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Which of these is carrot cake? ( and. ) I see. She sounds lovely, and it sounds as if your coworkers aren't as fond of you as you are of them.

( wow? )

I suppose I can relate, though I wouldn't call myself fond of my coworkers either. ( sips her tea again. ) One.

I shall ignore thy rude assumptions and point out to thee the carrot cake. It is this.

[ point. that one. ]

Yi Sang, whom I have spoken somewhat to thee already, was the first of us who was signed on! He is a quiet ser, but talkative once thou hath found that which interests him; he is a good listener and a finer pillow. Yi Sang is a genius much like Mistress Faust, though more in the, ehm... It is by his invention that we are able to become others of ourselves, as thou hath experienced. He is one of nine idealists who made up the...

[ hold on. she's gonna get this pronunciation right. ]

League of Nine Littérateurs. They were his colleagues and more than that his friends, with whom he had come from another District in search of better resources for their inventions and research. This was prior to his involvement with our Company, of course, so I shan't say more than that! He has begun smiling more as of late, and is far more eager to involve himself with the merriment of others -- it is nice, and a show that he is slowly letting go of that which ails him.

[ ... of accepting them as his friends, too, and don's smile is fonder. ]

He is a good friend to me, and oft acts as mine advisor when I am playing chess and the like against Young Sinclair. If he were to appear, our arms would welcome him into our home -- even if it should mean one of us would share a bed, or that we must move to someplace a tad larger. Yi Sang is a very calming person to be around.

[ .................... ]

Does it truly seem that way to thee?

They don't stick around to listen to you, do they? You said so yourself. Is that a mark of friendship?

( she needs to speak to yi sang, too, huh. )

[ her top three are the top info holders, as far as angela is concerned. ]

Do thee claim to know any better?

[ what with her maybe real, maybe not relationships. ]

Roland is my friend, and he's never walked away from me or tried to get out of a conversation as quickly as possible, so yes.

( ............

that is LITERALLY ONE PERSON, angela. )

[ ...

she'll point at another orange-ish one. ]

That is spice cake. I think thee should like it.

[ now then, she'll quickly list off the others-- ]

I have spoke to thee of Mistress Faust before, but allow me to give thee a better gist; she is a soft-spoken but strong-willed woman who is a genius in a scientific field, and it was she who mothers Mephistopheles, our omnibus. She also takes part in contracting many of us, alongside Sir Vergilius who acts as our guide. I rather like speaking with her, though she does say things I do not understand at times, and trust that if she is hiding anything at all then it is because she is not completely certain of it, for when she is certain of something she makes to speak it as soon as it is asked. The two of thee look alike, somewhat... She wields a large sword and would much like to converse with thee as well, I am certain.

Ishmael is the only other Fixer among us, and she has made much of her living upon the Great Lake 'fore she came to join the Company. She holds much of the same principles regarding our shared occupation as Sir Roland does -- that is, that it is not a heroic thing and more for money than not -- but I shall owe that to her vast knowledge of all things Wing and Office related; she is an avid information gatherer, perpetually book-smart one could say, and is often teased for knowing only what has been written before. Ehm, she is freckled and wields both a shield and a mace.

Next... are the two whom first arrived here with me, though one is gone now. [ she had seen him as of late, which is a comfort, but a hollow one considering...

anyway. ] Dear Gregor is a veteran of the Smoke War, and has a bug arm as his most notable trait. He is a kind man who always seeks a peaceable solution rather than a violent one, who would rather slide by a potential fight if he could help it, and has a small friend whom rides upon his person no matter the "life" they live together; it is affectionately named Buddy. [ everyone has their name for the amigito probably but that's hers. ] He and Madame Ryoshu often smoke together, and I do not believe there is anyone on the bus who does not consider him affable and easy to speak with. I missed him more 'fore I had seen him once again.

Last, but certainly not least, is Young Sinclair.

[ fond, just a bit, but certainly more relaxed as she smiles down at her cake and picks it apart. ]

He is my dearest companion here, one whom I can attribute much of my current comfort towards. Whilst the least battle-experienced out of us all, he no longer shies away from pulling his weight, nor does he turn his stomach out at the sight of the dead. Sinclair is kind, and while one may consider him weak for the empathy he shows not only to our Company but even to the Abnormalities we face... I think it is his greatest strength, for much of his courage and anger comes from that soft heart of his. [ there is nothing wrong to be soft of heart, she had said. and that's still true even now. yi sang was as well -- it was his greatest strength to help him stand, and don presses the thoughts of her own heart away.

there isn't much soft about it. ] I am grateful for his patience and worry, his gentle hands and attempts to cook. Young Sinclair wields a halberd, and we have become used to fighting alongside one another's reach -- at least, back in the City. Our times differ now.

[ their memories, too. but that's okay. ]

That is the rest of them: One, eight, thirteen, and eleven. And now thee know all of my compatriots.

( spice cake is just as good, if not better, and she adds it to her ranking as she listens to don quixote quickly go through the rest of her coworkers. )

You have nothing but kind words to say about all of them. ( and what did she have? ... ) Despite my assumption that your comrades might not be as fond of you as you are of them, I'm sure they'd have something nice to say about you, too.

( ...even if it's a little backhanded. )

I appreciate the insight regardless—I'll keep an eye out for them here as well, should they ever turn up.

They ought. We are companions, after all; we have spent many months together, so there are praises abound!

[ even if she's scolding, or dismissed, or anything... surely there's times where she's sought out rather than the seeker, or when she's been thought of as liking something, or maybe even called into conversation for her opinion on a matter...

...

yet, who is it that keeps a step apart? ]

If one shall appear, thou shalt know it immediately! Greet them kindly, if any of them speak rudely or out of turn do not hate them for it; think of how confused thou were thyself, and understand their plight. Though I do believe that any would see thee as a young woman worthy of upmost respect and politeness and do their best to concede!

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