[OOM: On the roof, in a tent that dreams of being a studio apartment...]

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*Raph is attempting to feed himself. No it's not the act of eating that has him flummoxed, it's the part that comes before the eating that seems to continually get the better of him. Cooking is not Raph's friend. This is why there's a still slightly smoldering pot in the kitchen sink, and why he's grumbling as he eats his sandwich on the couch of the living room portion of his studio. Only slightly louder than his cantankerous mutterings is the sound of the Wizard Wireless off in the corner. Holyhead Harpies are playing Pride of Portree*

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The door opens and out steps a much cleaner, freshly washed Jocasta in his clothes. Clothes which don't do as good a job of concealing her many wepons as the training suit. That, she is carying in folded arms, but one hand extracts itself to shake.

"Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Raph. Um, where shall I put these?"

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*A good, firm, strong handshake follows.*

Oh you can just toss'em on the floor in a heap. Bigger the pile, faster they'll get cleaned.

*He doesn't appear to be joking.*

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She bites her lip curiously, and does has he says, watching the pile with apparent interest.

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*While Wiggs waited, Raph returned to the couch; there was a sandwich to finish, afterall. Fifteen minutes after the pile of clothing hit the floor, it disappeared. Almost as soon as it was gone from one place, it appeared cleaned and folded in another. The other being the end of Raph's bed.*

It work?

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Jocasta's too busy staring to answer for a few seconds, then she's heading over to the bed and unfolding her uniform.

"Oh!" She says happily. "That's super, isn't it?"

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Sure as hell beats actually doin' laundry, that's for damn sure.

*He turns and nods in the drection of the uniform.*

That standard issue?

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"Oh yes," she says. "This is for training only of course. I have my father's old gear inside. It's what I was wearing when I fell in."

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Trainin' only? What they make you wear on duty?

*Raph has images of Home and Away game uniforms running through his mind.*

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"Oh it's very similar, just higher quality," she explains. "There's no point ricking ruination of the family robes."

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Family robes, huh? Wiggs a long line of assassins?

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"Oh yes," she says. "As old a tradition as the name. All of my family trained at the Guild."

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*Raph supposes that with a surname like Wiggs, assassin is the only logical occupation available. Sort of like the boy named Sue.*

An' a guild is like a union?

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"A little like a union," she says. "As well as a school and a political body."

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Huh. No kiddin'. Like...feudal an' shit. An' what you guys do is like, totally legal, right?

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"Absolutely legal, Mr. Raph," she replies. "I wouldn't do it if it weren't!"

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*Raph runs a hand through his hair as he considers this.*

S'like a frickin' kung-fu movie, or somethin'. We uh, ain't been that way for us in a long long time. I mean, the whole point was hidin' sure, but now we're all really underground.

*Really really underground.*

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"But you have standards, right?" Jocasta asks cautiously. "Honour and decorum?

"You don't.. murder people?"

She sounds a lot more sincere than it looks in writing.

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Not if they don't got it comin'. We ain't monsters.

*There's no such thing as murder in times of war.*

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That's enough for Jocasta. She nods. "That's quite all right, then."

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Hope so. Ain't polite to try an' scold a ninja in his own house.

*Now comes the smirk.

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And Jocasta smiles warmly, looking down.

"I wasn't going to scold," she says, suddenly shy.