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Post by Franciska on Sept 23, 2012 23:30:05 GMT -6
"Hm." An intriguing offer. Fran often felt she wasn't as proficient with firearms as she should have been. She'd had some basic safety training; just enough so that she could handle most weapons without blowing her own face off. Of course, as a medic she was usually far too busy tending to her teammates to worry about attacking.
"Why not." Fran said with a satisfied nod.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 24, 2012 18:31:02 GMT -6
“It is a deal then.” He nodded, a bit satisfied with this decision. Zacharie had planned to ask this of her for quite some time. Why? Maybe because he was feeling nosy. Maybe he just wanted an excuse to pester her. Maybe because he didn’t want her to be able to hide anything from him.
Or maybe he was thinking too deep into his motivations.
Zacharie turned to the papers on his desk and gathered them up into a stack, he picked them up and straightened them a bit before placing them back down. “You can join Gordon and I on the shooting range sometime soon then.”
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Post by Franciska on Sept 24, 2012 19:26:52 GMT -6
"Sounds like...fun?" Fran couldn't envision this as much more than her making a fool of herself, but she had to admit she liked the idea of spending more time with Gordon and...well, Gordon. "So. Any words in particular you were hoping to learn first?" They had the time, why not start now?
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 24, 2012 19:36:03 GMT -6
“Hm.” He nodded a bit, tapped his chin. “I’m not certain to be honest, I only just know phrases. You know, such as, Var är tågstationen?” The spy’s horrible accent nearly mangled the sentence. Zacharie realized this and coughed. “It’s been a while.”
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Post by Franciska on Sept 24, 2012 20:28:53 GMT -6
For a long, horrible moment Fran was tempted to try and get him to say something like "Jag är Zacharie och jag är en snooty ryck i en dum kostym som inte kan hålla sig borta från andras affärer". No, better save that for when he does something the actually deserve it. "Well I bet we can work something out." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I've never tried teaching anyone a language before so I can't promise it'll be all that effective. But we have time I suppose."
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 24, 2012 21:00:12 GMT -6
“I’ll make a list of words and phrases, then. Truthfully the language teachers I’ve had in the past all had their own methods to teaching.” He pushed the papers aside on the desk, remembering fondly some of the more strict instructors from his University years. It was difficult to see at first, but that little bit of nostalgia caused him to smile more softly than his usual grin.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 24, 2012 21:58:13 GMT -6
"Sounds like a plan! Maybe somewhere in there I can finally get you to say my name correctly." Fran teased. Now that she thought about it, it was rare for them to have a conversation that was this causal. Usually they either spoke of work-related things or just stared at each other with the look that said they were both hiding things and they both knew it but neither of them would talk about it. Much as she liked to think of him as nothing but a conceited, selfish jerk, he really wasn't all that unpleasant to talk to.
Fran suddenly remembered something she'd been meaning to ask. "By the way, some cabinets in my office were opened recently and I was wondering if you'd seen anyone around there lately?" She said in an even voice, free from any accusatory tone. Truthfully, she was more concerned that someone in the base was hurt and wasn't telling her about it. That would explain why they were rooting around through the cabinet with all her spare bandages. She figured if anyone around here would be the first to notice something out of the ordinary, It's be Zacharie.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 24, 2012 22:41:55 GMT -6
“I could say the same for you.” He retorted, wagging his finger. Interacting with Fran was sort of like a weird see-saw. They had those moments of tension and hate while around others, but when alone things would dissolve into casual chatting. Zacharie would even dare to say that he enjoyed these rare little talks.
“Ah.” His heart skipped a beat, but his face remained still. “No. I’m afraid I haven’t seen anyone up there lately, no.” How long ago was that anyway? Don’t let your mind wander, it will show on your face if you do. Think about something else. “That’s strange.” He noted nonchalantly. He then stood up from his chair and picked up his coat from the chair’s back.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 26, 2012 8:10:30 GMT -6
"Well I can't say it's never happened before. That's why I usually keep those doors locked. I must have forgot." Fran said with an annoyed sigh. Much as she would have love to suspect him, She really had no reason to. Then again, injuring himself and opting to steal bandages over telling her about it and accepting her help sounded like something the spy might actually do. Well if he's too stubborn to ask for help, let him bleed then. "You going somewhere?" She asked when he stood up from his chair.
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 26, 2012 18:44:18 GMT -6
"Yes, I'm.." He paused, he got up out of nervousness and actually hadn't planned that far ahead. "Going to get some coffee. I'll brew a pot if you want some?" Zacharie pulled his coat on, buttoning it up nimbly.
His nervous feelings didn't come so much from the fear of being caught, but the excitement of it all. Keeping such a big secret, lying to someone's face. What a thrill. A terrible, awful thrill that he was possibly addicted to even.
"I'm done here, really." He gestured to the papers.
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Post by Franciska on Sept 26, 2012 20:12:24 GMT -6
"Thanks, but I've probably had enough for today. I think I'll just head back to my office for the night." Remembering to set the paper with the others, she began towards the bedroom door. She stopped for a moment and considered asking him is everything was okay one more time just to make sure. Then again, if he didn't want to tell her she'd never get a straight answer out of him anyway. "Good night." The medic said before retuning to her office downstairs.
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