Coffee Flavored Coffee (Nova/Open)

[Rick Fader]

It was finally the weekend. After a long week of school, made longer by the fact that there was hardly even training, it was high time for some rest and relaxation. Friday night was spent playing video games and gorging on junk food, while cursing people out over the microphone. The event lasted until 3 AM, when he ended up crashing and passing out on the floor. It wasn't until 9 AM that he ended up waking up, having gotten a somewhat decent six hours of sleep.

Today, he was going to a party hosted by one of his acquaintances. As per usual, it was one of those parties that involved a stockpile of alcohol, and an Xbox 360 that was open to anyone who wasn't too drunk. But unfortunately, it started at 8 PM, which was eleven hours away. So this left Rick with eleven hours of free time, and he didn't feel like playing video games at the moment.

With it being early in the morning, Rick immediately grabbed a fresh t-shirt, jeans, socks, boxers, and his sneakers and went to the bathroom. From there, he stripped out of his clothing and jumped into the shower.

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After finishing his shower, and brushing his teeth, Rick jumped into his clothes. Once his shoes were tied, he immediately kicked the door open. He then rushed over to his dresser, where he grabbed his wallet from the drawer, and his favorite baseball cap from the top of it. As usual, the holster containing his inhaler and refills was mounted onto his leather belt. With his preparations complete, the blue-haired lad walked outside. His first destination would be to grab some coffee. And while he didn't frequent such places under normal circumstances, Rick felt like visting his friend Nova, who was working over at Deathbucks.

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The Demon Chair arrived inside of the familiar cafe. It had been eight months since he last visited the place. However, it had hardly changed at all. As usual, it was filled with mostly students in cafe uniforms. Most of them were earning money in order to compensate for the fact that they spent their weekly allowances too fast. However, a few of them had voluntarily applied for the job. As far as Rick knew, one of those who took the the longterm role was Nova.

Just like last time, Rick took the first empty table he saw. He didn't know if Nova was going to be the one who took his order, or if she was even working today. But his main priority was coffee, while seeing Nova would just be a bonus, a very good bonus.

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[nova]

Working at Deathbucks is really the first thing a Student thinks of when applying for a 'trendy' job in the area, or a 'cool' way of earning some extra money on the side. Nova, however, didn't work here because it was cool, or trendy. In fact, she worked here because, yes, she wanted the money, but she also liked the staff discount that came with being an employee. It made the work a little more enjoyable, knowing that after her 5 hour weekend shifts and 2 hour Tuesday, Thursday and Friday shifts, she could sit down and pay 30% less for anything she liked. It was even worth the Uniform. And the hat. Ok, it was ALMOST, worth the hat. But she liked the wrist couplet things. They were pretty at least.

Nova had gotten up at 9 that morning to get ready for her shift, starting at 10 and ending at 3. Before she had this job you wouldn't catch her dead waking up this early to do anything. Nova was a big fan of sleep and weekends normally proved a good time to lay in until you couldn't any more. At least she was doing something half way productive with her time now instead of lazing around at home, and sleeping in the park. In some ways it was a little more fulfilling then doing nothing day in and day out, and Deathbucks also accommodated her Shibusen Student Tendencies of going on Missions and being out of commission for a couple of days after that. Then again, most places were like that. Or, anywhere that hired Students anyway. She even got paid for the days she couldn't come into work due to school business. Sometimes it was good to be one of Shibusens Students. Other times, not so much. Even though to those in Death City, who didn't possess Demon Weapon or Meister abilities, say being a Student is glamours, it really isn't all its cracked up to be.

This early in the morning wasn't really a busy time. Soon people would come rolling in as midday drew closer, and so did her break. There weren't many staff in today either. Nova wasn't old enough to work the till, so she just milled around, cleaning tables and such until a few people came rolling in with newspapers and sour faces. Nova preferred the younger customers to the older ones. Students always seemed so much happier. Besides, it wasn't so awkward when someone her age couldn't stop starring at her breasts then an older man. Either way, she didn't like it, and had to stop herself from slapping them. Guess it came with the job. Or with being female at that. Nevertheless, it was a small bloop in the system of things. She was here to do a job, so damn she do that job.

