Miss Silje, who is exterminator Korse and why does he want to meet with me?
There’s a summons on your counter, it was already opened.
…He’s one of the Head Exterminators, dear. I suppose his business with you is his own business.
But do not put it past me to find out what’s going on.
Aren’t they dull? They get bored of counting grains of sand, I suppose.
…Oh Korse, you’ve developed humor since we last spoke.
Hmm. I’m picking up another new frequency it seems.
"And by abiding by the rules you mean to forget things like…. you know."
Chase was silent for a moment. Thinking about his options that he could have but the words Silje had cleverly put together gave him the impression it was a “be good or we will make you that way” sort of wording. He tried not to think that the only other option he had jumped from Raph’s bedroom window only a few nights ago before disappearing into the shadows of the city.
Chase looked back up to Silje, letting the thoughts leave his mind as he nodded.
"Alright Miss Silje, I will. I will abide by the cities rules and do my best by it."
There was sincerity in his voice, what other option did he have? There was no one else. He didn’t plan on Weapon coming back, not after the night. Maybe it was for the best, maybe the two were never supposed to meet. It would only ever cause them grief.
Silje smiled, nodding once.
With one more look over the office space, she motioned for Chase to follow her back into the elevator. Pressing the button for one of the uppermost floors, the woman explained that she needed to retrieve a few things from her office.
"What would you say to… assisting me?" She asked, casting a sideways glance at the boy from behind a curtain of warm-blonde hair. "Perhaps the zones aren’t your place, but there is still work to be done from within the City. You’ll still be permitted to see Seraph, as well."
Chase looked around at the people working away at their desks. A few of them would look up occasionally but then return back to their work after offering some sort of a small smile as a token for their visitation. Chase could just hear the sound of the keyboards tapping and the occasional whorl of the machines. He didn’t want to disrupt them with any questions, he felt they would all have the same answer anyway. He silently shook his head as he looked up at silje. It wasn’t that he was uninterested but he just didn’t see them giving him answers that he really wanted to hear.
"Is this what I’m going to do?…"
He asked with a little bit of a disheartened tone. Chase knew he was relatively soft spoken and not one to take on positions such as draculoids or exterminators, but he couldn’t see himself working at a desk, not like this.
Silje raised a shaped brow, surprised by Chase’s initial reaction and the question he posed. She shook her head, slowly.
"Not if you don’t want to, dear."
The woman tilted her head, regarding the boy beside her more closely, studying his body language, the way his shoulders curled inward slightly. He was already short of stature, just like the man who had contributed the DNA strands which eventually became Chase, but the way he carried himself was much… Much different than the terrorist known as Fun Ghoul and even moreso than Symptom; the person Chase used to be.
"But, in order to do well within the Company, you have to abide by certain rules, Chase. If you can prove yourself, there is a place for you on the highest rungs on the ladder. If you can’t… Well, then there are plenty of ways that BLI can help you succeed. We can Better you, Chase. We can give you power."
Succubus:What’s one thing you can’t live without?
My cat, Imogen. For a cat, she’s quite loyal.