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The coast was clear; any passersby wouldn’t consider the both of them to be anyone suspicious. They wouldn’t care, as usual. Aeolus scoffed at his own thoughts as he took Siarnaq’s word, but with a grain of salt. Surely the ninja hadn’t had anything in store for him, right? That’d have to be absurd, for Siarnaq to have made himself scarce only to show up now, and for what? Kidnap him? Murder him?

Of course, their meeting would have to be a coincidence. After all, what are the odds of Siarnaq being hired by his own elder sister, of all people? It’s all just one big coincidence, right? Feeling suspicious with his paranoia seeping into his mind, Aeolus glanced sideways at the ninja, silently studying him.

While they have been paired together during the Game of Destiny, Aeolus had found Siarnaq to be tolerable at most, mainly because the ninja didn’t speak unless necessary, and even then, his words were short and precise. Just the way the boy wanted it. But, other than that, Aeolus knew practically nothing about him. Would Siarnaq turn against him on his own will? But, what if the ninja was tasked to…?

Aeolus pulled his bicycle into a stop, turning his head towards Siarnaq’s direction with a narrowed, puzzled frown. Siarnaq’s intentions were unclear, yes, and Aeolus wanted to know what he was really up to. But, true to the ninja’s straight-forward nature, the boy was given a blunt question. Very blunt. It was so blunt that even Aeolus was stunned for a good long minute.

Did Siarnaq just ask if they should keep in contact with or cut ties from each other? Aeolus’ mind had finally processed the query, and it had made him stare as the boy was forced to stand in front of two branching paths. Now he’d realized that he wasn’t prepared to make this decision so soon! “I…” Aeolus found himself saying, and with much hesitation. How should he answer?

As if Siarnaq had plans to go out of his way to hurt his last partner in a long time. This, if he laughed at jokes, would be considerably humorous. Aeolus was one of the few people he considered were likely living up to Siarnaq’s own ideals, besides the councilwoman now and maybe his colleagues of the underground network. Most of them, anyway.

No, the only people he had plans for that sort of hunting Aeolus feared of had succeeded in eluding him for all this time after and before Ouruborus fell. While he was still trying to find them, it seemed growingly less plausible that his old goals would ever be completed. Unfortunate, but he would simply move on to his own ideal that he’d taken on so strongly in the Game; one that to this day, he had not really discussed. Mostly because his version of justice was not one that many people likely agreed with.

That green bike slowed to a stop, and he watched as the human turned to face him in his wary intent. His own narrow gaze was met with a similar one, and it was that moment that any uncertainty he might have had disappeared. This was who Aeolus was, truly; all the politeness with his sister early on had been a farce compared to now. Perfect. Just as Siarnaq knew the human could do, he was scrutinizing him, studying for ulterior motives. Except Aeolus wasn’t going to find any. Just a cold stare reflecting back at him, empty and waiting for answers.

It seemed to take Aeolus a good bit of time to understand the severity of his query, but that was to be expected. Siarnaq wasn’t surprised by the great hesitation either. What with how the human acted earlier, one might have thought off the bat that he wanted nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t necessarily true. And that was why he simply had to ask.

Siarnaq didn’t have anything to say in the human’s silence. In the past, when Aeolus had to think, he let him think. So the two of them stood there a moment in the middle of the sidewalk without saying a word. After a beat, he averted his gaze away from him in order to take some pressure off. Another Aeolus-taught tactic, he recalled. For now, he was being ‘polite’; he could wait however long it took.

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Siarnaq saw the human looking around in a way he’d seen before. It was the same look he’d seen before they had discussed anything during the Game. Privacy away from the Megamen was what this meant. That had been the last time they’d seen each other, so of course it was on the mind. “IT IS JUST ME, I ASSURE YOU,” the ninja told him. Of course, he knew where one of them was. Just not the younger. But Thetis of all people had no business in this district, and was more likely elsewhere. The probability was high enough to make that assumption safely.

Annoying. This behaviour was annoying, but it was so characteristic of Aeolus when he did not want to discuss something. In the past, Siarnaq had been fine to accept such things. But when his new objective was to re-establish connection... This would not do. He would need to be aggressive.

Talking was not so much what he wanted... He wanted information, and much of it. This was the last person he even considered to view as acceptable company... He could not afford to let Aeolus escape his grasp so easily. 

He kept up with the bike, his eyes narrowing in the same old way he did when he disapproved. “AEOLUS. PERHAPS MY INTENTIONS WERE UNCLEAR.” He said clearly, his attempt at masking his voice to be gentle and human-like failing him for a short moment. “I WILL DEPART AT YOUR COMMAND ONCE AN INPUT IS RECEIVED; I HAVE A NEW QUERY.” Siarnaq let himself pause here, wanting to allow the human a chance to give him his attention. He regained his shifted tone, sounding as coldly human as he was able. “WHAT IS PREFERABLE? COMMUNICATION BETWEEN US OR A CEASE IN RELATIONS? HONESTY IS IDEAL.”

