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[primedirector]

[She taps her bottle against his with a little grin.]

I mean, I don't mind the hard work cleaning up the Oldest House, but it restructures itself at random. Gives us access to new rooms, takes away old ones. [She drapes an arm over the back of her chair.] Unfortunately, I learned here that I've got a couple of people here from the same world, and they confirmed the FBC didn't send back-up to a situation they had agents at. So. [She sucks a hiss in through her teeth.] It's not looking good.

[trustinthedevil]

You're the boss now, right? Once you get the whole Hiss situation cleaned up, you can clean up the processes of the personnel.

[ Doesn't that sound fun, Jesse? ]

Do you talk to them a lot, the people from your world?

[ Because Matt knows there are some here from his, actual Avengers even, but he doesn't really keep up with them. Maybe he should make an effort or something. ]

[primedirector]

Yeah, don't I know it. [She snorts, making a puff of air ring across the mouth of her beer.]


Oh, yeah, sure. Me, Saga and Alan get coffee like, every morning. Writer Alan, not like- the Barbie doll or the teenager.

[trustinthedevil]

[ That catches his interest. His head tilts a bit. ]

I know Alan. He's across the hall from me. I'm going to teach him how to throw a punch.

[ He's also Matt's only actual friend here, which is pretty par for the course. Matt's likeable but he doesn't really collect friends. ]

[primedirector]

[Huh. Good for him.]

I'm glad he's leaving his attic a bit. Being a hermit's a hard habit to break.

[trustinthedevil]

He shuffles over from time to time.

[ Or Matt shuffles over there. They both help each other be moderately more social. ]

I met Saga once, too, in the gym. Hard to forget that name.

[primedirector]

[The grin is audible in Jesse's voice.]

Saga's pretty cool, yeah. She's got some pretty cool tricks up her sleeve.

[trustinthedevil]

Yeah?

[ It makes Matt chuckle a bit, if not somewhat wryly. ]

Is that common where you're from or are you three the exceptions?

[primedirector]

Well, I'm director of an entire actual secret government agency devoted to making sure supernatural bullshit doesn't kill us all. And Alan's been on our radar for years thanks to the shit that happened in Bright Falls.

I don't actually know Saga's deal. [A shrug.] I think maybe she's just too cool to function on the same level of reality.

[trustinthedevil]

Considering everything you've told me so far about where you come from, I guess I'm not really surprised there'd be a reasonable number of people with something going on.

[ He gets now why she'd be pretty convinced there's something at least moderately not-normal about him. She's right. The barge doesn't really seem to deal in Average Joes. ]

It seems like where I'm from, new heroes are popping up every day, too. We've got a guy in Harlem who's bullet proof.

[primedirector]

[That gets a light snort.]

I'm definitely not bulletproof. My whole thing is... or like. Mostly my whole thing is telekinesis. Moving stuff with my mind. Thanks to some stuff I got my hands on over the last week, right now it's moving really big stuff, making shields and stuff.

[trustinthedevil]

A telekinetic shield is half way to bullet proof.

[ Telekinesis, also a new one for him. Jesse would fit right in on the streets of his New York. ]

And now I know who call if I need furniture moved.

[primedirector]

I can also throw people. [With an obvious grin in her voice.] In case anyone gives you a hard time. Not that you'd know it but I also have a kinda-sorta magic gun as well.

[trustinthedevil]

I can throw people, too. Technically.

[ Matt's going to grin right back. ]

No magic gun, though. Imagine my aim.

[primedirector]

[She raises an eyebrow he also can't see.]

You're a fighter?

[trustinthedevil]

It's a pastime. [ He adjusts his glasses, shrugging a little. ] My dad was a boxer.

[primedirector]

Were you... always blind? [Is she allowed to ask that?] Only because if you were, that just kind of sounds like child abuse.

[trustinthedevil]

[ He has to let out a slight laugh at that. ]

Dad would never raise a fist to anyone outside the ring. [ It gets a fond if not bittersweet sort of smile. ] I lost my sight when I was nine. Plenty of time to learn a thing or two.

[primedirector]

Wait, how old are you now?

[trustinthedevil]

Older than nine.

[primedirector]

[Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.]

You know I'm not a cop, right? I'm trying to get to know you.

[trustinthedevil]

For the best, cops and I don't always get along. I'm thirty-three.

[primedirector]

No shit. [Surprise, actually.] Sorry, that's- I thought you'd be way older, that's like. The only kind of lawyer I've seen. I'm twenty-eight.

[trustinthedevil]

Are you saying I look old?

[ He looks pretend-offended. He wouldn't be surprised, honestly, considering everything he's been through. That probably ages a person as much as he shitty sleep schedule and eating habits. ]

[primedirector]

I'm not not saying the glasses really do a good job hiding the bags under your eyes.

[Her dry tone is ruined by the way her smile is obviously infecting it.]