After 15 minutes the shop was actually seeing more customers then she'd expect. Maybe everyone was in a weird mood, or had a day off? Nova and the other staff were kept pretty busy as far as Saturday mornings went. The coffee shop was staring to buzz with activity when Rick entered Deathbucks. Nova saw him and decided it would be nice to go and say hello, after all, pretty much everyone had been tended to and there were others besides her. So the fellow Demon Weapon went over to him, smiling all the while. First things first however, she still had to take his order. Part of the new system put in place to cut down on the queues this place built up a lot of the time. The raven haired girl pulled out the small note pad and clicked the pen in her hand. "Good morning, Rick. What can a girl get you today, hm?" No doubt it would be weird to see her gone all nicey-nicey like she couldn't find shit on anything.

After waiting for his order, she noted it down and put a hand on her hip, leaning on one leg. "It's nice to see you, but did you really have to come and see me while I was at work?" Nova laughed. "...Then again I guess I don't have much time to kill any more, this job is eating up my spare time!" It was true, she wasn't going out as much as she used to, sure she could get days off, but it didn't really work like that. The school was eating up time just as much. Nova took the note pad and tapped him on the head with it "So what have you been up to lately?" Although she wasn't really meant to talk to the customers, she was confident she could get away with it this once while Deathbucks was somewhat quiet.

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[Rick Fader]

So far, the day was starting off pretty well. For one thing, he managed to get to Deathbucks with no incident. However, he did step into the cafe while it was busy. The good news was that there was a table free for the Demon Chair to occupy. Even better, he managed to get in contact with Nova. While she was on the job, it was still an opportunity to see his friend.

"Good morning, Rick. What can a girl get you today, hm?", she asked in a strange, friendly manner. Rick grinned smugly. “Black coffee, please. . .”, he responded. While the last time he ordered black coffee didn’t go so well, this was Nova he was talking to. He was sure she knew what coffee flavored coffee, or black coffee was.

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8 Months Ago
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While he wasn’t really a fan of cafes, Rick was in desperate need of some coffee. After a hectic day of school, involving some jackass undoing the screws in his chair, Rick needed something to get his mind off of the day. He couldn’t be assed to buy some coffee grounds, so he had to settle for the second best thing. Deathbucks was nearby, and while it was going to be crowded, it would at least provide coffee.

Rick took the first seat he could find, and immediately slumped into the chair. Immediately, a nice looking girl stepped up to take his order.

“Hiya, welcome to Deathbucks!”, she greeted the blue-haired boy in a friendly manner. “So, what can I get you today?”, she asked as she pulled out her note pad and pen.

“Yeah, could I get a regular coffee?”, he asked.

“What flavor?”, she asked him.

“Black. . .”, he said, doing his best to hide how annoyed he was.

"Black. . . coffee. . .", she muttered, obviously confused.

At that point, Rick hung his head in defeat. This was the reason he didn’t like to frequent coffee shops. Just like in some cafes he had been to, the waiter/waitress didn’t seem to know about black coffee, only that flavored crap. His father had this problem as well, which was why he bought his own coffee beans to grind most of the time.

“Never mind, could I just get a hot chocolate?”, asked Rick.

“Um, sure. . .”, she said as she scribbled down his new order. “Be right back~”, she said, still using the friendly tone she started out with.

“Thanks. . .”, he said, head still hung low.

After she left the table, she had a discussion with one of her co-workers. From what Rick could hear, they were asking about what black coffee was amongst themselves. Yep, what a great day that was. Not only had he encountered the usual douchebaggery, if not more, but he couldn’t get a simple coffee.

‘Fuck my life. . ., he thought to himself.

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“It's nice to see you, but did you really have to come and see me while I was at work?", asked Nova with a laugh after taking his order.

“Haven’t seen you in a while. . .”, he stated with a friendly grin on his face. “Besides, I couldn’t be assed to buy more coffee grounds. . .”, he said with a small chuckle.

"...Then again I guess I don't have much time to kill any more, this job is eating up my spare time!", she stated. It was true, with a job and school, time was indeed sparse. Hell, with the job Rick recently scored at Death Electronics, he could relate to her experience. The good news was that his Saturday shifts lasted from 2:00 PM until 7:00 PM. It gave him plenty of time to get his shit together, and gave him an hour to get ready to party.

"So what have you been up to lately?", she asked the blue-haired lad after tapping him on the head with her notepad.

“Eh, been busy myself, what with training, and a job. . .”, he told her. While he was willing to have a full conversation with her, he also didn’t want to cause her to get fired or anything like that.

