Angela's Office

Hes off getting a rainmaker scp. I'll come back later if you're up for a drink. *Sweets tips his hat leaving the compound.

B looks down, gripping his pants before finally pushing himself up. "I don't care about saving the world," he says, not taking his eyes off the floor. "But I'm going to get Saya free," Be stalks out of the office, "no mater what it takes."

"I'd love to," she calls after Sweets before nodding to the guards, "follow her and make sure she doesn't die; i.e. help her with anything she does, even if that means ruffling some feathers.  We need to send a message, we take care of our own."
She quickly calls after the girl, "You better come back alive."

B smiles as he and his entourage walk a circle around the base, ending up back with Angela. "Where's the computer room?"

Angela smiles, "Follow me."
She quickly leads the three people to the computer room.

*Sweets walks in, mask off and a wide grin, a bottle of his factories whiskey in hand, he sits behind Angelas desk waiting.

Angela enters her office stretching, glad things were running smoothly for once in the day; she looks up offering Sweets a smile, "So I see things worked out smoothly for you."

Threatened Vonkraft with a prop suitcase nuke, and had to alter my appearance. *Sweets smiles a normal human mouth, closing his lips and changing them to his more monsterous shape.*

She doesn't even flinch at the teeth, "I'm glad things are clearing up for you."

*Sweets skfhs his features returning to human. He forma a whiskey glass from bone into his hand pourong himself a drink.* Far from clear but, a little less muddy. Honestly vonkraft forgets what I am capable of and continues to poke a prod till I go over the edge. The only difference between him and I... He rejects what's left of his humanity.*Sweets downs his drink sliding the cup to Angela, leaning forward and lacing his fingers.* but enough about me, I'd like to know a lot more about you.

(On a phones keyboard, I'll fix mistakes later.)

"Well what would you like to know," she asks taking the cup and taking a small swig.
(OOC: It's fine)

How to revert the effects of hundreds of nuclear warheads and an infinite whiskey bottle, but I will settle for your name occupation past present and if you happen to be single.

"Well I'm Angela Zor's assistant, and when I have to be I'm the one to smack some sense into Zor; as for my past... it's very murky; lets just say that when he found me I was sick, and even though my people were using me as a weapon he took them in," she pauses here a genuine smile on her lips before taking another swig, "He separated me from them, watched over me... he gave me something, it seemed to make the disease go away; from there I kind of stayed by his side... as for if I'm single, maybe."
She gives a small giggle before looking down into her drink.

Guess a bit about me is due. My name is Justine D Sweets, i lived on a ranch round three dozen miles from here, I joined the foundation after trapping an escaped scp before a task force. I became a muntanf with immortally and regenerative abilities. I stayed watch on my friends and family asle p in cryostasis. Recently being four years ago my kids were killed my wife died of mechanical failure, my girlfriend disapppeared and i was left all alone. *Sweets had no hint of sadness or regrets in his tone, he jus poured another drink*

She sighs, "I'm sorry to hear about your loss, these wastelands can be a real bitch; sucks these conditions have to exist."

The past is that, the past can't change it. And haven does its best to improve conditions.but less sad talk were alive aren't we.*Sweets costs his cup pounding it down.

Angela drains her cup nodding, "I agree."

Been wandering for a while, don't suppose this place has an open bunk.

Angela smiles, "We always have rooms... though would you like to share a room?" Angela asks giving a look.

Perhaps, depends on the company. *Sweets counters the look.

"Well that depends, whose room do you want?"

Your room sounds better than most.

"Well my door is open to you," She says giving Sweets a sultry smile.

Lead the way my dear. *Sweets stands removing his duster hanging on over his shoulder.