and left the police precinct behind him, but not before ducking into a room and discarding his shadow-borne demonic visage and returning to his mundane human form.

There was a really specific reason for this. It wasn't that Samuel had read and memorized G.E.M.I.N.I's dress code and found that his demonic form did not adhere to the standards set by them, despite basing part of its appearance on his actual clothing. Or that he worried he might cause unnecessary panic or offense. No, it was far more personal than that.

My arm sure hurts! Being shot is quite an unpleasant feeling. Though I suppose not feeling it would have its unfavorable implications. Thank goodness I can change form to recover!

Samuel carried onward without any incident, passing by a now-defunct racecar-themed diner and approaching a local grocery store, following the sidewalk despite there being no risk of traffic currently and walking at a normal pace. He even checked his email and made a quick call to an acquaintance that had rung him at some point during the operation.

Eventually, the man reached his destination: the office of Dr. Fritzi Moller, situated somewhere beneath the aforementioned grocery store. Samuel's arrival was prompt but it was not familiarity that he owed for this. This would be his first time seeing the office situation in Pax Septimus and though his expression hid any ounce of it, well, he was a bit eager to see what it was like.

With a light rap of his knuckles on the side of the door, he announced his presence to the woman who he hoped was inside.

”Come in.”

With Fritzi’s permission, Samuel opened the door and invited himself inside. This was not the first time he had stepped into one of Fritzi’s offices. Little of what he saw would surprise him.

Fritzi had always stated how much she hated clutter and preferred to have the essentials and little else. The office was the same shade of white that they used in hospitals, illuminated by fluorescent lights. Her desk was a white rectangle, but it was far too glossy to be wood. Perhaps it was made out of plexiglass or some other synthetic material. The computer setup was pretty minimalist too, with only the keyboard and monitor visible. There didn’t seem to be any wires, but they were likely fed through the desk itself. There was a bookshelf on the back wall, but it was empty. Unlike the filing cabinets on either side which Fritzi seemed to be in the process of filling. But while Fritzi claimed to hate clutter, she did have a lot of things most people would consider frivolous. The top layer of her desk was transparent, and let multicolored lights shine through. They were displaying an animation of a pixel art spaceship firing on alien invaders. The ceiling also had a few model plains hung up here and there. Some of the planes were from the early years of flight while others were more modern or fantastical. There were sculptures of chemical compounds in bold colors that stood out against the pure white wall. There were also a few movie posters, everything from space operas, to frontier adventures, and even one for a magical girl anime. Otherwise, yea, Fritzi didn’t enjoy frills too much.

”A lot of this was already here.” She said, despite Samuel remembering almost everything from her old office. ”Saves me from having to unpack. So, you have something for me?”

Samuel took in the view without uttering a word or changing expression, but he was comparing it to the office that resided in his mind. It was so... full, or that's what Samuel thought despite the room projecting the ‘minimalist’ vibe of its owner's preference. But you could gleam snippets of the person behind the room, albeit only a bit, through what little inhabited it.

The room still has the same feeling as the last one, even if they're completely different.

The man offered a courteous smile and did not show any skepticism towards Fritzi's excuse. He gave a slight nod to her question and then replied without further delay. "A detailed recollection of the events that transpired within the police precinct to the best of my ability from the moment I finished clearing the perimeter of hostile chaotic elements, to the moment cleanup of the precinct had concluded. Also, there was a certain observation I had towards the end that I wished to bring to your attention, though I admit it could simply be trivial."

Fritzi would find Samuel to stay true to his word as he recounted the events that happened and concluded not long ago. She didn’t have to try hard to paint a vivid picture in her mind of what happened from his descriptions which left little unsaid. It pointed to quite the memory and attention to detail, at least. "...but mainly, there was a pair of bite marks on the back of King Cobra's neck that I couldn't help but associate with a vampire. Combined with his elongated cuspids and feral bite attempt preceding his demise, I am unable to ignore it."

”It’s an interesting detail, isn’t it?” Fritzi leaned forward in her seat. ”But if he had bite marks, that makes him a thrall. Real vampires can’t make more vampires, instead, they make weaker versions of themselves that they can fully control. The bulk of the blood they drink they return to their master.” Fritzi started typing on her keyboard. ”Shimr has a few vampire-related requests too, Hard to say if they’re true vampires or thralls yet, as even espers tend to confuse the two. Binky also overheard some espers mention vampires. Something about a violinist getting enthralled by a vampire named Justin. We have a bit of intel on Justin von Carnage, however…” She looked at Samuel. ”Like I told Binky, It’s a little early to pin this all on a big bad like that.” She looked at Sam’s legs. ”Next time you’re in here, I’ll have chairs. What’s it been, hours since we set up?”

Samuel politely smiled. “Only a few,” he answered, not bothering to retrieve his phone or look for a clock, leading one to believe he had already checked before entering the room. He continued, touching back on the subject of vampires momentarily. “But not too long. I imagine I’ll spend more time studying whatever material we might have on vampires if only to separate known fact from fiction.” He seemed to consider saying more on the subject, but ultimately refrained. He then leaned ever so slightly on the balls of his feet. “In any case, it’s probably for the best. Truth be told, I am unlikely to want to stand again for some time if I let myself relax now.”