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[nova]

Rick had noticed how ‘fake nice’ she was being as part of her job, and that alone made her smile a little. What made her smile even more was the fact he ordered Black Coffee. Or Normal Coffee. Or the thing this shop should sell but nobody seemed to know what it was. Although, normally something that simple wasn’t even worth putting down in her mind, she had to by LAW so DB knew what it was selling. “Black Coffee? That’s a rarity around here. Anything else or will that do?” Still keeping up the uncomfortably cosy smile was like part of the job description. Hell, she was even told before taking the job you had to be happy and friendly! Something Nova was good at, but smiling like an idiot made you feel like an idiot sometimes. It was worth the money, or at least, that’s what she told herself when this stupid smile began to hurt.

”Haven’t seen you in a while. Besides, I couldn’t be assed to buy more coffee grounds.” Nova laughed a little. “Only being a little lazy are we? Well I can’t really say much…” Then she laughed again. Good God was it nice to see a familiar face again. It was like everyone had separated out like last year and just lost touch. It was a shame, but it was nice to see some people sticking around. It made Nova feel nice to know Rick had come here to see her as well. Maybe she should find out where he worked and pester him there as well…that would be fun. She needed to annoy her friends more, it was always a laugh even if they didn’t always see the funny side of it. ”Eh, been busy myself, what with training, and a job…” “It seems we’re all growing up and getting jobs now, eh? That or we just spend our allowances too fast.” Nova put her hand up as if to say ‘I’m guilty, I spend money too quickly as well’ and smiled. “Speaking of Jobs, I’ll just go get you your order and I’ll ask the ‘boss’ if I can take a few minutes off so we can catch up, these last few months have been a bit hectic…” And so she walked up to the counter, and passed over the piece of paper to the guy at the till, who was there in case people didn’t want teenagers serving them randomly.

Nova lent over the counter and her co-worker rolled his eyes “What do you want NOW Novie?” He asked smiling a little. “Ya see that blue-haired guy over there? He’s a friend of mine and we haven’t spoken in agggeessss, could I take a few minutes of t..” “Yeah sure, go ahead, if it gets you off my back today, and you promise to be good?” Nova smiled back “I willlll, thankies!” Without giving him any more attention she turned around and walked back towards Rick. Her co-worker liked her too much to let the girl down, and truth be told, Nova did pester him a lot during the working day if things got boring and slow.

The Weapon sat opposite Rick, taking of the stupid hat she had to wear when she was working and running a hand through her short black hair.”Woop! He let me off for a few minutes!” Nova grinned brightly. It felt soooo much less awkward to smile when she didn’t feel like she had to. “So, were d’ya work to? I don’t think I’ve seen you in any of the shops I tend to go into…” She started up, trying to make light conversation. It was always nice to know what people had been doing while you were out of the picture. “What kinda training have the school had ya’ doin’ anyways?” Nova herself wasn’t the best at training. Swimming was normally as far as things went unless Theron dragged her out kicking and screaming. Nova was more lackadaisical then a drugged-up panda, so normally, she tended to do jack shit that involved moving too much. Her moods varied however, but still. If you saw her training by her own accord (and it wasn’t swimming or running to class because she was late) then the world was probably ending.

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[ashley]

Working at Deathbucks seemed to Ashley like some kind of hobby more than a pass-time. He would spend hours in the corner observing the people that came in, peeping at them as they ventured through the internet or read their books or chatted like gray parrots to their friends. He prefers to sit on a stool, one which he can swing his legs on and look cute, instantly taking away any suspicion over him. Not like anyone looks at what he's doing in the first place. Usually people leave him alone to get on with whatever he is supposed to be doing, thinking he's on a really long lunch breaking or is being baby-sitted by the other girl at the counter. He looks young enough to be her cousin or brother, he also looks fragile enough to be baby-sitted anyway. The only thing that really gives it away that he's not being baby-sitted, is the fact he arrives every morning atop a huge golem.
It wasn't the most inconspicuous mode of transportation, and it wasn't even raining ('yet', according to Ashley).
Even if it was a dry day, No.5 would lumber on behind his master with terrible drag. At the worst, Ashley would be at Deathbucks and No.5 would be five streets away spinning around in circles. This had happened on numerous occasions, and it never ceased to entertain Ashley in the fact he was now freaking some mature adults out. If only they'd just contacted Deathbuck (like they were supposed to know who the damn thing belonged to and where they worked... if Ashley ever did work).
Usually on his way home did No.5 catch up and stop spinning, and actually moved with some sense of direction. Ashley hadn't left No.5 behind when he'd gone home before, because usually he likes to stop off at places and have a look at sales, before running home to get changed for his evening at the theatre.

