[ a flicker of distant amusement comes in at his :nyeh:, but they don't comment and instead the amusemeent deepens at his teasing. their head tilts, the glow in their visor narrowing in a different way - like the crinkling of someone's eyes when they smile just right. ]
Our jobs require us to gather the right kind of information, don't they, inquisitor? I've spent a long time perfecting my techniques, but you'll just have to judge the material for yourself.
[ maybe someone else would get offended, but adrastea seems to prefer this and understands what it is. they pull up their I.R.I.S. notes, making one regarding finding the information docket they've compiled for temenos. ]
there's a twinkle of amusement to his tone and emotions, though he is hardly joking. temenos waits patiently for this, watching them interact with the iris with a muted curiosity. ]
I am quite curious as to how much you know about my job already, to be honest. Our little profiles, of course, did have to come from somewhere. Are you speaking from knowledge, inference, or somewhere in between?
Inference, more than anything else. My job is to read between the lines, and it always has been, because that's where the juiciest information tends to hide when it's not in the shadows.
[ they swipe the screen away, pulling up their data log to just make sure that things are running smoothly in the time since they started talking to one another. while they're pretty relaxed, adrastea doesn't forget their work, scrolling the log, tapping something, and then closing out completely. ]
What we received in your dockets were the profiles and your contracts. We don't even have medical records for any of you, which has earned Io's ire.
[ boy don't he know it. frankly he prefers it that way - he'd rather have someone here who infers as opposed to them just being fed information? someone here's got a brain cell. and it tells him a little about adrastea, too, which is ideal. information in the shadows, indeed.
for now he just watches them with the data pad because like. man. out of his pay grade. ]
Aha. I am surprised we've not been submitted to medical examinations by the good doctor. [ a soft chuckle, there - something he's not unused to, apparently. ] Your company is not particularly thorough in some ways, and entirely too much in others.
People either dont want you to see it, or they can't say it outright. It's more telling.
[ they tilt their head again as they look... ( checks math ) a little bit down at him. they're nearly the same height though. whatever thoughts are obscured in their helmet, the emotions are quietly approving, faint interest, everpresent amusement now.
it's funny you say it's out of his pay grade because they're getting paid so much money that even partitio would be like :tails:. ]
You probably will be, just to make up for the lack of information, but it's not like we can force you to do anything. Better safe than sorry to know your health, in the long run. But up to you all. [ a shrug ] Mm, it's never been this bad before. I'll be interested to know why things have panned out this way.
throws snow off a cliff. anyway. are they the same height in general or does adrastea wear heels. thank you for answering this important question.
their emotions kind of match! faint interest, light amusement, but it's tied into curiosity, and a nigh constant feeling of Doubt, because that's just who he is as a person. ]
So you say. [ about being forced, at least - there's definitely Doubt to that, considering their entire situation. ] But, yes. I concur. Do you know how long this company has been around? Perhaps a change in management that finds kidnapping to be a good business model...?
[ i will neither confirm nor deny anything save that i am indeed a rat
anyways, adrastea wears combat heels, but without them they would still be a little taller than temenos. not by a lot, just a few inches.
sometimes you just stand in a hallway of the void and resonate on the same emotional wavelength. the amusement blips a little higher again, before resettling into the muted tone again. ]
So I do. Whether I'm proven right or not will depend on what happens. [ adrastea is at least savvy enough to know this isn't concrete in the situation. but they nod slightly. ]
██ years. [ the blocks are real numbers don't think too hard about it they're not actually censored. ] We've never met the president or anything of the company, so gods know who they are as a person or an entity, but who knows. Maybe recent years have given them a taste for fresh recruits.
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[ a flicker of distant amusement comes in at his :nyeh:, but they don't comment and instead the amusemeent deepens at his teasing. their head tilts, the glow in their visor narrowing in a different way - like the crinkling of someone's eyes when they smile just right. ]
Our jobs require us to gather the right kind of information, don't they, inquisitor? I've spent a long time perfecting my techniques, but you'll just have to judge the material for yourself.
[ maybe someone else would get offended, but adrastea seems to prefer this and understands what it is. they pull up their I.R.I.S. notes, making one regarding finding the information docket they've compiled for temenos. ]
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[ judgement is my lp skill its what im good at
there's a twinkle of amusement to his tone and emotions, though he is hardly joking. temenos waits patiently for this, watching them interact with the iris with a muted curiosity. ]
I am quite curious as to how much you know about my job already, to be honest. Our little profiles, of course, did have to come from somewhere. Are you speaking from knowledge, inference, or somewhere in between?
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[ they swipe the screen away, pulling up their data log to just make sure that things are running smoothly in the time since they started talking to one another. while they're pretty relaxed, adrastea doesn't forget their work, scrolling the log, tapping something, and then closing out completely. ]
What we received in your dockets were the profiles and your contracts. We don't even have medical records for any of you, which has earned Io's ire.
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[ boy don't he know it. frankly he prefers it that way - he'd rather have someone here who infers as opposed to them just being fed information? someone here's got a brain cell. and it tells him a little about adrastea, too, which is ideal. information in the shadows, indeed.
for now he just watches them with the data pad because like. man. out of his pay grade. ]
Aha. I am surprised we've not been submitted to medical examinations by the good doctor. [ a soft chuckle, there - something he's not unused to, apparently. ] Your company is not particularly thorough in some ways, and entirely too much in others.
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[ they tilt their head again as they look... ( checks math ) a little bit down at him. they're nearly the same height though. whatever thoughts are obscured in their helmet, the emotions are quietly approving, faint interest, everpresent amusement now.
it's funny you say it's out of his pay grade because they're getting paid so much money that even partitio would be like :tails:. ]
You probably will be, just to make up for the lack of information, but it's not like we can force you to do anything. Better safe than sorry to know your health, in the long run. But up to you all. [ a shrug ] Mm, it's never been this bad before. I'll be interested to know why things have panned out this way.
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throws snow off a cliff. anyway. are they the same height in general or does adrastea wear heels. thank you for answering this important question.
their emotions kind of match! faint interest, light amusement, but it's tied into curiosity, and a nigh constant feeling of Doubt, because that's just who he is as a person. ]
So you say. [ about being forced, at least - there's definitely Doubt to that, considering their entire situation. ] But, yes. I concur. Do you know how long this company has been around? Perhaps a change in management that finds kidnapping to be a good business model...?
[ joking? that's very dry. ]
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anyways, adrastea wears combat heels, but without them they would still be a little taller than temenos. not by a lot, just a few inches.
sometimes you just stand in a hallway of the void and resonate on the same emotional wavelength. the amusement blips a little higher again, before resettling into the muted tone again. ]
So I do. Whether I'm proven right or not will depend on what happens. [ adrastea is at least savvy enough to know this isn't concrete in the situation. but they nod slightly. ]
██ years. [ the blocks are real numbers don't think too hard about it they're not actually censored. ] We've never met the president or anything of the company, so gods know who they are as a person or an entity, but who knows. Maybe recent years have given them a taste for fresh recruits.
[ also joking. ]