Night 46: Main Hallway, 1-West

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Beatrix had walked this path to the Sun Room so many times, she could do it in complete darkness. Which was exactly what she was doing. Knowing the way, there was little need for light as it would only draw creatures and other unwanted attention. Silently counting her steps, at the right number, the assassin headed left and down the hallway.

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[sixtyeighth.livejournal.com]

"Morgan? Giovanni." He almost held out a hand to shake, but decided against it. Such gestures seemed to be largely unnecessary here - and besides, all three of them had their hands full. Instead, he settled for a slight tilt of his head, just as he had given Teresa.

"I'm not any more familiar with the History Club than you are. My companion for the night," he said, motioning towards Teresa, "is much more eligible to answer questions."

Even if having Mello as an ally would clearly be an advantage, Giovanni was wary; he didn't want to give any information about their assignments away until he was sure that Mello had no ill intent - or rather, no ill intent towards the organization that could be helping Giovanni. Teresa would know more about what information to give out, and what to keep secret, and so he decided to let her give an introduction to Mello.

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

Teresa did indeed recognize the name from the board posts.

"If you are interested in working with the History Club, you had the opportunity to lend your aid to Homura when he asked if there were interested parties. You chose not to," she replied. "What makes you change your mind now?"

Her lips curled up in the faintest of smiles. "This is nothing more than simple supply acquisition."

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

Mello gave Giovanni a brief, but polite, nod before turning his attention to Teresa.

"I'll collaborate. I won't take orders. Especially not from someone I haven't met." He did intend to speak to Homura if and when the opportunity presented itself. A chance to see what the History Club actually did before then was simply serendipitous. He decided to let the implication that he was only up for kid stuff--if that was indeed the woman's intent--slide this time, and shrugged. "I'm out for supply reclamation myself. We might as well stick together."

The History Club had information he wanted, their goals seemed to dovetail nicely with his own, and he'd made himself indispensable to tougher crowds. With any luck, this group would be smarter than Rod and his gang.

[sixtyeighth.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Giovanni bristled as Mello spoke. Acting as a free agent? It reminded him too much of Haine - and if Mello was anything like Haine, he couldn't be trusted to do his part. It was too early, though, to make any harsh judgments. Mello had plenty of time to prove himself.

Before speaking, he turned his head and scanned the hallways around them, already beginning to make a mental map of where they needed to go. Even if it didn't sound like a challenging task, Giovanni couldn't wait to get his hands on something dangerous.

"Then shall we set out for the night?"

[number1smiley.livejournal.com]

Teresa was silent for a moment, her silver eyes focused on Morgan. So, he didn't take orders from someone he hasn't met? She could identify with that, but the tone he used suggested that he was resistant to the idea of orders at all. A petty little human, playing petty little power games. So be it.

"If that is your wish," she replied, turning away from both men to enter the stairwell. "Try not to get eaten along the way."

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