(mask or menace) ic contact

[thephix]

You've reached the phone of Max Briest, I'm terribly sorry that I can't take your call right now, but please leave a message so I can get back to you at my earliest convenience.

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Comments

[janebond]

Point taken.

[ she's going to have to get used to superheroes. ]

How's "Guardian"? Too on the nose?

[thephix]

Again, superheroes.

I find working with common nouns to be somewhat difficult, though.

[janebond]

Maybe I need a theme first.

[thephix]

A good place to start as any, which is where powers tend to come in.

[Not that she's fishing or anything.]

[janebond]

[ Max pls B| ]

You know, you could just ask.

[thephix]

I thought subtlety would be the best approach.

[Somehow she manages to make a text sound sheepish.]

[janebond]

Most days it is.

[ Speaking of, how's that for "don't worry about it". ]

I'd rather not say over these. When we meet?

[thephix]

Of course, though you don't have to share if you'd prefer not to. There's just that saying about cats and curiosity.

[And the Sphinx is part lion.]

[janebond]

[ She doesn't, huh, but a good relationship - even a transaction - is built on trust. ]

You should probably know about this one.

[thephix]

Should I bring you coffee?

[janebond]

I'd like that. Decaf?

[thephix]

You are a strange woman, Wildflower.

[janebond]

keeps them guessing ;)

See you soon.

>action

[thephix]

[Max just shakes her head at the message, but doesn't reply, because she's busy heading to a local cafe, ordering two lattes (one decaf) and a box of cupcakes, before making her way to Nikita's safe house.

The click of her high heels likely announce her arrival, but she knows as well, just to be safe.]

[janebond]

[ Nikki's cleaned off her makeup and changed into dark coloured clothing: but the shirt has printed logo. It was cheap, combined with the style of her hair it makes her look younger than she is. The heels down the corridor are enough of an announcement, but the cameras she's rigged help too. She opens the door for Max with a small, pleased smile. ]

Come in.

[thephix]

[Max hands over the coffee as she sashays in like she owns the place; it's something she does automatically, because it's just how she moves.]

I worry about you, Nikita. Decaf isn't good for the soul.

[janebond]

Duly noted.

[ She's a more muted presence in the room than Max, and she sees no need to disguise how quietly she walks as she gestures towards the couch. ]

How've you been?

[thephix]

[The way Max sits is more calculated than the way she walks. It looks perfectly at ease, but she could move quickly if she has to. Trust isn't that easy.]

Busy. Who'd have thought that fundraising for a legitimate charity would be so exhausting?

[janebond]

[ It isn't, and Nikita only sits after her, looking equally deceptively relaxed. She knows how long it takes to a) her gun, b) the window, and c) how far to jump so she doesn't break a leg. ]

About that. Room for a fashion designer? Anonymous, of course.

[thephix]

I suppose I could shuffle a few things around.

[But her smile says it's a joke.]

Are you looking to help, or is your current employment unsatisfying?

[janebond]

Just pitching in.

[ A shrug. ]

I'll be honest, I have no idea how to be a community organiser.

[thephix]

How about running security for a women's shelter?

[That seems more up Nikita's alley.]

[janebond]

Now you're talking. One of yours?

[thephix]

A plan for one, yes. It's still on the drawing board.

[janebond]

Then sign me up.

[ She sips her coffee idly. ]

Have to keep busy, right?