as written by Saarai and Krysis
It seemed Godfrey hadn't eaten in a long time judging by the way he began to devour his food once he made sure it was exactly what he wanted. "The man we're meeting, Chemo, he got promoted to our recruitment division. Or demoted, depending on how one feels about paperwork." Godfrey told Lalita.
"Once we meet with him, do not ask questions. Well, not about what you're going to see. Questions about us are fine, just not our operations." He warned Lalita, "I'm ready to go when you are."
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Lalita sighed and shrugged, her own plate empty in short order, except for a few fries that had managed to get cold and were being used to scrape up what juices had dripped from her burger. "Sound familiar. I'll try to keep my curiosity in check. I suppose he'll tell me who I am supposed to follow around and take orders from?".
She crammed the last bits of soggy potato into her mouth as she slid out of the booth, waiting for Godfrey to answer before stealing his bill and heading up to the counter to pay for them both. Afterwards, she would smile brightly and follow him where ever he wanted to go.
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"I wouldn't know. I usually handle my own recruits, my process might be different than our soldiery types' way." Godfrey said as Lalita left with the bill, "Gentlemen." He said to Charles and Herman, getting up to join Lalita at the counter.
"I would have paid." He told her, "But, I'm sure you knew that." He added, gesturing for her to follow him to the exit. "We're headed to a factory in a part of town known as The Nummens. You at least need to know that."
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Lalita shrugged and smiled happily at her new friend. "I know. But I am not helpless or destitute. I just don't have a place to belong." Her wings were at a fluffy, jaunty angle as she followed Godfrey out of the cafe.
"So, Nummens. Can I ask what kind of factory, so I know when I am in the right place? Not asking what is to be done there, just don't want to end up lost." She was also hoping it was a bit of a drive, so she could snatch a nap.
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"I know they have smokestacks. But, as far as I know it's a Fisher Industrial factory. They build cars." Godfrey told Lalita, he waved a hand at his car causing it's doors to open for himself and his passenger.
"None better than mine, but I think my car is a bit more... magical." He said, "Literally."
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"I think your car is wickedly awesome." Lalita grinned at Godfrey, then blushed a bit at her old turn of phrase showing her age a bit. Sure she looked like a teenager, but Lali had gone to school in the Midlands more than twenty years ago. And before that, she was in a time and place where they didn't let girls go to school, if there even was one to go to.
"Of course, I drive an antique, so it probably wasn't built there either." She admitted as she slid into the passenger seat and checked the little black case that hung from her belt loop to make sure it was in no danger of popping open or falling off somehow. Next would some settling her fluffy little wings before she would cuddle up in the seat and give her new friend a hopeful smile.
"Would you mind if I caught a little sleep? I know, it probably isn't far, but every little bit helps."
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"Take what you can get." Godfrey said as he started up his car, "Traffic is on your side these days." He said, pulling out into said traffic. If he was lucky he could take a back alley or two and cut through it. Or blend his hearse in with police cars.
People always let funeral processions through. Even in big cities like Van Leugen.
"I'll try to get us there in a somewhat reasonable time though."
It seemed Godfrey hadn't eaten in a long time judging by the way he began to devour his food once he made sure it was exactly what he wanted. "The man we're meeting, Chemo, he got promoted to our recruitment division. Or demoted, depending on how one feels about paperwork." Godfrey told Lalita.
"Once we meet with him, do not ask questions. Well, not about what you're going to see. Questions about us are fine, just not our operations." He warned Lalita, "I'm ready to go when you are."
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Lalita sighed and shrugged, her own plate empty in short order, except for a few fries that had managed to get cold and were being used to scrape up what juices had dripped from her burger. "Sound familiar. I'll try to keep my curiosity in check. I suppose he'll tell me who I am supposed to follow around and take orders from?".
She crammed the last bits of soggy potato into her mouth as she slid out of the booth, waiting for Godfrey to answer before stealing his bill and heading up to the counter to pay for them both. Afterwards, she would smile brightly and follow him where ever he wanted to go.
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"I wouldn't know. I usually handle my own recruits, my process might be different than our soldiery types' way." Godfrey said as Lalita left with the bill, "Gentlemen." He said to Charles and Herman, getting up to join Lalita at the counter.
"I would have paid." He told her, "But, I'm sure you knew that." He added, gesturing for her to follow him to the exit. "We're headed to a factory in a part of town known as The Nummens. You at least need to know that."
____
Lalita shrugged and smiled happily at her new friend. "I know. But I am not helpless or destitute. I just don't have a place to belong." Her wings were at a fluffy, jaunty angle as she followed Godfrey out of the cafe.
"So, Nummens. Can I ask what kind of factory, so I know when I am in the right place? Not asking what is to be done there, just don't want to end up lost." She was also hoping it was a bit of a drive, so she could snatch a nap.
____
"I know they have smokestacks. But, as far as I know it's a Fisher Industrial factory. They build cars." Godfrey told Lalita, he waved a hand at his car causing it's doors to open for himself and his passenger.
"None better than mine, but I think my car is a bit more... magical." He said, "Literally."
____
"I think your car is wickedly awesome." Lalita grinned at Godfrey, then blushed a bit at her old turn of phrase showing her age a bit. Sure she looked like a teenager, but Lali had gone to school in the Midlands more than twenty years ago. And before that, she was in a time and place where they didn't let girls go to school, if there even was one to go to.
"Of course, I drive an antique, so it probably wasn't built there either." She admitted as she slid into the passenger seat and checked the little black case that hung from her belt loop to make sure it was in no danger of popping open or falling off somehow. Next would some settling her fluffy little wings before she would cuddle up in the seat and give her new friend a hopeful smile.
"Would you mind if I caught a little sleep? I know, it probably isn't far, but every little bit helps."
____
"Take what you can get." Godfrey said as he started up his car, "Traffic is on your side these days." He said, pulling out into said traffic. If he was lucky he could take a back alley or two and cut through it. Or blend his hearse in with police cars.
People always let funeral processions through. Even in big cities like Van Leugen.
"I'll try to get us there in a somewhat reasonable time though."