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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace has taken over a table, spreading her notes out all over it. Unlike the Doctor, she hasn't gone rogue. She still needs to send reports back to Gallifrey now and then about what she's up to. Of course, they already know what she's up to, making this more of an exercise of remembering who her bosses are.

This may have something to do with how furiously she's scribbling. Ace has never liked busy-work.

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[creator_raven]

Someone flicks the end of her writing utensil.

Probably it is Raven.

He is a jerk like that.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Don't make me beat up on you." Ace threatens, off-handedly. "I'll tell Ingress you ate her squid."

[creator_raven]

Raven does not scowl.

"That would be a lie, perhaps."

He does not remember eating a squid, certainly.

Well, not a giant one, at least.

Er.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace gives him a blank look.

"Yeah. And?"

Ace's morals are sometimes... theoretical. This includes using dirty tactics to get the paperwork done.

[creator_raven]

"I will, perhaps, have to tell my own lies."

About Ace!






Though possibly she does not believe him.

Woe.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Ingress likes me." Ace returns smugly.

Why, of course she isn't implying anything. Why do you ask?

[creator_raven]

Raven attempts to match her smug.

"We have made butterflies, I think."

With long curly eyelashes.

Maybe Ingress likes Raven, too!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"We have made friends. Tend t'last longer."

Point one to Perivale!

[creator_raven]

Raven sulks.

Sulkily.

And steals Ace's pen.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Oi! I need that, featherbrain. Give it back." Ace scowls, making grabby hands for the pen.

Awww, innit she cute?

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face at her, and holds the pen temptingly above her head.

He is a jerk, oh yes.

It is the privilege of siblings.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Perhaps she could use a small distraction. Milliways' new floor-show is starting.

"THREE LITTLE MAIDS FROM SCHOOL ARE WE..."

The singing leaves somewhat to be desired, but the choreography being demonstrated in that cleared area nearby is first-rate!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Now there are some things Ace shouldn't be made to bear. A trio of tiny singing specimens of the critters that killed her is one of them.

She pulls her slingshot out of her pocket, fits one of her skipping stones in it, and begins working on picking them off.

They aren't patrons, and thus, this totally does not count as hurting patrons. Booyah.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

The first shot knocks the head off Red...which gives the others a chance to dive for cover.

"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!"

Red himself seems to scuttle along after them without too much trouble. In a distant corner, a Horta mutters a curse.

Before it ducks under a table, Blue shouts back. "EVERYONE'S A CRITIC!"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace sends a second stone after the blue one, remorselessly.

Then, seeing that they've gone away for now, she sets her slingshot on the table next to her and gets back to her paperwork.

[gifted_profiler]

He's been looking around the room -- not warily, not quite, but there's definitely a sense of someone checking for some threat.

Frank nods a greeting as he happens to catch her eye.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace nods back, with a bit of a grin.

What? She's friendly.

Sorta.

On occasion.

Maybe she's hoping he'll make the paperwork go away.

[gifted_profiler]

The lines in his face deepen when he smiles back, just a little, and walks over.

"Hello."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Hullo." Ace tilts her head as she caps her pen one-handedly. "Don't think I've seen y'about before. I'm Ace."

[gifted_profiler]

He offers a hand to shake.

"Frank Black. We haven't met."

His voice is low and rough, filled with gravel.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace's is terribly gravel-free, if highly accented.

"Well, what do y'do with yourself Mister Black when y'not rescuin' pyros from paperwork?"

[gifted_profiler]

"I do some consulting."

A beat.

"Pyro?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"I do some explosions." Which might qualify for the 'verse's greatest understatement. "Among other things."

[gifted_profiler]

"Okay."

Another beat, and a wry smile.

"Anywhere I'd have heard of?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Dunno." Ace says, musingly. "Does your Earth have a London? ... Are you from Earth?"