[These girls and their strange determination to prove themselves to him, honestly...
Van Zieks shakes his head. The reminder of tasks to be done at least gets him to step over to a tree so he can forcefully break the frozen chocolate off his sword, out of the way of any potential passersby.]
Unless that firearm of yours is capable of cleaning clothing or blades as well as it is making a mess of smoke, I should return home.
[She stifles her smile as she witnesses the fearsome prosecutor dealing with his deadly sword being coated in chocolate...
And she folds her arms with a chocolate.]
Yeah, it only goes on way. It ain't about to suck up yer little mess there. [She shakes her head and then looks back over towards where she left Toby.]
Right then. ...Guess I'll be off then, Mister Re- Prosecutor.
He manages to keep his exasperation with her lack of proper address to a simple exhale as he pulls out a handkerchief, which will soon also suffer from the chocolate menace. At least she attempted to avoid that particularly tiring nickname.]
She's not even sure what to call him anymore. Sure he's not really The Reaper, but he still feels like THE Reaper to her, you know? It's all just so confusing!]
...Yeah, farewell an' all that.
[She does snap a salute as a formality - and then off she goes!]
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You'll see. That day'll come, an'... an' I'll show ya all the proof ya need!
[With that said, she's not sure what else to say. The chocolate foe got away, the battle is over for now. She shifts and glances around uncertainly.]
Just remember that, alright? So... now that that's all over wiv, wot now? You... uh... need any 'elp with anytin'?
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Van Zieks shakes his head. The reminder of tasks to be done at least gets him to step over to a tree so he can forcefully break the frozen chocolate off his sword, out of the way of any potential passersby.]
Unless that firearm of yours is capable of cleaning clothing or blades as well as it is making a mess of smoke, I should return home.
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And she folds her arms with a chocolate.]
Yeah, it only goes on way. It ain't about to suck up yer little mess there. [She shakes her head and then looks back over towards where she left Toby.]
Right then. ...Guess I'll be off then, Mister Re- Prosecutor.
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He manages to keep his exasperation with her lack of proper address to a simple exhale as he pulls out a handkerchief, which will soon also suffer from the chocolate menace. At least she attempted to avoid that particularly tiring nickname.]
Then farewell, Miss Lestrade.
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She's not even sure what to call him anymore. Sure he's not really The Reaper, but he still feels like THE Reaper to her, you know? It's all just so confusing!]
...Yeah, farewell an' all that.
[She does snap a salute as a formality - and then off she goes!]