Ey Shuri get over here

Yo thanks guys I'm here!

(I told you! Vanishes to the corner to stalk)

(Lol so how should we start?
I was thinking they're introduced at the main HQ?)

Ya could you write the starter?

Yes of course!

Thanks!

"And you say your name is Felix Titling, sir, you've got the job!" Said the interviewer, lightheartedly, giving Felix the once over, obviously mesmerized. "Your partner will be assigned shortly." She added on.

”Thanks,” Felix muttered. He only did this for the money. The partner didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like he was going to become best friends with them. He only wanted to get this over with.

Immediately a fax machine sailed across the hallway, at maybe 50 milea an hour, followed by the deafening clatter of it colliding with something.
"I believe that's her." The interviewer noted, nervously.

Felix looked over at the source of the sound. He honestly didn’t care who his partner was. He sucked at co-working with everyone, so the person wouldn’t really matter. But this partner seemed… rather violent.

"So you're my new partner, eh?" Obsidian replied, giving someone who was out of view a death stare like a murderous demon's. She stooped down, to where she could fit through the door. Arms tightly crossed, she looked him over.
"You're really pretty." She exclaimed nonchalantly. "And I assume you're good, since you don't have much gear on." An equally nonchalant add-on.

”I guess I am,” Felix responded, trying his best not to look surprised. The woman in front of him was… tall. Like, very tall. An definetly not human. He looked up at her. ”I am Felix. Felix Titling. And you are…?”

"Obsidian Williams-Wolfgang. Most people just call me OW though." She replied, extending a hand to him. This hand had a 3-inch long slash scar across the knuckles. She flipped her cascading, red-dust colored hair.

Felix took it, trying not to look away. He honestly had never met a creature like this one. ”Not to be rude, but… what are you, more exactly?” He swiped his dark hair out of his face as he looked up at her.

"I'm a red-blooded human." She replied, smiling. "But I've also got a natural affinity for emotion magic.

”Oh,” Felix answered, feeling a bit dumb. ”So… I guess we’re partners on this, huh?” He tried to lighten the mood a bit.

"Yeah." Obsidian replied. The interviewer spoke up.
"Contracts, lovelies." She replied, handing them two papers.

Felix took his contract, reading through the pages with an attentive look on his face. He didn’t want to sign something that he hadn’t looked through carefully first. He looked over at Obsidian. She seemed to be fine with the terms and conditions so far.

Obsidian took it, and started to read through it with a look of care on her face.
She signed the required spots, and handed it in.

Felix signed the contracts. ”If you try to trick me…” He warned the interviewer. Threathening your employer might not be the best first move, but he hated when people thought that they could trick him into things he didn’t really want to agree to. He had had enough of that from his mom when he was younger. He gave her the contracts, trying his best to stay cool.

Obsidian had seemingly vanished into thin air.
She however, was waiting right outside the hall, arms folded loosely around herself.

Felix put his hands into the pockets of his leatherjacket as he walked out the hallway. The cold metal of his armyknife felt familiar as he grabbed it. He liked to fidget with it whenever he was bored, or nervous. Right now, it was more of the last alternative.

Obsidian chuckled, looking down at him. He looked rather wound up. She flashed him a devilish smile.
"You ready to set off?"

Felix smirked and tilted his head a bit as he looked up at her. ”Do I have any other choice, really?” He needed the money. He couldn’t loose this chance.

"That's relatable." She replied, stuffing her hands into the deep pockets of her custom elongated, baggy women's denim jeans.

”Yup.” Felix walked out the door, out into the parking lot where his beauty was waiting for him. His precious motorbike, a brand new Honda Shadow. ”What’s your ride?” He called over to Obsidian.

(And so the obsessing goes on lol…)

(Cool.)
Obsidian stood admiring the bike, it was far to small for her, but very cool.

"My ride is money." She replied, walking to a long, low-to-the-ground limousine a few spots away from the bike.

”No. You’re kidding me.” Felix walked over to the limo. ”This is your ride? Why not use your yatch while you’re at it?” He said sarcasticly.

"Wish I were that rich." She replied. She looked at him.
"That thimg magical?" She asked, pointing to the bike.

Felix stared at his bike. Suddenly it didn’t feel that cool anymore. ”Nope. Just a normal bike.”