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The ninja did not care much for the bike; if it worked to the purpose of its design, it was an acceptable vehicle.

The boy was waving off his improper line of speech like it were ants falling into a river. Insignificant. Good. His request for forgiveness was successful. With his scarf off his mouth, would Aeolus spot the twitch on his lips? Was it for a frown or for a smirk? While it was the latter, it was hard to tell with him. It was not every day one saw his mouth like this!

Siarnaq nodded once. It was indeed a surprise to see him in his client’s business office. Yes, the similarities were stunning, but it had not been until his partner of the past stepped in and the words of the woman that he let himself accept that his client had been related to him. He tilted his head a tad at this answer, as if unsure, but let it go. One could count the mood as well, but it seemed he was growing less agitated, so it proved preferable.

But what was he doing here? He glanced once away from the boy, then spoke in a low volume. “COUNCILWOMAN HARPER HIRED MY SERVICES. ADDITIONAL DETAILS CANNOT BE DISCLOSED.” He blinked. This woman was his sister. But she was also a member of the high council. It mattered not that they were related. He could disclose no more.

Siarnaq looked at the bike, then back to Aeolus. “WOULD IT NOT BE MORE EFFICIENT TO WALK AND CONVERSE?” He asked. The boy had said he had important business to attend to! Allegedly.

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He followed suit in silence as they went to the parking lot and to this line of bikes. Which one was Aeolus’? When they stopped at the granny bike, Siarnaq had no comment. Well. It was green. Perhaps that was enough for the boy to find it suitable? He knew little of bike efficiency by model. He did not own a bike of this type.

The ninja was indeed not the talkative type, but hey, neither was Aeolus. But when pressed for time, he could speak. But the boy was in a bad mood. Survived because he can? This volatile behavior was strange. Normally he was clear and concise with his queries. Siarnaq rose an eyebrow, but soon bowed his head. “FORGIVE ME. MY SELECTION OF QUESTIONS WAS INAPPROPRIATE.” Perhaps inquiring on survival immediately was improper. Not to mention... Somewhat accusing him of lotus bun work. That might have displeased the human. He shouldn’t have made the correlation in the first place; it was unprofessional!

He stayed quiet a moment, his lips pressed together. Siarnaq let him take this bite and a breather before he spoke up again. “...IS YOUR STATUS WELL?” Are you okay?

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Siarnaq had been waiting quietly, surprised to hear only muffled speech through the mahogany doors. They were a lot thicker than he had estimated... The woman had a rather sound proofed front, it seemed. Well, that would prove beneficial for her... He had no hopes for the case beyond his own mission, but it would be pleasurable to see this criminal he aided in incriminating punished for his misdeeds. And to repent... His eyes snapped opened as the door cracked open, his thought interrupted.

He followed suit, keeping pace with the boy. To the reception, maybe it looked like they were together. While first thought might make that seem unfavourable, it was quite the opposite. If they thought him a friend of the Harper family, perhaps future missions would be easier. He could possibly get into the city hall without a letter... Possibly. It was a stretch. But if he had to do work in city hall without Harper’s request... It would help.

Make it quick, his partner ordered, but Siarnaq had a whole line of inquiries he wished to go through with. Irritation. Once away from reception, he spoke. “YOU,” he started, but then paused. This was not the correct line he wanted to go down. You are fine, but of course Aeolus was. Obvious facts, right in front of him. Once more. “YOU SURVIVED. HOW?” He had thought the humans to have the smallest chance of surviving, even if there was a decent chance. Another question. “WHAT BUSINESS HAS YOU SO CONSUMED?” He knew Aeolus was in a school outfit. It was hard not to see. “...LOTUS BUNS?” Did he make food now? Was that his line of work?

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Unfortunately, the woman said. But for him, this was nothing but fortunate. He slowly nodded his head just once. “UNDERSTOOD.” He could accept these terms, confident she would hold up her end of the deal. If not... He’d be back.

...Why did he hesitate? Looking at these buns had him in a stare until he averted his gaze. No.  “I HAVE TO DECLINE. MY APOLOGIES.” He couldn’t take food from clients. Protocol told him not to, as sabotage was possible at every corner, even with seemingly complacent clients. Instead, he gave a small bow out of respect. “I WILL TAKE MY LEAVE NOW. GOOD DAY.” He took another glance at Aeolus as he made his way for the door. He closed it gently, but waited outside. Siarnaq wanted to have a word with Aeolus.

