Seething Hate [Any]

[Nessarose Allens]

Anyone walking into the room at this unfortunate second would notice a taint of uneasy tension in the atmosphere. It was like both of these persons were trying their utmost to create a civil atmosphere and by doing this; they were only making it worse. Nessa would normally not try quite so hard to set things right or to at least play the happy comrade, however she knew she was in the wrong here, she knew she should have been at her post when he radioed. Apparently, coffee wasn't a good enough excuse in his book. She resisted the urge to shrug, if he wanted to challange her to a silent duel then she would comply happily.

Oh, she had to try hard to resist the laughter threatning her. Even their attempts at jokes fell short, they were more alike than either of them would ever like to admit for to do so would be to acknowledge from acceptable traits in the other. How could they do such a thing? Once she'd been told that people would like her more if she made more of an effort to not only be nice to people but compliment them and laugh with them. Nessa had scoffed in that persons face, she would not change, not unless she desired to and she would not do so just so people would like her. Nessa was unlike other women, she knew this and she didn't care, she didn't function on constant attention. In fact, she functioned better without it.

"I think Atrum's still getting her feet. I haven't seen many people around," she trailed off here, not bothering to point out the fact that she had just been called out on not being where she was supposed to be. Nessa was rummaging in her pockets for her lighter and cigarettes when he spoke, gesturing to the screen. She glanced up at him, then flicked her gaze to the screen and then to him again. With a shrug she lit the cigarette, holding it between her lips before lighting it. It was homemade, and guarenteed it was not tobacco inside; but few cared what she did. "Sure, hold on." It took her a couple of seconds to print it, before she gestured toward the printer.

[Liam Langly]

The awkward tension, was something that Liam was used to, he tended to make people uncomfortable, normally he ignored it, just because it was second nature to him. This moment right here, he would ignore this too.

He made a strange noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a 'hurm' and a chortle, then fidgeted with his glasses, really Liam wasn't too sure what Nessarose was waiting for. For a moment he thought the woman was going to stab him with something, he marked this down as definitely, the first time a woman had ever turned his own strangeness against him...by being nearly as weird as he was.

The assassin could respect that, albeit begrudgingly.

"I think Atrum's still getting her feet. I haven't seen many people around."

"It will...or it won't." There was a flippancy to Liam's attitude has he responded with a shrug, it really didn't make any difference to him, with or without the group, he'd still keep doing what he was doing. He watched as the hacker grabbed a rollie and then smirked ever so slightly, thinking to himself. 'Grabbed a coffee my ass.' But fortunately he didn't say anything, just a silent consideration of what she was doing. Dulling the nerves, impeding the reflexes...for him, a death sentence, for her...some sort of salve for a rocky past. "Thanks, I suppose now we have our first real target if anyone else shows up..."

[Nessarose Allens]

There was a feeling of relief that came with the spliff, an absurd feeling that perhaps somewhere, it was all going to be alright. The thought alone would have made her scoff had she not ben in company, and even then a smirk twisted upon her lips. 'Alright' was not usually a word she associated with the potential outcome of any situation. But, the idea was the same. Perhaps what she did to herself was not the healthiest option in the world both to her mental and her physical health. Everybody needed someone or something to keep them going when everything seemed inclined to fall over before them. Nes didn't want someone, she didn't need someone. And so, she settled for the next best thing. Something. It was easier and it was less hassel to be reliant on an easily gained substance rather than another person. The substance was available 24/7, if you knew where to look. Nes was one who did know where to look.

Again she shrugged, this alone showing her agreeance with his words. Yes, it was true that there was a possibility Atrum would not get off its feet, but as far as anyone was aware they were the first organisation of its kind. There was alot of dissatisfaction with the government and there werre alot of people who would turn to a new solution if it was given to them. They just had to be made aware of it. As soon as the Ppublic Relations head began organising protests and whatnot, members would slowly come trickling in. Until such a time, they had to recruit, very carefully.

"I'll let you know, and i'll hit the system with the message to other assasains. Letting 'em know." There was no doubt that Nes was good at her job when she actually knuckled down and did it. If she wasn't then it defeated the purpose of being the Head of her Department, she may as well have been some other mediocre hacker. "How's the head?" A wayward smirk played on her lips as she redirected the question toward his injury.

[Liam Langly]

Perhaps Nessarose had her own reasons to be concerned that Liam was still angry at her, he might have been, but his displeasure of peoples' incompetence stopped when they had the right mind to fess up to their wrong doings. Hell, in a backwards way, the woman had even tried to apologize for it. Which was, good enough for him...he had his grudges towards individuals, and even a couple of races, but he had no room for any others. So he allowed it to roll off his back...

Besides she seemed nice enough, and managed to find the information he was looking for. And had even given him some leads that he hadn't had before. Liam adjusted his glasses a bit and then sighed, shaking his head a bit in what almost looked like defeat, it appeared that he would keep being civil to the informant, even if that meant that his antisocial nature would no doubt be irked.

"I'll let you know, and I'll hit the system with the message to other assassins. Letting 'em know."

"Its appreciated," Liam said with a curt nod. "I mean honestly, they can't keep hiding forever...right?" he smirked a little, he wasn't too excited actually to meet other assassins, he was just a bit too particular to work with others, even if it would be advantageous. He was alright with support, but like hell if he'd compromise.

"How's the head?"

That had confused him quite a bit, his hand slowly touching the stitches that he had put there, he wasn't too sure on how to respond to that, no one really asked him about his status, he was just used to being a killing machine. "Oh...I'll, I'll live, might leave a scar, but...in light of everything else, not really that daunting."

Hell, it already looked like he had been sewn together wrong.

[Nessarose Allens]

The non-chalance in her movements and posture would no doubt have irritated anybody else, in this job one was supposed to be on edge and paranoid. Was it good to have their chief hacker so indifferent to what was going on? Nes believed it was, afterall: how could she be expected to act under pressure? Such a desire was a ridiculous notion. Once Atrum had more members then she imagined she would get a lot more snappish when she was trying to train them up to a standard where no 'fingerprints' would be left behind. A single mark was all it took for their whole organization to come crashing down around their heads, Nes was not going to let that happen on her watch.

Fighting the urge to smirk, Nes merely surveyed as he touched a hand to the stitches in his head. Personally, Nes had always been unable to stitch herself up, someone else always had to do it. So, she had to admit that she was a little impressed in his ability to do it himself.

Oh...I'll, I'll live, might leave a scar, but...in light of everything else, not really that daunting.

In response to this Nes allowed a curt nod, she took the last drag of her cigarette before snuffing it out on the table top. Honestly, she didn't really care if it left a mark and she dared Liam to think otherwise. After all, he had just turned the room upside down in a fit of rage. "Well, when you need those taken out," at this point she gestured vaguely to the stitches in his forehead. "I'll offer up my wonderous services. Nes laughed, she was no paramedic, but it was vital in this job to know the basics in first aid and medicine and until they actually got a trained medic in Atrum; she was as good as he was going to get.