Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
Nice. I can't wait to tell my brother a woman called me nice. [Archie stood up and he was wearing his white lab coat (a formality that wasn't needed for someone who worked alone) that had a few unexplained stains that almost looked like blood, if blood happened to be green. He took his glasses off and reached into his pocket for something to clean them with. He was a tall man, blonde and no one would have guessed that his ancestors were once Jews escaping the threat of Nazis. If anything, he looked like he could pass off as part of the superior race and that was exactly what his father had hoped for.
He put his glasses back on, cracked his neck and walked around to sit on the edge of his desk and watch her at the other side of the room. The statue the energy crackled around was terrifying like a gargoyle that had been plucked off the side of a church. Snarling, like the rabbits he saw earlier.] It consumes. [He said about the sparks of red and yawned into the back of his hand.] The first. Archibald was a name my parents gave me to impress the elite. I'm not fond of it, either. Archie is fine. Bald is not. [His lips stretched into a smug smile as if he thought he was quite funny.]
What are you doing here? Friend of Nero? He's not around. [Archie shrugged and looked around the room as if to prove his brother wasn't hiding anywhere.]