Post by Prospero on May 31, 2022 11:49:15 GMT
One of the agent's eyebrows piqued ever so slightly like tons of stone suddeny rising to change the stern expression of the moʻai monoliths on Easter Island. It did, in fact, appear that one of his younger female colleagues was actually talking to... anything, really. Her name was Lillian. The operatives he was used to leaned towards more externalized abnormalities due to the nature of their work. Forward operatives. Frankensteins, some called them behind their backs. She was very much unlike that. For one less privy to the stranger side of the world it would be easy to dismiss her as mentally disturbed.
"Ah, yees.", Rasputin pouted and then chimed up. "Beach." Frankly the word left his lips sounding like an expletive. "My talents are good vhere there is fyzikal altercation...eh...'fisting cuffs', as you say." At least one person in the history of the world had to have said that before in the past. Shame they probably weren't sitting at this table. He clenched his fists, leaned back a bit and shook both of them in mid air for emphasis.
"Violence.", he also somewhat roared, faintly and matter-of-factly, from the back of his throat after he said that and then lowered his hands back on the counter. Rasputin of course meant to say that he would be more useful investigating where the anomalies had already occured, rather than where they originated from. Violence spoke to him.
Finally, he turned and opened his chest to the others; one hand on the back of box seat and the other rising with palm to the ceiling. A confused shrug followed, eyes looking for affirmation from his colleagues. He hoped he was being understood. "Field work?"
"Ah, yees.", Rasputin pouted and then chimed up. "Beach." Frankly the word left his lips sounding like an expletive. "My talents are good vhere there is fyzikal altercation...eh...'fisting cuffs', as you say." At least one person in the history of the world had to have said that before in the past. Shame they probably weren't sitting at this table. He clenched his fists, leaned back a bit and shook both of them in mid air for emphasis.
"Violence.", he also somewhat roared, faintly and matter-of-factly, from the back of his throat after he said that and then lowered his hands back on the counter. Rasputin of course meant to say that he would be more useful investigating where the anomalies had already occured, rather than where they originated from. Violence spoke to him.
Finally, he turned and opened his chest to the others; one hand on the back of box seat and the other rising with palm to the ceiling. A confused shrug followed, eyes looking for affirmation from his colleagues. He hoped he was being understood. "Field work?"