TEXT | un: purrsona

[purrtagonist]

[about four or so hours after the infiltration of the Mothership mission begins, a message appears on the network. it's in text, mostly because. . . uh. talking into one's magitek about an undercover mission while surrounded by enemy agents is probably not wise]

So has anyone come up with a code name for themselves yet?

[. . . yep. . .]

An undercover spy mission seems like a good chance for just that. Think about it-- you can finally be the person you've always wanted to be with the name you've always wanted to have. Viking. Sapphire. Velociraptor. I think the possibilities are pretty endless.

[THAT SAID]

Though it'd probably be nice to meet all of you without the mask of a code name, first. I keep running into people I don't know, and I can't tell who is an ally and who isn't.

[. . .]

I call dibs on the name 002.

[a very serious post during a very serious mission? also? help the new guy out by introducing yourself so he can stop freaking out every time he runs into someone new!!]

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[purrtagonist]

[hmm. . .]

[this conversation could get even deeper if Akira lets it. but instead--]

Ah. . . so you're a dog person.

[ofobedience]

Yes. Ha ha.

[In a fairly literal sense.]

[purrtagonist]

I see.
I think we might have to be mortal enemies now.

[he's kidding]

[ofobedience]

What, you don't like dogs?

[purrtagonist]

Actually, dogs are pretty okay.
I do like the way their tails wag when they greet you at the front door.

[however]

But nothing beats a cat.

[ofobedience]

I can't say I agree.

[Where once he had no strong opinion on cats, this all changed after visiting the cat planet and they all ostracised and even attacked him on occasion, sensing the dog in him. It put him off, to say the least.]

[purrtagonist]

And that's why we're now mortal enemies.

[keep saying it Akira and he might believe you??]

[ofobedience]

Luckily for you, that spot has already been taken.

[You really don't want him as a mortal enemy so really, it's just as well]

[purrtagonist]

[ha]

Drat.
Just regular enemies, then.
Or maybe "rivals."

[ofobedience]

If you insist. Although you probably wouldn't want to go for all out enemies with someone you're supposed to be working alongside of.

[purrtagonist]

Rivals it is, then.
The kind whose goals align more often than not.

[ofobedience]

We'll see, I suppose.

[purrtagonist]

That sounds about right.

By the way.
And this might be a weird question, but.
How can I recognize you if I happen to see you in the ship hallways?

[ofobedience]

Let me see. I'm blond, around five feet seven inches tall, and I'll be wearing orange sunglasses. I've been told that my accent is noticeably Germanic.

[purrtagonist]

Orange, huh.
Favorite color?
Or just a fashion statement?

[ofobedience]

[He's never given much consideration to things like favourite colour, but--]

I like them. That's all, really.

[Plus, they're good for concealing one's eyes and, therefore, one's emotions. For better providing a blank and impassive facade.]

[purrtagonist]

That's a good enough reason for anything, honestly.

[ofobedience]

I'll say.

And how should I recognise you, if I happen to come across you?

[purrtagonist]

My hair is green.

[. . . there's a pause, before he sends another message]

Just kidding.
I'm the completely average looking guy with glasses.
You'll definitely miss me if you see me in a crowd.

[ofobedience]

Helpful.

[purrtagonist]

I do try.

[ofobedience]

Well. I'd say see you around, but it seems as though I won't notice.

[purrtagonist]

I'm sure we'll have the chance to meet without the veil of a crowd concealing my presence eventually.

[ofobedience]

No doubt.