He claps his hands together, giving a slight chuckle. "Well... Mommy and Daddy are going to be a little displeased. Their friend wont be able to get so much information from the little goblin leader... Not because he doesn't know, but because he doesn't want to tell..." His looks up at the ceiling of the room, his eyes show his mind pondering something. "Unfortunately in this universe, if it can happen, it will happen." He shakes his head and slaps his face a few times. "Uhrrrr~ well... there is always a purpose behind something, and if those goblins and trolls are doing it, they probably need them for something like you said." He takes in a deep breath before grinding his teeth together. "But if Jack says that violence won't break out in this room then, what do the friends of Mommy and Daddy want from me...?"
Jack seemed extremely amused by his response. Leaning forward a little, slowly relaxing his right hand which has been in a tight fist.
"Shame. You would have been useful too." Turning with a slight wave. "Well, diplomatically you've chosen your words well. You get to skip past three other people from dealing with you. You're moving right along to the Kusarian. Vale."
Slowly leaving the area, leaving Geoff and Aelita in the same room for a little while. Two minutes later, a Kusarian female walks into the room, looking generally calm. Walking in, giving him a wave. "Mmm.. Geoff Enfield. You wouldn't happen to be the mistake that I had to clean up after, or was that the person beforehand?" Glancing back at Aelita for a moment before smirking slightly.
"Heyo, you're the violent dude, aren't you?" Seeming trouble keeping still, pacing around slowly. "You have something of mine, don't you?"
Stone glanced up and noded once before resuming to look down at her boom, she however took out two odd looking ear buds and put them in before going back to reading her book, she however then turned the rolling chair to face the wall so that she was now facing it, the book raised to her face and starting to hum rather quietly to herself
"Not the wisest to anger the witch, the wizard and the mage~
Not the brawn to attack the knight, the warrior and the hero~
Not the survival to those that make mistakes~"
Before she feel quiet entirely again, humming at a deaf level of sound before just reading her book
He unzips his pocket to where he last placed the artifact. "Really?... Huh..." He doesn't pull out the crimson stone but a small cigarette, holding in between his fingers of his left hand, one that is still fully organic. "Lets see, i never thought it belonged to... 'You'." The barrel of the weapon again extruded itself from his right arm, a small glow appears near its tip. "I'd thought it belonged to... 'it'... 'Him'... 'Them'." He gives a slight chuckle before placing the cigarette in his mouth, all while his eyes follow the Kusarian. "So what would you need with it anyway." He then places the glowing end of the barrel against the tip of the cigarette, smoking alight. "Or are you after something different." He zips up the pocket, patting it twice after.
The female pauses for a moment. Pulling out her PDA for a moment, glancing at it. Communications weren't going out still. Good.
Moving a few steps closer to him. Her eyes taking on a slight purple glow. "Yes Geoff, it belongs to me. And you have been found losing the privileges given to you by it. Something is going to need to break if you keep this up. You have two options. Number one, return what is due for a little while. Number two, we give you another 'gift'."
Going back to her pacing. "We're paitent. Although when an idiot decides to do things he shouldn't, it makes us unhappy. I don't think you'd like the one who has given it to you, doing something on it's end now would you. I'd imagine that would be a lot more.. Ahh.. Inconvenient."
Taking a puff of smoke and holding the cigarette in his mouth. "Losing my privileges... wonder what they were in the first place." He again unzips his pockets, trying to yank it out. "Come on you, son of a-" Managing to hastily pull it out with a bit of force, he ends up having everything else fly out of his pocket onto the floor: cigarettes, keys, memory sticks and some other objects. "G'damnit... wait a second, here catch." Chucking the artifact carefully towards the Kusarian height wise, allowing her to catch it, he starts to pick up whats been scattered all over the floor. "Why do i still keep all this old junk in here?" picking up one of the memory sticks, he looks at the label that's been taped onto it, freezing for a moment staring at the stick for a few seconds he then quickly pockets it with the rest of the stuff. "You freely have the artifact, i doubt i needed it, bad memories, that's all it held for me, bad thoughts and bad Juju, something we never liked." he briskly stands up re-zips his chest pocket, taking another puff of the cigarette but inhaling a large amount, almost taking a quarter of the roll. "I don't understand what you need from it, its been dead in by my side for a while now..."
