Ellie ended up finding a bigger cup to pour both cups of coffee into one before taking another sip, "Well, I don't have work today, but I figured it might be best if we head in, see if there's anything in the files that might help explain how you got here."
Should I Report You..or..? // One on One // Closed
“Ah..head in? What do you even work as?” Florin asked, giving the side a glance slightly. Would that even be any help? Considering alternate universe and all..Florin decided to keep that to himself for now. He’d bring his thoughts up later if he found it worth mentioning.
The oven dinged and Ellie pulled out the croissants. She took out some plates, placing two on one and sliding it over to Florin, "I work with the government. I'm a… spy, of sorts. I look into the unknown and impossible. So Area 51, stuff like that. Basically I infiltrate governments and agencies to see if they're hiding anything that might be useful to figuring out the universe and what not."
Florin nodded, taking in the words. He wasn’t sure what they’d even accomplish, but then again, he didn’t know much about this world or the events of what was going on in it. He acknowledged the croissants, though did not eat one just yet.
“So what are you going to say to your..coworkers, if we do head in?” It would probably seem odd, seeing someone like Florin walking around in the public. And considering there wasn’t a world war three in this universe, there were bound to be more people around. A thought that had Florin evaluating his options for the future.
Ellie sighed, pushing herself up onto the counter top and turned to face Florin, "I can just say that I forgot something yesterday night and needed to come find it for some project I'm working on, no one's gonna question it. And with your…" She looked him up and down, "You can't just take that thing off for a couple hours? And then put it back on when we come back here?"
Florin lifted his head in thought. “No, I cannot.” He answered her question almost immediately. Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?
“So they won’t question anything at all? Not even me?” He asks.
Ellie shrugged, taking a bite out of the croissant, “Well, they might question it. But we can play it off as you’re sick and need to wear that stupid thing or it’s some form of cosplay.”
It might not work, but then again, this is what her coworkers dealt with so it wouldn’t be the strangest thing they’d ever seen.
He nodded. “Alright. That’s decent enough.” It would have to do, then.
Turning away from Ellie and careful to hide his face from view, he lowers the mask only briefly to take a bite from the croissant, lifting it back up when he turned back around.
“When do we plan to head in?” He questioned.
“As soon as possible. I need to have a shower so probably some time after that.” Ellie finished off her food and her coffee, hoping off from the counter to place her dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
Florin nodded, once again turning away to finish off the rest of his food. The idea of tasting whole; real food was weird to him, and unfamiliar, although he didn’t mention anything of it. It wasn’t an important detail.
He takes a second and stands, wincing in slight but short pain by his ribs again. That scar, that memory. It bothered him from time to time, but there was really nothing Florin could do but wait for it to fade. Phantom pain, probably.
If they’re heading out then, Florin must get ready. He’s about to do that when he pauses, seeming to go blank as he recalls something in the back of his mind.
Ellie was about to head back up the stairs to get showered and changed when she noticed Florin and she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, "What is it?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the nearest wall.
Florin stood there for a few seconds, thinking. And when he realized, he realized.
“Scheisse.” He muttered, before moving to go outside. How could he have forgotten? Florin may have forgotten something outside; he hoped that it was still there if it even came with him.
"Hey!" Ellie went after him, confusion written over all her features. What was he doing? Clearly whatever he'd forgotten about must have been somewhat important.
Florin didn’t stop as he seemed determined to go after whatever he had remembered. It was important. To him, anyways.
He heads straight outside and towards where he had walked out of last night; the forest. He only stops when he walks into the forest, slowing down to a stop as he seems to step on something. He lowers himself, appearing to pick something off of the ground.
He does pick some things up. One, a bag of some sorts. He’s seen slinging it over his shoulder. Two, something a little different..
Florin stands up, holding something quite large. It only becomes visible to anyone else when he turns back to the house, a large rifle of some sorts in hands.
I’m glad it came with me, even though i don’t remember seeing it with me when I got here. Maybe I was so focused on everything else, I’d forgotten my supplies..
He’s also glad that it was in the forest all night, and stayed unharmed. He seems to zone out, clearly more focused on seeing if the rifle was in truly ‘okay’ condition.
Ellie focused her gaze on the rifle. As much as she liked guns, after all she had one of her own, the rifle was large. Even though this was America and guns were permitted unlike her home country, she didn't think it was a good idea to let Florin walk around holding something like that.
"Florin, let's bring that inside and maybe leave it there for the rest of the day."
Florin checks the rifle. It’s good. Now, just to…
He looks up at Ellie, then glances back at his rifle. Then again, he repeats it for a second time, just looking in between the two.
