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Uh oh. Max is plotting something again.

Or at least that's what the blueprints and assorted sheafs of paper scattered around her would suggest. She's biting her lower lip, a nervous habit. Every few moments she glances up. She might be looking for someone, or just keeping an eye on things. It's anyone's guess, really.

She's definitely up for distraction.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He drops a stack of books on the table, then settles back into a chair, picking one up. Something about 'The soul and you:A guide to the afterlife'

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She looks up, giving him a brief smile. "Hey there."

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He grunts, staring down at the page.

"Yo. How goes it?"

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"All right." She shoots a curious glance at the stack of books.

"You?"

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"Not finding what I hoped I would."

Sadly.

"Nothing cheap and easy."

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She shakes her head, smiling slightly. "I didn't know cheap and easy solutions existed for anything..."

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"They do, but usually it's just bust some heads."

He frowns, closing the book and picking up the next.

"Technically, one of the Endless could probably do it."

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She laughs. "That isn't always easy."

There's a faint shudder at the mention of the Endless. "...I think that one might be on the list of last resorts. Anything that's completely incomprehensible by mortal standards is unnerving..."

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A slight frown as he pages through the new book.

"Don't suppose you want someone elses soul in her body? Did she ever have one?"

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"...I thought souls were rather necessary to function as normal."

She frowns slightly, then nods. "Yeah, she did."

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"Well, there are some that aren't attached, ghosts and such..."

He frowns at her.

"What happened to it? We might be able to use a locater spell, or a entrancement to draw it back to her body..."

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"I don't know, exactly. She couldn't tell me. From what I could piece together, it was probably a very, very long time ago."

She takes a sip of coffee long gone cold. "I have theories, of course."

She always has theories.

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"Well?"

He gestures.

"Relay them, please."

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She's very good at not being noticed...so Tool has bene downstairs a while. Mistress had not told her to stay in the room, and she had finished all she could do in there...

So here she was, drifting quietly about and tidying tables near her Mistress. When a stray paper flutters to the ground though, she placesit back on eth table, blowing her invisible status...

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Max looks up sharply. That the girl can get under her radar so easily unnerves her a little.

"...How long have you been down here?"

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She let her gaze settle on the floor and folded her hands across her stomach demurely "Some time Mistress." she admitted. "I have not achieved as much as should have been done here though" damn the patrons for perpetual mess.

"Has Mistress eaten?"

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Blink.

"There are others employed to do that, kiddo. We're guests."

Well, she's on Security, but she's not sure what Tool would do with the information.

"Um...at some point?"

It's been a while. She forgets to eat.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

Master Gaunt had had mehanical servants as well, but she was still expected to be useful in her quiet periods. She doesn't see the piont in sayig this though, it should be obvious.

It's a good thing some people remember then isn't it?

"Mistress should eat. She uses much energy in her metabolism, and forgetting to replenish herself leads to illness..."

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Possibly...

"I don't get sick." But she clears some of the papers away to make space. "Have a seat, and I'll get us some food."

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"You do get tired and worn, Mistress" she stated, not arguing in the least. But offering an alternative to "sick"

She settled in a chair as bid and stared at the papers before her. She didn't read them, tools had no call to read, but it was somehing to focus on besides the incongruity of Mistress fetching the meal.

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"..."

She just shakes her head, and gets up to head to the bar. She returns a few moments later with two bowls of stew, bread, and some tea.

"Here."

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"Thank you Mistress" she settled her bowl, mug, and bread perfectly as if it was a high meal, then waited for Max to be seated and start eating.

"Would Mistress like her papers to be organized?"

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"They are." Max just thinks oddly, so they're organized more by association than anything else. Hey, she can find what she needs. That's what matters.

She takes a seat, and takes a sip of tea. "Have you met anyone interesting while you've been here?"

[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

There is a gasp from nearby and the sound of a falling mug hitting the ground.

Cable stares.

"How the... arent you dead?"

His eyes are on Tool, his look one of incredulity.

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Tool doesn't even raise her gaze, obviously the words cannot be meant for her. She does note the sound of the mug though, the mess will have to be cleaned once she is dismissed from the table.

"No Mistress. I have been politely circumspect."