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A Note Or Two

[sometime in the night, two notes will be found under very specific doors]

Espio lad,
Come and talk with me.
-Thatch

My sweetest lady Grell,
I beg your forgiveness for my borish behavior and general bad attitude regarding your lovely person. Please allow me to have but a moment of your kind indulgence at your earliest convenience. I swear that I shall make it up to you in spades.
Forever Yours,
Thatch

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[She doesn't blame him.]

I'm a computer science specialist, and thus, wish to keep my skills sharp. I've not worked on broadcast signals just yet, but I've been reading a bit about how they function, and ways to receive their data.

Did Marco tell you of how, right after our wedding, I helped repair every single laptop in Garden? It lasted a week.

Really?

[color him intrigued. He's mentally readjusting Grell's spot in the roster. Melee, yes, but also technology which he doesn't know beyond message boards. Espionage and sensitive information for the trading, or perhaps asking one day. Besides the fact that so many of these places operate on technology. Control the technology and control everything]

Would you be interested if I rustled up a project or two for you?

I guess that's a no. [Marco is slipping. Or just hasn't had the time to talk about it all.]

Hmm? A project?

[there is a lot to Grell to talk about and as of late, Thatch hasn't been up to hearing about it]

I don't know of what nature yet-- but something to do with technology and perhaps security. [what can she do? How far can she push? How far will she push? He wants to see every ounce of her ability]

The repairs I've done were due to a breach in our system. Specifically, a sort of bug implanted into the laptops we received. With Balamb being so behind in technology at the time, I'm not surprised the bug was overlooked. I am disappointed it was, however. No one seems to have thought outside the box and scanned them anyway.

Security isn't a problem for me. The real problem would be closing off backdoors quickly.

[he's not entirely sure what backdoors are--but he'll entrust Grell to know what they are and how to go around them. She was certainly an intriguing woman. Abrasive at times, yet passionate and her intelligence more than anything piqued him.]

Noted.

[he finally cuts into his own slice of cake, appreciating the taste of something that had come out well in his opinion and then glances up at her]

Tell me, sweet Grell, do you have any particular ambition?

[She thought he would never eat his own creation, which would give way to caution. Hey, it could have been poisoned, but now she sees that it isn't.

His question turned many gears in her head. As she ponders, she runs a finger over the rim of the wine glass.]

I've managed to achieve most of my ambitions. Find love, start a family, find a path in life that I actually enjoy... [She sighs before continuing.] Perhaps there is one unfulfilled ambition...

[She looks up to Thatch, grinning sharply, almost manaiacly.]

I want to paint the town crimson, running as rampant as my enemies, all the while being serenaded by the symphonic echoes of terror that I have construed. [She closes her eyes, sitting up properly then shrugging.] It isn't often I get to have a bit of a stretch.

[Grell opens her eyes again, looking to Thatch with a more...sane, look.]

There is much doubt of that happening, of course.

[it does give him a bit of a pause, but not much of one as he continues eating. Yes. Grell was crazy. But perfect for melee combat. A spark of absolute insanity did give a group a considerable advantage so long as she kept in mind who her enemies were. But that was Marco's job, he supposes.]

I prefer to give them a slow lingering death myself, but you're an energetic woman, sweet Grell. I'm sure you give Monsieur Pineapple quite the workout.

[She knows who her enemies are, but if anyone ticks her off, then that isn't her fault when she tries to kill them.]

I'd go slowly, but only if I have a captive audience. [All the good toys would run away if she spent too much time on one.] He does, yes.

You're not jealous, are you~?

Jealous? Not a whit. I'm glad he's found someone who can keep up with him.

[he'd never had much of anyone back in the day.Well and he was too busy to look...and even if he'd had the time--Marco being Marco made things...difficult]

How did you two meet anyway? What was the first spark of attraction?

Well, it all started way back when, during a time when the world seemed to be crumbling all around me. His warmth encircled me and kept me safe. [Grell took up her wine glass and holds it up to her lips.] How could I resist that? [She took a sip.] He's still just as charming!

[Really, it had been a hard time for her, and to have Marco there helped immensely.]

Aye... he does that. [it had been much the same for him] He was my first true friend and that's something I'll never forget.

[alone in the hold, scared as hell, cuddling that phoenix for all he was worth to take the edge of loneliness off]

All the good parts that are in me are because of him.

[She's glad to hear that, and it shows as Grell smiles warmly at the thought of Marco.] He has that knack of worming his way inside and burrowing deep, doesn't he?

Aye he does that.

[when he wants to. Not always and it had taken some time to get him to even think in that direction at all. He wonders how much Grell has influenced him? Or maybe how much he has to her. He doesn't know her enough to tell yet but it's definitely something he'll have to keep an eye on]

Well this has been fun, sweet lady. We should do it more often.

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/searches the depths of LJ for this...

well worth the search! /still reading

yeah, we broke the page and went on forever...

ilu guys