Finally, Florin gives a response.
“Sure,” he says, albeit hesitantly. “Sure. I’ll.. we’ll go do that.” It’s not as though someone else could operate the weapon. Only Florin really could. The most use anyone else would get from it was just to study it, which he highly doubts that’ll happen as of now. Even if he is rather protective of it.
He flips it around, to carry it a little easier. Again, the numbers 6734 are visible on the rifle. Florin walks forwards, giving a small glance back behind him again.
Ellie noticed the numbers, the same that she had noticed on Florin when the first met. A part of her wanted to ask about what they meant, some part of her had an inkling but then again she could never be sure. She didn't ask, deciding it best not to.
She led him back into the house, making sure Florin was inside before she spoke again, "The gun doesn't leave the house, got it? Not unless I say so or in desperate need. Oh, and you can't wear whatever you were wearing when you arrived."
Florin blinked, looking down at her. “Why? Why can’t I wear what I was wearing before? The gun I can understand, but..”
Ellie crosses her eyes, tilting her head up to look him in the eyes, “For all that my co workers deal with this sort of crap, walking in in full armour immediately makes you a threat. Hell, security won’t even let you in. Look, this place has rules and regulations, and I’m pushing it by letting you wear the mask. If you walk in wearing full armour, you’ll probably be detained and questioned and we all know police aren’t going to understand the situation and you’ll be put in a mental institution.”
He stays silent for a small amount of time, taking in the words and thinking.
“Fine,” he says, exasperated. “I’ll abide by that.” It’s clear he doesn’t really want to, but in a foreign world..well, Florin doesn’t have the energy or time to deal with that. He’ll just need to find something else.
“Thank you,” She sighed, “There’s clothes in the wardrobe in your room, see if any of it fits. And try and make it look somewhat nice.”
Ellie shook her head a little as she headed upstairs to shower and change. Clearly this was going to be a lot harder then she originally thought.
Florin makes his way back to his room. It’s been a while since he’s actually worn..casual..wear, so it would probably feel odd to him.
Upon arrival, first order of things are to find something that suits him well. He’s sure he can still wear the boots, so hopefully pants that look good with boots. The colouring would hopefully be a darker shade of some colour or something. A shirt as well.
An idea pops into mind as he removes his bag he had picked up before. His jacket, inside of it. That would fit good. Although it wasn’t his per-say, it was given to him, and he couldn’t exactly give it back.
Florin turned around and shut the door to change.
Ellie sighed, heading to her room and quickly undressing, stepping into the shower. She never liked to shower long, opting to save water then anything else. It didn’t take long before she was out, drying her hair and placing it in a low bun and putting on a small amount of makeup.
She headed to her wardrobe, pulling out a white turtleneck shirt, long black dress pants with some black flats. She pulled on a long black coat before placing on her watch, necklace and other fine jewellery before walking out.
Ellie hoped Florin would wear something decent, not wanting to look like an idiot and walking in with someone who wasn’t well dressed.
Florin turned around a few times, checking if he was satisfied or not with what he currently wore. Once he was, he opened the door, stopping only to head back into the room and put on his boots.
He definitely looked a bit odd, without wearing all of the armour he had previously worn before. But he was alright in the jacket, and pants and everything else he had chosen. The jacket even had a hood to it.
Giving himself a slight nod, Florin headed downstairs.
Ellie was already downstairs when Florin came down, glancing between her phone and the files laid out on the countertop.
When she heard him, she looked up and looked him over, checking what he was wearing was decent. She gave him a nod, “That’s suitable.” She said, slipping her phone into her pocket and grabbing the files, placing them in her bag and taking out her keys.
Florin side-glanced a second or two to his left as he came down. “It’s been a while since I’ve worn..casual, so I tried.”
He arrived onto the floor with her and looked at her keys. “How long is the drive?”
“A half hour maybe?” Ellie shrugged, switching off the lights, “Come on, let’s get going.”
She headed to the door, making sure Florin was out before she locked the door, unlocking her car remotely a moment later.
Florin seemed to falter for a moment. “Half an hour?” He muttered to himself.
He wasn’t sure why the concept seemed so odd to him. He could handle it, after all. He’d waited longer.
He made his way over to the car.
Ellie followed shortly after, climbing into the car as soon as she arrived. She placed her sun glasses on, waiting until Florin was in the car before she started it up.
Florin entered the car, looking around it in curiosity as he entered. He made note of everything he could see in the car. Habit, after all.
He sat in the seat, taking a moment to get into a comfortable position.