”I guess that’s true.” She agreed. ”As for vampires, there’s not a lot we really know. You can forget about most of the obscure details about them. Spreading mustard seed on your roof, refusing to extend them an invitation, things like that don’t work on them. The last vampire we found did take special care to kill. Unless you destroy its heart, it’ll keep on coming. Even a decapitation won’t end them, but you might find some amusement as they try to chase down their head and reattach it.” She tapped a single button on her keyboard. ”I pretty much covered everything, but I’ve sent you all of our documentation, including footage of our tests. Best not to watch those in public, they’re pretty gruesome. Unless your date is into horror movies? Regardless, their arcane abilities are as varied as an espers, and we don’t yet know all of what Justin von Carnage can do.”

After the business side of the discussion was taken care of, Fritzi folded her hands together. ”You could hit the books right now, however...” The corners of her lips curled into a smile. ”I wasn’t sure if you wanted to, you know, spar a bit with me?”

Veronica's words gave Samuel pause and his smile dropped. "Today was quite eventful," he responded, slightly altering his stance to lean on a different part of his feet. "...life-threatening situations do take a lot out of you, and that's not counting the notes I used during them..." his tone seems to suggest that he is going to decline but his eyes, briefly, lock on to Fritzi's smile before closing, taking a drawn-out breath.

When he was done, his courteous smile reappeared and his opened eyes seemed to convey his acceptance. "...though I suppose that is all the more reason to try to improve. And I don't think I've quite earned my rest, anyhow."

”Wonderful!” Fritzi clapped her hands together. ”Right this way!”







The arena Fritzi chose as their sparring ground was not much larger than her office. It was worn out but had also been touched by Fritzi’s sense of whimsy. Plastered right over the peeling walls were more movie posters, including a horror one featuring a hospital that towered into the sky. But the appearance of the small room hardly mattered, as the two combatants were locked in a fight neither wanted to lose.

A table sat between them, but that stopped neither one from brandishing their weapons. They took turns swinging at each other, each warrior wanting nothing more than to deal a decisive blow to the other one. They maneuvered around the table to try and get a shot in, but both were maintaining a pretty good defense. Then out of the blue, Fritzi raised her weapon over her head and stepped away from the table. With a savage swing, she delivered a strike that was sure to end the match. But her aim was off, and her attack ended up hitting a small net on the table. It wasn’t very big, but it reversed her attack, causing her to lose the round.

The ping pong ball bounced off the table and landed in Fritzi’s open hand. ”Your point I guess, not that we’re keeping score.” She spun the paddle in her hand before tossing the ball to Samuel ”But if we were, you’d have some serious catching up to do.”

Samuel’s labored breathing indicated he had been getting quite into the match, which made Veronica’s statement all the more depressing. “...the match would be over if we had been. Seventeen to five. It was different when I was younger, but nowadays, games are played to eleven points.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Admittedly, my pride has taken a resounding blow. Granted it was mostly the version that involved alcohol played with coworkers every now and then, but I usually was one of the better players. I don’t think people would get that impression were they to watch this…”

Fritzi was elated by Samuel’s story. ”Oh! Do you fancy yourself a drunken boxer then?”

“No,” he shook his head, chuckling at the idea and lying with ease that rivaled his autonomic breathing. But that didn’t stop her from moving.

Fritzi walked over to one of the framed posters on the wall, looked at Samuel, and then raised a finger to her lips. She used her free hand to tip the poster out of the way, revealing a small safe. With her paddle still in her hand, she used the tip of her finger to turn a dial back and forth until the safe opened. She opened the door, pulled out a bottle, and used her hip to swing it shut. Then she came back to the ping pong table and set the bottle in front of Sam. ”One of the pros to working under a grocery store is that this stuff is pretty easy to come by. I’m thinking about getting the safe removed and installing a fridge in its place.”

He watched with curiosity as Veronica retrieved a bottle of beer and placed it before him. Strangely, he didn’t seem very surprised that it’s was there and twisted the top off easily. “My former boss did something very similar and said he got the idea from his old boss,” Sam replied, taking a reserved sip. “To keep their lunch fresh, and their water bottles cold, of course.”

”Former boss? I don’t think you’ve told me about him.” Fritzi raised an eyebrow. ”Or her?”

“...from my former occupation as staff manager at the company I was affiliated with up until the incident that introduced me to the magical side of the world? He was quite flippant, but never gave people reason to doubt his skills,” Sam explained. “Also seemed to hold me in high regard, so my sudden resignation was quite the shock to him, I’m sure. But I can’t commit myself to a job like that AND my duty as a member of G.E.M.I.N.I, so…” He seemed to have put a good deal of thought into the subject. “...I’m sure when and if my time with G.E.M.I.N.I comes to a close, my next employer will find the drastic shift quite interesting.”