Today, Ashley wasn’t sitting on a stool peering out at everyone like a peeping tom. Instead, he was busy trying to figure out why the dispenser wasn’t dispensing. He never did think to ask for help, he liked to be independent, but that usually meant he’d end up hitting things with the nearest metal object. That was true for this day, as he explored the kitchen, trying to find something of use to him and his bash-O-matic of a urge to pummel the dispenser.
Locco was situated in the far corner of the kitchen near the staff toilets, in a medium sized cage that his boss had bought one day to keep the bunny from wreaking havoc across the shop. The French Lop looked at home in that cage as any rabbit could, nibbling away on a bright orange carrot looking nowhere in particular. The rabbit shuffled from time to time, stopping to rest then going back to eat, and very so often the cage would swing open and the bunny would get a suffocating hug and then be put back again.
Of course, Ashley liked to think that Locco loved Deathbucks, as if she were a child going to Creely park. Of course, Creely was much, much bigger and had a substantial amount more to do that munch on a carrot all day with the occasional petrifying display of love from an excitable teenage boy.

Ashley was wearing something similar to November’s outfit, only it has jeans and nor waist belt, with long sleeves and similar blue and white cuffs, which were left to hang as Ashley owned no cuff-links. He trotted about the kitchen with a wrench in hand, pacing to himself, planning his next course of action against the faulty dispenser. It wasn’t that he needed to, it was usually November’s job to fix stuff, Ashley just broke them.
His head turned as he heard his work partner begin to speak. He flailed a little, the wrench flying out of his lose grip and sailed -perfectly timed- out of the door. He bounced up to November, watching her walk back from taking an order with someone she seemed to be quite acquainted with.
He stood behind her, jumping up and down trying to get her attention, his uniform was to big, the sleeves looking like they’d catch the wind and hurtle him through the window and into the sky. His hat was sitting on his stool per usual, just to say that it was his stool, and even if it took him a lifetime to climb onto it, it was his stool. No-one touched the stool.

“Hiya November!” he said with an accompanying laugh. Ashley didn’t really understand that his co-worker liked to be called ’Nova’. He found it funny to called her November and never say otherwise.
“Is that person over there someone you know? Can I talk to him pleeeease?”
Ashley continued to jump up and down, eyes like gleaming gems filled with childish nature and a smile that looked almost creepy.
He laughed and spun then continued to laugh and jump and spin repeatedly. He looked like he was tripping on acid, not working at a deluxe coffee-shop.


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[cirrus]

XX

A golden rectangle is one whose side lengths are in the golden ratio, 1:1.618.

A distinctive feature of this shape is that when a square section is removed, the remainder is another golden rectangle; that is, with the same proportions as the first. Square removal can be repeated infinitely, in which case corresponding corners of the squares form an infinite sequence of points on the golden spiral, the unique logarithmic spiral with this property.

According to astrophysicist and math popularizer Mario Livio, since the publication of Luca Pacioli's Divina Proportione in 1509, when "with Pacioli's book, the Golden Ratio started to become available to artists in theoretical treatises that were not overly mathematical, that they could actually use," many artists and architects have been fascinated by the presumption that the golden rectangle is considered aesthetically pleasing. The proportions of the golden rectangle have been observed in works predating Pacioli's publication.

James Madrox mentally recited the introduction of the wikipedia page on Golden Rectangles to himself. His eyes looked at nothing; there was nothing to pique his interest. And so, in the absence of fun and amusement, he had turned to maths. There was a test coming up soon about trajectories, and, since stepping on old ground had become boring, the demon weapon's mind had started to wander. He couldn't remember the amount of times he had stared at that wiki page when he was a kid; maths had seemed so whimsical back then.

Of course, back then he had had the ever-useful veil of ignorance. His good friend history had taught him that everything ever learned can and most probably will be weaponised. Maths was no exception to this; the world wars were proof enough of that...why was he feeling bitter today?

Someone's got time on their hands..

