"oh." Crabtree was surprised to notice the figure disappearing like shadow on sudden light and even rudely enough not to bothering responding to any of the questions he and the others had. Instead he had signed the contract without realizing it. On his own mind he had only vocally agreed to sign, any memory of taking the pen and scribbling his name down on the text-filled paper seems to escape his attempts to recall. Weird feeling. Like the sigils that keep avoiding his stare but still stubbornly float at corner of his vision. Weird, but interesting. And 100 echoes! Receiving echoes is always nice. Could he even call these ones truthfully earned? Does it matter? Some people respect honest work, like following orders is something admirable. Not much honorable people found on the Flit though. Going to the Flit is always fun. Matthew likes the roofs, you can see almost whole London from there. "So the shadow fears the lightbox?" He thinks aloud, shrugging the weird feeling off for now. He rocks back and forth from his toes to heels, hands in pockets.
@TuskatheDaemonKilla "Oh yea, reel noice trip we 'ave goin' fer us." Whisks replied with an audible groan. One hundred Echoes each was nice, but to do something like find a box a sunlight? Actual sunlight, in Flit of all places? He noticed that their employer failed to mention how to properly "deal with it" once they found it. Hopefully it'd be as simple as having Manny smash the thing. But Whisks had a feeling it was going to end up being a bit more complicated then that. Well whatever excursion they ended up "volunteering" for, they might as well get to it. @Vulpas Among the group, Whisks couldn't help but notice another bandaged up fellow that could have put Manny to shame. After a moment of awkwardly staring at the man, Whisks finally piped up with something to say. "Ya look loik ya bin thru 'ell mate. Eitha dat or yur Manny's long lost bruvah or sumfin." He took the moment to look up to his undead companion and try to catch and semblance of similar features between the two. Considering the two of them were concealing everything behind a mask and wrappings, it was all but impossible to do so. So Whisks decided on the more direct approach. "OI Manny, do you 'ave a bruv I don't know 'bout?"
@GobMaw_HellSmasha "Oh me my good fellow? I had quite a accident when I was young quite a story terrifying one indeed especially if you dislike the fire I reckon the only sibling I lknow I have is my twin sister, I am afraid I did catch your names good sirs I am Johnathan who might you two be?" John asked looking to the other injured looking fellow and what looked to be a mouse like fellow.
@GobMaw_HellSmasha @Vulpas "No I do believe the Penningworth line died with me my dear friend." Manfred chuckled as he turned to the other masked man. "Manfred Xavier Penningworth the third, and before you ask my circumstances for wearing my attire are entirely different. But you do have good taste if I do say so myself." He said as he extended his hand right hand to shake.
@Vulpas "Ahh... a fire ya sez...ehhh ya I dont need da details fer dat wun, mate. I kan put two n' two togetha" Whisk replied awkwardly as he looked at the bandaged fellow in front of them. He was able to see for himself how that story ended and he didn't really need to hear anything further on that matter. Though finding out the man had a sister was additional bit of information he didn't think he'd get out of his question. With how casually he mentioned his twin, Johnny-boy was either the trusting type, or he had her on his mind. Maybe that's what brought him here, looking out and supporting whatever family he had. A more noble reason then he had for himself. Unfortunately, Spite doesn't care whether you're the noble sort, or a total nob head. A mark is a mark, though by the looks of him, the man wouldn't be one of his, doesn't mean he wouldn't end up someone elses. Though looks could be deceiving, maybe he should just ask and see what he could get. "Names Whisks" he answered, looking over the man's attire once more, "so, wut brings ya here, Johnny-boy? Ya don't seem loik da sort ta jus take up a job en Spite."
Having heard that their first assignment was something to do with a box of sunlight in the Flit, Clarissa sighed at the discussion of names and said "It's all well and good to know each other, but I may wish to point out our employer likely wants some results from our effort rather than idle chatter. So, does anyone have any suggestions as to how we might prepare for a venture into the Flit rather than mindlessly charge in and expect a few blunt questions to lead us to what we are meant to be dealing with?"
"Like packed lunch? Some cold sandwiches would be nice. Oh, and fruit juice." Crabtree suggests, while he focuses testing how long he can stand on tips of his dress shoes.
@Maleth "Eezee dere luv, we'z get dere when we get dere." Whisks stated, "no 'arm gettin ta know each otha ro'ight?" If anything, it would have made him more comfortable to be with people he knew better then not at all. Especially if this was going to be a prolonged partnership. "No point en bein' strange-uhs ta each otha. Mite 'elp wiff da job if we'z kan trust wun anotha." Finding out who you can trust could be difference between making it out alive or ending up in an early grave. It would have also been nice to see who would be more open then others, and to see who had things to hide. Of course, Whisks didn't mention that part outloud; information was a commodity after all, and could be as valuable as diamonds to the right person. "Don'tz know 'bout all ov you, but I 'ave all I need on me. And if I 'appen ta need anyfing elze, I'z kan alwayz...err...procure it sum howz" Whisks stated, with a sly smirk on his face.
