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[separateways]

[The cold doesn't keep Ada away from the shooting range. Instead of a gun, she's using a bowgun, reloading after each shot and occasionally heading over to the targets to retrieve her bolts.]

Christmas decorations, even out here.

[Nutcrackers are hideous.]

There are worse themes, but nutcrackers? A picturesque castle would have more taste, I'd think.

[[ooc: Open for kissing or just general interaction :) ]]

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A c t i o n ; ; Heyyy!!!! :'D

[wheatdos]

[Mind a bit of company from a complete stranger? He was just walking around outside, one hand deep in the pocket of his lab coat while the other held a clipboard. Scientific observations! Every few seconds when he managed to warm up his other hand, he would scribble something down on the clipboard, read what he wrote, before returning his hand into his pocket to warm up again.

What was this cold weather???

He was supposed to be working hard for the sake of science, but he wouldn't be able to help getting distracted by the stranger with the bow gun. He had never seen one before, so obviously when he saw her shoot the targets, he stared in awe.

Cue the most awkward, nerdiest guy you will ever see in your lifetime staring at her a few paces away, fascinated.]

A c t i o n ; ; Awwww yeah :D

[separateways]

[Oh, lovely. A scientist? Not Ada's favorite kind of person, but she stops herself from changing her target.

She fires a bolt at the target, hits it dead center (what a show off), and turns to her audience.]

Can I help you?

[wheatdos]

Oh wow!

[He gains an almost childish grin, obviously impressed by the effortless bulls-eye. He almost clapped for her, his clipboard getting in the way.]

Oh sorry! I... I was't uh, interrupting was I?
Never actually seen someone shoot one of those before.

[separateways]

[She goes about reloading. It's a process, but one she's clearly familiar with.]

Really? You'd think people in a castle might not resort to typical firearms.

[wheatdos]

[He chuckles... hopefully she doesn't mind him observing, since he moves the slightest bit closer to watch.]

Aha. Either that or they have magic, which isn't fair to begin with.

[He adjusts his glasses before shivering.]

A-aren't you cold?

[separateways]

[She doesn't care for company, usually, but she doesn't shoo him away.]

It's not that cold. When it snows, maybe.

[She lines up another shot.]

You look like you could use a coat.

[wheatdos]

...I'll live, th-thanks...

[He trails off though, distracted as she lines up that shot. He's making a silly fascinated face and doesn't even try to hide it.]

[separateways]

Are you a scientist?

[Obvious question, but she'll make small talk as she shoots. Another good one.]

[wheatdos]

Huh?
Oh-oh! Yes. Yes I am!
Sorry... pro-probably should have introduced myself. My name is Wheatley. Cognitive genius at your service!

[He gave her a little cordial bow, not wanting to disturb her too much. After she shoots again, he ]

I take it you're not.

[Action]

[nothingtobelieve]

[The shooting range is one of the few places in the castle Vicious visits with any regularity, and today is no different. He hasn't made any allowance for the cold, either, but maybe the suitcoat is enough for him. He just stands and watches her practice for a few moments before bothering to say anything.]

An interesting choice of weapon.

[separateways]

[Ada lets him take his time to speak. She's not shy in front of an audience, and glances his way with a slight smile.]

Really? It's reliable.

[separateways]

[She quirks an eyebrow but says nothing about that cognitive genius part.]

Ada. I [have killed a few scientists] work with scientists, occasionally, but I'm not one.

[wheatdos]

[Oh.]

Worked with scientists?
Were you a test subject?

[He raises both his eyebrows. He says it so casually... as if being a test subject was the equivalent as being a lawyer or a doctor.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He nods slightly in appreciation of that practical thinking. Of course, for reliability, he prefers cold hard steel.]

I don't know of anyone who uses something similar.

[Which only spoke to the state of things on his own world, of course. Syndicate men loved their guns.]

[separateways]

[And she gives him a look.]

No, I wasn't a test subject. I'm an associate, I suppose you can say.

[separateways]

That's a shame. Especially here, you'd think you'd encounter more people unfamiliar with common guns.

[She reloads.]

[wheatdos]

An associate of science.

[He chuckles.]

Always nice to meet a fellow associate.

[Minus the killing people. Though he notices the nutcrackers watching them, raising an eyebrow. Oop.

He doesn't know this woman, but there's something about her that makes him really want to get to know. Don't mind him getting a little bit up close and personal with her.]

Ada you said? Quite the name... really nice name.

[separateways]

I work in close contact with scientists. [She watches him out of the corner of her eye. Awkward guy, but she keeps her cool.]

It's a simple one.

[nothingtobelieve]

They could be hedging their bets.

[Not that he really thought there were many people in the castle practicing the fine art of misinformation, but it was a possibility that at least a few were cagey enough to not want to share their relative strengths and weaknesses when it came to weaponry.]

[wheatdos]

[Mind a kiss? xD]

Well sometimes simple is better. Like me! Wheatley. Just Wheatley. No last name of the sort. None of that.

H-how close exactly? If you-- if you don't mind me asking.

[separateways]

Do you really think they have that much forethought?

[separateways]

[Not at all!]

I work for a government organization, the B.S.A.A. We have a fair amount of scientists that keep us updated on various matters.

[Lies!]

[wheatdos]

Oh-oh... I've heard of that! Heard-heard of... that. B.S.A.A...

[Lies too! He's just trying to impress her. Before he'd know it, he really was in her air space, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. He'll be infinitely sorry in a few seconds, but for now he's just going to enjoy kissing this stranger.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[That actually gets an amused smirk out of him.]

Not at all.

[Most of the people here didn't really strike him as very clever at all, but a man could dream.]

[separateways]

[Ada was turning to give him the calmest, most skeptical look in the history of Paradisa, but suddenly she's being kissed. And kissing back, for some reason.]

[separateways]

Been here long?

[nothingtobelieve]

Long enough.

[Too long in his opinion, but even a week would have been too long, in that case.]

[separateways]

A week?

[See, she has a sense of humor.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[That got a tiny twitch of a smile out of him. Blink, and you might miss it.]

Ten months.

[Give or take. He wasn't keeping an exacting tally]