...What is it you’re going to ask him? Model P wanted to know. But he said nothing in reply, merely crossing his arms and leaning a bit back against the wall. Reestablish contact. Update motives, ideals, objectives; what would be beneficial for his network? And how was the health and wellness of closest person he knew? How to ask, or even get him to speak. He wondered these pursuits quietly, biding his time.

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Model P should have bothered him about this. Siarnaq was annoyed by his decision, but Model P voiced now that he did not want to distract him until business was settled. Why would it be a distraction? Most of this was him waiting on the woman. Inefficient biometal...! Especially due to the known fact that Model P would have been able to identify exactly which live metal was approaching. He could have known. Siarnaq could have cut things short. But it mattered very little in this moment, with both of them debating now if it would be wise to pursue contact with the boy or not. Siarnaq’s pros outweighed the cons of doing so, but the cons just added up when the councilwoman asked of their knowing each other. Wasn’t that considered to be classified information?

It appeared Aeolus wasn’t handling his presence as eloquently as he probably would have desired. That stutter... Siarnaq gave him a look with his eyes, away from the woman’s gaze. Disapproval. He kept quiet though, staring at the boy as he walked past him, denying their affiliations instead to speak a shotty announcement of his delivery. Was it necessary? She likely placed the order herself, having acted more than ready upon his arrival for...food. The table had been cleared, and it was now he understood why. She knew he was coming.

It was then he decided he’d follow him out for questioning. If he could manage it. His business with the councilwoman was not done, and-he ceased his thought. Did the woman just confirm they were siblings? She did. He looked at them both once more. Yes, he did see the clear resemblance. Having this confirmed just made more questions pop up. For the extent of their entire partnership, he had the impression the boy had no family. What did this mean?

His past partner was not taking this strange, more affectionate manner of the councilwoman’s very well. It was surprising to see him like this, out of armour and as irritated as he could be in it when facing Megaman Model A. Then again, seeing him outside of the Game was strange by itself. He knew nothing of him outside it. But this was going to delay him, this food delivery. People liked to eat things right away, when they were hot. He decided to speak up about it. Putting a hand behind his back and one at his core, he asked her quietly. “SHOULD WE CONTINUE AT ANOTHER TIME?” They could easily finish this on the encrypted line the underground offered patrons at a later time. Besides, not only would she be able to eat... He could follow Aeolus out. Mutually beneficial.

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He stayed quiet as she spoke of the despicable nature of their target. ...Who was the last person to say cretin in front of him? Why, none other than his old partner. No, his thoughts were lingering! But the similarities were there... Perhaps the statistics of their relation were not as unreasonable as he thought? The data to prove such a hypothesis was still rather miniscule, however. Besides, it was better to disregard deductions that could not be confirmed...

It was good that the councilwoman knew her place. She, the client, had no need to know how he accomplished his tasks. He simply took the compliment with a nod, and waited for business. Then they were interrupted. But that voice...! He deliberately turned to look straight at the door. What were the calculated odds...? The door opened, and Siarnaq was suddenly met by the one behind it. A young boy of mint hair and red eyes, carrying an offering for... He could see the resemblance now. It was no wonder he had thought of him in talking to her.

“...GREETINGS.” The agent told him in his surprise, but in his quiet voice, it was easily masked. Why? He squinted a little for a second or two. Why was Aeolus here? Delivering his...sister? Food, it appeared. That the most logical answer he could deduce from the visible data before him. Siarnaq looked to the councilwoman, then back to him. There was now a very low probably that they were unrelated...! He bowed a tad, but immediately locked his eyes. Exactly how long had it been since they’d seen each other last? The time between now and falling...to what was supposed to be their deaths.

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Surprisingly, Siarnaq’s lips twitched. What was that? It wasn’t a smile, certainly not. Though maybe it appeared as if it was  one, for a second. He ignored this clapping otherwise and moved on to handle the actual matters of his client.

He looked up when she dismissed herself, watching her face change for a few seconds. It was as if she thought of something? But it seemed she let it go, so he did too. When complimented on his choice of password, Siarnaq spoke quieter again. “IT IS A VERY... HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT SELECTION.” He approved of its ability to keep the data safe anyway, and that was what mattered most. 

For now, he’d allow the councilwoman analyse the data. Siarnaq wouldn’t sit though; he merely stood straight nearby the desk, hands behind his back, facing a bit off from her direction. Aeolus had taught him it was rude to stare... And that people did not like it. So he persevered to avoid doing so to his clients. But why was he thinking of him? He was irrelevant to the situation... Instead, he observed more of the office, biding his time.

