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[crimsoncryptid]

::Eren has an appointment tonight with one of her test subjects.one of her colleagues. She's waiting for him. Samasu, Shinji. To arrive. But she sighs, frazzled, checking over work E-Mails that she keeps trying to avoid reading for more than a few minutes.::

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[seaandsky]

*I can guess why she's upset. He stretches a moment before getting up, and going up to the console room. carefully.*

Ah... Miss Mabonaka...?

[crimsoncryptid]

::Sipping on whiskey on the job.::

99 Bottles of Rum on the Wall, Lose your Job, Toss your Career Away, and drown yourself on Rum from the Wall.

[seaandsky]

*... approaching her slowly*

... I do really hate to be the one to say this, but... I did warn you.

[crimsoncryptid]

I'm going to be in cement shoes in Domino Bay within the week.

::... That doesn't sound right on both common sense and whatever Metaverse you're tapping into.::

[seaandsky]

... er...

Why cement shoes?

[crimsoncryptid]

Mr. Akaba was very clear that if I didn't produce results, I'd be getting let go in a tone that didn't sound very good.

::Takes another shot.::

I need at least one working prototype subject that can be duplicated or.

I'm gonna need to learn to breathe underwater.

[seaandsky]

...

You... do realize you're dealing with a company, and not the yakuza... right?

[crimsoncryptid]

Every company is the Yakuza, in Japan.

[seaandsky]

... would you believe me at this point if I told you that Mr. Akaba does not plan on dumping you into the ocean or anything like that?

[crimsoncryptid]

Prove it.

[seaandsky]

Prove it, huh?

*he ponders.

is there any way to prove this without saying something that he could never actually know without blatant cheating?*

[crimsoncryptid]

::No. She's got the impression Reiji is pretty much a Yakuza Gangster with a scarf. And might be seeking to start World War 3.::

[seaandsky]

... Let me get back to you later on the proving part.

Still, what exactly can we do about the whole essence part?