Dancing Through Life (Unk)

[Gorim]

Fleur sat at a conference table in Prestige headquarters, reading The Portable Atheist, taking notes as she did so. She had a job to do, but plenty of time to do it. She, the head of Intelligence in the Prestige, was to find the weak spots of the vault holding the bulk of Untouchable finances. However, the vault was deep in Untouchable territory, and she'd worked very hard to get that much information. So, instead of working herself to death, she decided to get some reading done, and maybe brush up on her dancing.

Reading had won out, obviously.

She was probably quite a sight to behold. Long brown hair hanging in a curtain, bare feet, long, flimy pink summer dress. Scribbling obsessively in a notebook. Oh well. She'd never cared about appearances before, why start now?

[+Unk the Ninja+]

Strolling through the Prestige headquarters, Or'nri noticed Fleur relaxing and reading. These were two activities that did not seem appropriate considering the current time, especially not for the Head of Intelligence.

He scowled even more as he saw the title of the book she was reading. It was called "The Portable Atheist". Once again, this was not very Intelligent (although faith was more of a personal opinion).

He walked over to Fleur briskly, took a seat beside her, and without further ado, tapped the book in her hands.

"Don't you think you have better things to do? After all, we're planning a major raid."

He glared in contempt at the book again.

"And what a book, too! You know, you can't prove that destiny and God don't exist. I dare you to try."

They always seemed to get into this argument when they talked, but then again, an argument was a mental challenge that Or'nri relished.

[Gorim]

"I've already found quite a bit about the vault, and I thought I deserved a little break." Fleur said, putting her bookmark in her book, putting it down on the table, and turning to Or'nri.

"Oh, and please, provide your proof that an ethreal spirit is in the sky that watches all of what we do and cares what us vain, useless little creatures do. Please. I'd love to here it." She smirked. "Is it the .001% of prayer that's 'listened to.'" She provided quotation marks. "Or some idiot babbling in tongues?"

[+Unk the Ninja+]

"You thought so?" he asked curiously, acting well enough to make it sound as if he was sincerely inquisitive. "You thought so? Well, do carry on. Who ever could say what you thought was wrong? And who am I to even argue with you about it? You're right, obviously." By the end of his comments, it was very apparent that he was being sarcastic, but he didn't really care. In Or'nri's opinion, work came first.

And it definitely came before reading a book about atheists.

"I have a few points to make," he started. "But I shall not spend much time with some of them, as...well, you'll find out.

First of all, I never claimed that there was an ethereal spirit in the sky that watched us, and I never claimed that prayers are answered. Please don't make assumptions.

But honestly, we shouldn't even be having this argument. We each are all allowed to have our own personal beliefs, and while we're supposed to be working is not time to discuss them. We always get into this argument. Be mature for once."

This, physiologically speaking, gave Or'nri the upper hand. It showed her that he was mature enough to move on. Now all head had to do was change the subject. It was a good way of circumnavigating her arguments, too, seeing as he couldn't really prove his side (and neither could she!).

"I came over here for a reason, you know. Not to argue about your beliefs...or should I say, lack of. I merely wanted to say hello, and ask how you were doing on finding weak spots in the Untouchables vault. I heard that you found it, but not much more. Are the rumors incomplete?"

Ha, he thought. Hopefully that'll end this pointless arguing. I am right, after all.

[Gorim]

Fleur's eyebrows rose with the immature, sarcastic shpeel, which she delicately decided ignore.

"Actually, I find it a bit... interesting that you're acting as if I started this, when it was you who walked over here and started up the conversation." She pointed out. "Me? Not mature? You're the one who walked up and starting bashing my book. All I was doing was reading." Then she continued.

"I spent three hours straight sneaking through Untouchable territory just finding the place. I feel like crap, and I want to relax for a little before I go back in their. Now, if it makes you feel better, I could relax by dancing, or taking a bath, but I'd rather read."