James sighed. It wasn't often he was bored, but it seemed like today was going to be the exception to the rule. He stared idly out of his wall of windows as he lounged in his condo. There was nothing on TV. His business was pretty much running itself nowadays, and there was really no need for him to come in except to take in his share of his profits.

"Being a genius suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks~" Moaned the demon weapon in annoyance. James made to get up out of the couch. He needed some fresh air and a coffee. After changing into a decent set of clothes, he exited his condo and walked to the shopping district. The sunshine did nothing to aid his mood as he traversed the unusually busy streets.

As he neared his destination - Deathbucks Cafe - his luminosity started to increase. Thinking of the nice hot coffee melting his icy melancholy was really starting to cheer him up. Heck - maybe he'd even make some friends there. In fact, by the time he opened the doors of the cafe James was noticeably glowing. The intellect took note of the people already inside the establishment, before choosing a table at which to sit. The table the demon Trishula sat at was situated next to a guy with blue hair and was already being served. The two were already engaged in an amiable conversation, so James decided to wait patiently while they conversed before ordering. Besides, he hadn't really put much thought into what he would order - he'd only been to a coffee shop twice, and both times his parents had ordered him some foul tasting black brew.

Still, if he was anything he was a well-learned individual, and as such James decided to wrack his brain for information about the types of coffee he knew and possibly liked.

Uhm...black...latte...mocha...cappuccino...and that's it..
Fuck.

Cursing his lack of expertise in the area, James started counting down the moments until someone came and served him. There was always the option to just wing it. Now he realised he was desperate. James' brown eyes darted from place to place, never staying still for more than a second. He started to inspect the different rectangles in the cafe, thinking that if he found one that was golden, everything would be okay.

Yes...that was his way. If he could find something, some kind of tether to academics or something he was familiar with then everything would be perfect. His comfort zone would have been found again...

He spent two minutes searching fruitlessly. James exhaled deeply, frustrated with himself. Firstly, for not finding a golden rectangle. And secondly, for not realising sooner how sad he really was. Puffing out defeatedly, James sank into his seat, mumbling;

"Eh...I'll just say cappuccino. And hope it tastes like...coffee."

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[Rick Fader]

“Black Coffee? That’s a rarity around here. Anything else or will that do?”, asked Nova. Rick‘s grinned widened after Nova responded to his order. His faith in his friend was extremely well placed. Of all the people to work at Deathbucks, at least one of them knew what black coffee was. "That's all for me.", replied Rick, clearly satisfied by how the order went compared to last time.

“Only being a little lazy are we? Well I can’t really say much…”, she said with a laugh. Rick nodded with a grin. "What can I say?", asked Rick jokingly. “Besides, at least you know what black coffee is. . .”, stated Rick.

After bringing up the fact that he was training and holding down a job, the conversation really started to take shape. “It seems we’re all growing up and getting jobs now, eh? That or we just spend our allowances too fast.”, she said with a laugh, and a sign that she was guilty of such spending. "You know what I say: The more money, the more better!", said Rick with a grin. Rick normally did his best to save his money as much as possible. "Besides, it lets be burn time. . .", he continued.

“Speaking of Jobs, I’ll just go get you your order and I’ll ask the ‘boss’ if I can take a few minutes off so we can catch up, these last few months have been a bit hectic…”, said Nova as she left to drop his order by the till. At first, Rick was unsure if she could actually get a break this early into the day. However, from where he sat, he could make out the conversation between the two.

“What do you want NOW Novie?”, asked her 'boss.' “Ya see that blue-haired guy over there? He’s a friend of mine and we haven’t spoken in agggeessss, could I take a few minutes of t..”, she started to ask before she was cut off. “Yeah sure, go ahead, if it gets you off my back today, and you promise to be good?”, he answered, much to Rick's amazement. “I willlll, thankies!”, she replied.

After the exchange, Rick saw her heading back to his table. She sat across from him and took her hat off. "Woop! He let me off for a few minutes!", she informed him with a bright grin. "Fuckin' A!", responded Rick with a grin of his own. “So, were d’ya work to? I don’t think I’ve seen you in any of the shops I tend to go into…”, she asked Rick. "I work at Tech Morgue Computers. Its a shop that sells computers and shit like that. They also repair and refurbish computers, which is where I come in. . . .", he told her.