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Of course he did his task with the utmost perfection and then some, he would add if his speech were more casual. Siarnaq took his jobs very seriously. He had been in this business since he was young, and knew standard procedure and whatnot well. This criminal had a lot of dirt about him, and it went deeper than just this embezzlement scheme she accused him of. There would be no denying the amount of proof that there was against him once they brought him to court with this data in his bag. Frankly, he considered death an appropriate punishment, but the system didn’t seem to appreciate that very much. Suffering with punishments was evidently the superior choice.

Siarnaq watched her carefully as she gave her line. Indeed was this his client, and he, her servant today. This was his cue. The reploid lowered his tone and spoke, “RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.” And then he stepped forward to her desk, opening his bag to pull out the two data pads he’d loaded up with the stolen information. His voice was rather quiet now to avoid the attention of anyone passing by. If all went well, that would be no one. 

“I FOUND MORE THAN YOUR SUSPICIONS, MA’AM.” He offered her the first one. “HOWEVER, THIS SHOULD BE SUFFICIENT TO INCRIMINATE HIM. THE LATTER IS...ADDITIONAL CRIMES.” The agent set the second down too on the desk and paused again. “THE PASSWORD FOR THESE IS...” Siarnaq slowly lettered it out so he would not have to repeat himself. “...S C E L U S. SCELUS. DO NOT FORGET IT.” It was crime in the oldest language available. Now... To give her time to analyse the data. He was not leaving yet, anyway.

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Siarnaq paused for second before moving his hand to the knob. That tone sounded almost reminiscent to someone he knew, but the specific person escaped him. Well, it was irrelevant. The mission preceded all side interests, so he pressed forward and entered, bowing his head very slightly towards the woman before closing the door gently. He now turned to face her, keeping the distance of the door very close until he heard what he needed to.

It was only now that he got his first look at the councilwoman and was able to make his assessments. He did not make any mouth expressions, but his eyes revealed he was surprised. Her hair...This was mere coincidence. He would not let this be fodder for tangents! Disregarding his first speculation, the reploid took in the specifics. Her appearance seemed very taut in nature. Nothing out of line in this office... In fact, it seemed the levels of structure here were at their peak. It was quite the sight. Siarnaq could appreciate people like this. Not everyone in this city was completely useless. Especially regarding the matter of this information. She was trying to destroy corruption with this data he had collected, and his ideals almost identically followed hers. For once, this was a mission he actually felt some pleasure in doing.

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Work had found him not long after the fall of Ouroborus, fortunately. Siarnaq was of course looking at many other options for supplemental lines of work, but today, he had a mission of high priority. A council woman of the court had requested him retrieve some… Sensitive information. It was his assignment to deliver this to her safely while drawing little to no suspicion. Garbed in some of his formal wear, he also wore a pair of null glasses and a red headband. His hair combed back all the way, he was prepared to infiltrate a business person’s haven.

Because this was for the Cinq Ville council, a high security organisation, he could not afford to use his typical methods of infiltration. Incapacitating personnel, alternative routes… These were out of the question. Councilwoman Harper had strict lines when it came to her rules. He was to be as straightforward as possible. Dress accordingly, touch no one, and most importantly, not speak with anyone. As if he was in need of such deliberation of mission parameters. Surely she understood he was one of the top under-the-table agents around? Infamous was Siarnaq in that the underground rarely spoke of him in anything but praise. In fact, they did rarely speak of him casually for fear of their livelihoods, and more importantly, their lives. But this was hardly relevant.

It felt strange to be going into such a high level building and being given clearance at the mere glance at a signed letter. Had any of his missions been this straightforward? He couldn’t recall the last time at the moment. After inspecting his permission, the clerk nodded to Siarnaq, asking him to sign in. He put down the fake name he’d told her to write in the letter, then proceeded to this woman’s office. The reploid had not yet met his client in person, but this mattered very little. Upon his first research into this mission, he had gone at length to locate her office among the files he extracted of the building layout. He knew exactly where he was going.

A triple knock at the mahogany doors would be how he would announce his presence. It was now 16:13; she should be expecting him.

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Fears: Bugs, snakes, the Witch, the Reaper and sunlight?

Bugs: [0/10] “NEGATIVE.”

Snakes: [0/10] He shakes his head. “NEGATIVE.”

The Witch: [0/10] A shrug. Siarnaq rather liked the witch. 

The Reaper: [4/10] “…PERTURBATION HAS BEEN APPARENT IN PREVIOUS ENCOUNTERS.” He squinted. 

Sunlight: [0/10] The reploid raises an eyebrow at this last one.“…NEGATIVE.” 

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ENTER PASSWORD:  ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

PASSWORD CONFIRMED. LOADING DATA. 

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