”Good to know you don’t plan on entering retirement.”

“Not until I have to. If I even need to.” Samuel looked at the bottle for a moment, then took a drink. “An Esper with a butler aesthetic tried to take my life today. This occupation comes with… unique hazards.”

Fritzi barely had time to smile before the two were distracted by a buzzing sound. It was Fritzi’s tablet, which was vibrating under her coat. ”I thought the whole point of ‘vibrate’ was that it wasn’t supposed to make noise.” She hoisted her tablet out of her lab coat and scrolled a bit. ”But I suppose we can’t be too picky when fate throws us a bone.” She set the tablet down on the end of the table beside the bottle of beer. It was a page on Shimr discussing some footage that had been recorded by security cameras at the Great Escape. There in plain view was Justin Von Carnage trouncing around like he owned the place. ”Pretty ballsy for him to show up at one of the freelancer’s ‘outposts.’ What do you make of this?” Sam had only known Fritzi for his short time working with G.E.M.I.N.I., but he knew she was already coming to her own conclusion.

Samuel ponders the question for a minute. “Either a blessing or a curse,” he would say, but his expression betrays that he doesn’t think it’s positive in the least. “How much are you willing to stake on him being fatally arrogant?”

”His arrogance isn’t unjustified.” Fritzi looked back at the video. ”Until recently the Iron Queen ensured esper resistance in the area was crushed under her heel. It’s only natural for a few people to become complacent in her absence. Though he’s also fairly strong, even by the standards of a vampire. He could have grown accustomed to going where he pleased. Or, we have some pretender on our hands.”

"I'll pity him if he's just someone playing pretend. He's clearly ignorant of what that entails, and it's not going to end well for him,"

She tapped her finger against her arm. ”I’m sorry, you mentioned an esper that looked like a butler? What exactly do you remember about them?”

"In hindsight, I should have immediately identified them as an Esper. My lesser experience in these tense situations could've cost us everything..." He lamented his oversight but didn't let it trip him up for long. "Anyway, appearance-wise, he was an older gentleman who, as I've said, looked like a butler or waiter from the clothes he was wearing. His attitude matched, too. Even in that chaotic battle, he saw it fit to introduce himself as 'Servant Sofron'."

Samuel mimicked the action of pointing his hand at Veronica as though he was going to fire a note. "A single melody from him drastically changed the momentum we had gained in battle up to that point. He set the hallway we were in ablaze, and more than that, it hindered my own ability to conjure up retaliation." His voice suggested a mixture of awe and a smidge of terror, ironically. "There is no doubt in my mind that he was the strongest individual in that building out of the ones I encountered, at least in terms of magical talent."

”That sounds a lot like Baleful Sofron.” Fritzi eyed the tip of Samuel’s finger. ”He doesn’t exclusively work for Justin, but he has worked with him in the past on numerous occasions. I’m almost a hundred percent sure he was there to oversee Cobra Gang’s success. Justin Von Carnage is becoming an attractive target.” She flicked her eyes up to Sam and grinned. ”I dont think your time reading up on vampires will be wasted.”

Samuel took one last look at the 'vampire', then shrugged. "Either way, yes, I'm sure I'll get mileage out of this knowledge. I didn't notice bite marks on anyone else in the precinct, and I don't believe they suddenly became a fad… not that I keep up with those, mind you.”

He stood up straight, clenching a determined fist. "It's just another problem to be dealt with, in any case. With proper preparation, we'll inevitably cross that check off the list."

”If thralls keep showing up, he’ll definitely be our next target.” She slipped the tablet back into her coat. ”The last operation went as well as could be expected, but I think G.E.M.I.N.I. needs to prove it can stand without the help of the freelancers.” She fret her brow. ”Did you see them? They had the audacity to expect on-site catering? No wonder Pax Septimus is the way it is.” With a sigh, she tipped her head. ”Though I guess it’s understandable. We just happened to show up days after Penny was declared missing. It probably looks like we were afraid of her. All the more reason to show everyone we’re worth their tax dollars.”

“The operation would not have proceeded half as smoothly without Freelancer aid, which is something I loathe to see.” At some point, Samuel managed to drink half the beer. He looked at the drained bottle with pensive eyes. “Outsourcing has its uses, of course, but being reliant upon it does G.E.M.I.N.I no favors. The moment there’s a lull in payment, we’ll see those very same Freelancers beside Maverick, most assuredly.” Samuel’s tone does little to hide his dislike for either of the other factions, but with prior conversations in mind, Veronica would likely have gathered that he particularly disliked Freelancers.

He remains silent for a few moments, then speaks as though the edge in his tone never occurred.. “On my end, I suppose I will work towards becoming a better asset for G.E.M.I.N.I, so that there is less pressure for outsourcing.”

The doctor’s lips curled into a smirk. ”Then we are going to need to spar more to get you back into shape.” Fritzi picked up the bottle, only to stop when she realized how light it was. Her eyes looked down at the bottle. ”Hmmm, I wonder if they make refrigerated safes.”
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