“What kinda training have the school had ya’ doin’ anyways?”, she asked him. "Resonance training. . .", he started excitedly. "For the past few months, I've been training up a Soul Resonance. Without an Autonomous Weapon like Justin Law, it was a bigger pain in the ass than the usual Resonance training. But with help from the staff and veterans, I got that motherfucker down. . .", he told her proudly. Yes, after three months of training, Rick was proud of what he had achieved. "What about you, what kind of training have you and. . . your partner. . . been doing?", he asked her, clearly having no knowledge of her partner aside from seeing him once in class.

As the two were talking, some random boy had approached the two. Clearly, the boy worked at Deathbucks, due to having the same uniform as Nova, only with a pair of jeans, longer sleeves, and with the outfit being a few sizes too big for him. “Hiya November!”, he greeted the raven-haired girl with a laugh. “Is that person over there someone you know? Can I talk to him pleeeease?”, he asked, bouncing up and down. Rick looked at the boy for a moment. "If its cool with Nova here, join the party. . .", he said to the boy.

While Rick had been busy talking to Nova and greeting the new boy, he hadn't taken notice to the blonde-haired boy sitting at the nearby table. It wasn't until he said something to himself that Rick noticed his presence. "Eh...I'll just say cappuccino. And hope it tastes like...coffee."

"So, uh. . . who else is manning tables here?", asked Rick curiously to Nova and the new kid.

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[nova]

It was nice to be able to catch up with Rick; Nova was fond of hearing from other students about their grand Shibusen ventures, no matter how crazy they were or how senseless it happened to be. Everyone had a different story, and that’s what she liked. Everyone handled it differently. From the teachers to the Missions, everyone had their stories to tell. But off the topic of Shibusen and its wacky goings-on, she might drop in on his work place now she knew, and stored it away in her head for a later date when she could go and annoy him. It was the least she could do, after all. Friends piss each other off and annoy each other, its just what you do. Or that’s the way she handled it, Theron getting the brunt of her friend-beating stick that was for sure. It was her own little way of letting you know she cared.

Nova could understand the excitement in her friends voice when he announced the Resonance Training, having just under gone a full Resonance only a couple days prior after months of attempts and nothing but backlashing wavelengths. She never thought what it must have been like for a Solo Weapon to try it themselves. She was sure she could never achieve it, so Autonomous Weapons filled her with some awe. In their own way, they had much more incredible power to be able to self-Resonate like that. He had a right to be proud of himself, and Nova sat back and listened. A resonance was no easy feat, that was for sure. ” "What about you, what kind of training have you and. . . your partner. . . been doing?" The Chakram laughed a bit and sat up a little. It was funny that after all this time he still wasn’t sure she even had a partner. He was such an awesome, up to date friend. ”Well we finished our first Missions a while back and since then we’ve been trying to get our first Resonance down as well. I didn’t expect it to be easy but fuck, I didn’t half take some time. Like you, we’ve been training for ages and most of the time it would blow up in our faces like some whiney bitch ass kid. It was literally just the other day we managed to finally get it right after a couple….intermissions, but it was worth it, anyway. You defiantly grow closer as a team. I’m not really sure how it works for a Solo, but I imagine that if anything its harder. Even if you don’t have a conflicting wavelength to contend with.” She was going to ask a few questions about any Missions he’d gone on…

That was before Ashley turned up, jumping up and down, a bubble of energy. The boy was shorter then she was, but was also older then her. But you really wouldn’t think so. The little guy was a Demon Weapon, like she was. He attended the Academy as well, and had an affinity for rabbits. He was also British. He’d only moved over here a few weeks ago and had already gotten himself a place in Deathbucks. The role suited him fine but…he just didn’t do anything. Or much. Rick had just said that with her permission, the little guy could join them, but Nova still wanted to speak alone before she let her work-mate decided to join the fun. Dizzy might show up too and THAT would be embarrassing at the least. Then Rick pointed out the new arrival, and it didn’t look like anyone else was going to serve him sooo…

”Hey, Ashley, you can join once you serve that guy, I’m on a little break.” She smiled reassuringly at the Demon Mini-gun, who would soon do as he was told like normal, and go to serve the boy across from them. Who was actually looking rather down on himself. After Ashley was out of the way for a moment, she got back to the subject they had been on before. ”Anyway, I was going to ask if you’d been on any Missions yourself lately. Annnd partly to see if you did any worse than we did.” And the Demon Chakram laughed a little, remembering that crashed car. It was such a nice car, too.