Holding it in her hand, rotating it slowly, looking at it carefully. Inspecting the stone. It seemed that she didn't care whatsoever what else was in his pocket. Even though she catches his odd look at the memory stick, she didn't seem concerned. None of her business.
"This I haven't seen very much of. Sketchy business. That's what you get for accepting an experiment I suppose." Bringing it close to her chest. A tiny reaction comes from the stone. Presumably something she was wearing around her neck under her shirt gave it a reaction.
"These things don't go dark unless you severely piss one of them off. In most situations, someone wouldn't get away unscathed after something like that. You're a soldier if I've read up on you as well as I could. I suppose you know the retribution that comes in the end for hunting people.. Conscious beings are conscious beings. Human or not. Dislike and hate isn't very far off the mark. You don't want that. The life of a soldier in any form in the end can be summed up with a simple quote. If you live by the sword, you will die by the sword. Today might not be your day depending on how you play it. Don't cross the wrong boundaries. You might be a bit too late for that piece of advice though."
Reaching down to her hip, pulling out a knife from a sheath. Slowly dragging the blade against the stone, a large cut appearing in it. "Bonds aren't removed through an inactive stone." She mumbles quietly. "Lets just hope it should stay inactive now, hmm?" Smirking slightly.
He takes his time to smoke the rest of his cigarette in silence, watching the cracked artifact... "I don't know if i should act surprised on how you did something to that thing, but by this time it feels like things like this never do." He then extinguishes the cigarette in the palm of his metal hand, but not leaving any scorch marks, only shaking off bits of ash. "But noting that I'm a little to late for the advice is true. I will die young, 43 is quite an age to pull the plug, but not by the sword; Assisted suicide if you must." He takes a moment of pause, staring off at the floor. "No... Not that one... The previous one... Before that... Wait... That one." He sits back down in the chair, again slumping with his arms folded. "Two Marduks, a Nammu, a pair of fighters and a hand full of Das Wilde and Aoi Iseijin. I tell you, what happened that day in Magellan, i was pretty sure they no longer wanted me around with the energy burns across my chest and shrapnel in my arm." He then looks up at the ceiling again. "I think that's when i started drinking too." But he then gives a stern look towards the Kusarian. "But at that time, I'm pretty sure that they made me choose what side i was on, because for most people, being shot at means you don't exactly come back to the damn shooter and give them a bloody hug."
"Your last line is pretty subjective. Normally, no. Although methodology which the minorities are forced to use aren't always normal."
Pausing for a moment, sighing quietly. "Of course, that being if you don't wish this.. 'assisted suicide' to come from a different party, earlier rather than going about whatever lost cause you and the others have established. People who fall in line. That's what I despise. Well.. I suppose not necessarily myself, but the other five here that is."
"Care to try again? Or will you find yourself rendered down into hell by what you consider the 'enemy'. It's not often that I have to deal with people outside of our own scope. Quite frankly, i'm more or less pissed myself that I have to deal with stubborn people who I can understand enough that I won't be able to change.
I'll give you a chance. The world will change beyond that chance. If not however.." Looking at the artifact for a few more seconds. "Old wounds might be forced back open..." Pausing for a moment. Beginning to laugh. "I can see why the others here don't like me very much. Attempted power assertion is gross. Getting this over with is going to be nice."
Turning her attention back to his face. "Or.. You can take option three which you are most likely thinking about in your head. I wouldn't recommend it though."
He sits silently, moving his hands to his pockets, feet tapping on the ground... ".........Fine." He sits upright, brushing himself off. "I can deal with old memories... But she won't need to see them." He again unlocks the compartment on his arm holding 'Zeal'... "Stone..." He places down the card containing her on the table, not activating her hologram. "Right... explain what ever you're going to give me, do it."