Notes

[maeve]

Maeve walked into the information center, her head held high, still dressed in her short cocktail dress, hair tied up into a bun. It was hanging down in a sea of auburn waves before, but after a night of traveling, her hair looked much better tied up. The black pair of pumps she wore made her already long and lean legs look even longer, as they carried her across the floor.

She pulled out her notebook and began to glance over her notes again, recalling the things that she learned. She didn’t really need to take notes, but she chose to. Maeve leaned against a vacant wall and studied her own writing, occasionally glancing up when someone passed near to her. She was still fairly new to Het Maailma Fornuft So she didn’t exactly have a lot of friends. She actually didn’t have any friends here, but she was good at her job and that was all that mattered to her.

[code]

Jason walked into the information center after meeting with the new president of the company. He had to admit he was a little more then surprised at the new "head man", mainly because of the youthfulness of it. He never expected the new president to actually be younger than Morris. He could see how the men who followed the now late president had a problem with this. One would expect the vice president to be next, but instead someone else had come before him. He highly doubt the others will take that kindly.

As he walked in, he noticed he wasn't alone. The newest member of the company had found herself there before him. He paid her no mind, deciding she was here to find information on something. That is why he was here to, and that is why they named this place the information center in the first place. He walked in and began looking through separate files, trying to find what he was sent here to look for.

[maeve]

Her eyes scanned over the pages quickly. Perhaps more quickly than they should have. Her being a quick reader was not her mutation, but that didn’t mean that it was a skill many possessed. As another being entered the room, her eyes quickly darted up and examined him before she returned to gaze to her notebook.

She flipped through the pages quickly and in a matter of moments, she was onto the pages of the other information gatherers. If she was correct, which she nearly always was, his name was Jason Code. She hadn’t done much studying on him, but she was certain that he had a mutation having to do with weapons. She couldn’t help but to smirk. Maeve loved overpowering people with weapons, even when she didn’t use her own mutation.

“Looking for anything interesting?” she questioned, not looking up from her notes. “Or is it against the rules for me to ask you that.”

[code]

"Why would it be against the rules to ask questions?"

He didn't understand why she would ask such a thing, but the tone in her voice had a hint of sarcasm. He flipped through the pages of what he needed, then folded everything up and put it away. He didn't know why, but for some reason his knowledge of Cain had caused him to end up being the mutant's "shadow" as it were. He had been given the assignment of keeping an eye on what Cain did, who he spoke to, and where he headed.

He saw no point to it but appearance the new president found Cain to be an interesting focus. To Jacob the man was just your average evil mutant who was out to conquer the world or any other plan that rarely worked. The only thing he knew Cain faced was the end of his own life, and though he brought it to Travis's attention, he was still sent on the assignment.

[maeve]

She smirked. “It wouldn’t be here, but it might be a little rule of yours. Sometimes people try to learn things that they don’t want anyone else to know about. I find it closed minded personally, but to each his own.”

Maeve bit her bottom lip and glanced up at him slyly.

“You’re Jason, aren’t you? I might be new, but I’m good at what I do.”

((Sorry, it’s short))

[code]

"I only find it helpful to talk about missions with people who are involved."

He was already getting bored with the conversation and was heading towards the door to prepare for his mission. When she spoke his name, he stopped and looked back to her, raising a brow when she said that she was good at what she did. His interest in people that worked in the facility were at the same level as his opinions on sharing information.

"Yes, and you're Meav if I'm not mistaken."

((that's ok, kinda short there to ::snuggles:: ))

[maeve]

She smirked. He clearly wasn't very fun. That ovbiously made they quite different.

"Yes, I am Maeve."

Maeve's eyes seemed to go blank as her mind linked with his. If he found it pointless to talk to her, she would change that. She enjoyed making people change their mind.

"And you really want to have a normal social interaction right now. You don't think talking to me would be pointless. You have a few moments to spare and talk for a moment."

She broke her eye contact and put her eyes back on her book. Her glamour probably wouldn't last long, considering the small amount of distance between them. If she touched him then it would have been much easier. However, her glamouring always worked, and he wouldn't remember a thing.

[code]

He could feel her entering his mind, and trying to manipulate his thoughts. For someone who liked to talk, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would just let people walk away. He turned and walked back to her, watching her as she sat down and not standing within arms reach of her.

"I will say you're persistent, but you can't manipulate the mind of someone who has trained his mind to not be affected by mental powers."

He didn't exactly train his mind, but the many martial arts schools he had been to had automatically trained him against any form of attack, including keeping his mind sharp and focused. He turned and headed back for the door, about to reach the doorknob when he stopped. Something inside him wanted to know more about her. What was it? Curiosity maybe?

"Why are you so interested in conversations?"

[maeve]

She smirked and looked at him.

"Well it got your attention didn't it? Trust me, if I got close enough you wouldn't stand a chance."

Maeve was more powerful at close range. If she were touching someone, even a powerful telepath or someone with a mental block, then she would easily have them under her influence. Influence was the only proper word she could think of for what she did.

"Are you kidding? No one here talks to me at all! I may be a book worm in every way, but I'm still a social butterfly and everyone here blows me off. Well, not that's not true. An idiot got mad at me for kicking a sack of flour and he called me a bitch. Other than that, nothing though."

[code]

"I wouldn't advise touching me. The last person that did that today ended up with a broken nose."

The "last person" being the man that tried to stop him on his way to see the new president. He stared at the as she spoke about nobody being social here. Of course they weren't social, at least he wasn't, the rest of them talked as much as they wanted to each other. He didn't talk much at all, nor did he smile or show emotion to anything. To him it was all about missions and what he had to do next. He wasn't a mercenary, though Moriss had recruited him on many assignments as such.

"Perhaps you should do the talking then."