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[hellofist]

I need the CTS. Need a Warden... to let me in. Whoever is closest.

[She knows she could ask anyone specifically, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to ask for anything at all, but for some reason doing it like this seems less... intrusive? She isn't sure.]

And if someone can, every morning? Would be... helpful.

That's all.

[And she clicks off, abrupt, no thank yous. Whoever shows up she'll thank, but what's the point of saying it into the ether?]

[Private to Zane]

Cassel said to... talk to you. So... hi.

[Who is the best at meeting new people? This gal right here.]


(ooc: come at me with your alternate timelines, anyone who wants to let her in can do so!!)

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[surfaceshine]

Whoever makes me.

[He shrugs, an oversimplified truth, because Dean isn't afraid to start fights but that doesn't mean he's interested in doing so at the drop of a hat. He will finish them every time, though, and despite his abysmal track record overall, well. He's still standing, more or less.

For whatever that's worth.

He isn't afraid of her telling anyone, so he doesn't try to bargain for that, only tilts his head to see through the door. He frowns with concentration, glancing over at her decree - less of an invitation, really, but enough of one.

He's too restless to wait. There's not enough for him to do here, not as much as he's accustomed to having to do in a day, and it was nice at first but now it's maddening. The CTS is an unknown. He's not afraid of the unknown.

He steps to meet it, following her in.]

I don't know what this is.

[hellofist]

[So maybe she'll do something about it, but her pool of people here is a small one. He's more likely to hit someone she doesn't care about, so it isn't something she worries over now. She's too distracted to care too much right now.]

It's for fighting. It doesn't break, no matter... how hard you fight. You've seen the CES?

[surfaceshine]

So that's why you wanted in.

[The hunter steps through after her and everything about him changes, a decided but still subtle shift ever so slightly to one side of himself: wary in a confident way now, ready for a fight he knows is coming rather than one that may or may not; accepting of being at the bottom of the food chain, ready to use that to his advantage however he can; dangerous.

He nods.] I've seen the CES.