Richard Istophon (Zehn)
Richard sat quietly after reading the note. He was distraught... continually replaying memories of the every so sweet Nira... "Why..." He murmured emptily to himself, his eyes grew more blank as he continued his sulking of the situation, only to be nudged by someone. "What?" Richard looked up with his glazed eyes, his pale face, and rather empty face. "Yes, Reaver?" He faded in and out while trying to listen to Reaver's words. "Zehn... speak... privately... ends?" Richard knew it was time to get moving, Rose wasn't the patient type and everyone was starting their missions. "Of course... give me a few minutes." Richard finally stood up straight, having seen roughly everyone leave the room, he fumbled like a drunk man to the exit. Richard knew Nira would ultimately become a weakness, he also knew that Swain was the man that hated seeing Harvesters have weaknesses... that's why he was teamed with Rose. 'Wait! He couldn't have, he wouln't, his own secretary!' Richard felt himself return from the bottomless pit of despair. 'I'll get to the bottom of this, and Swain if you end up being involved anymore that we know, May God help You.' He felt awkward thinking such thoughts but he knew that Swain was that man who'd do whatever it took to make his Harvesters strong.
Richard took a brisk pace to Reaver who was waiting idle near the exit. "Yes, Reaver, what did you want to talk about?" He looked around to see if Rose was still waiting around for him or if she stupidly ran off on her own, like always. "Well, sorry chap, but this'll have to wait. I know Rose all too well; she may hate us men, but she's gonna need somebody's help. Ciao." Richard waved at Reaver, as he barely stopped his brisk walk before starting up again, hopping in the conveniently open elevator and pressing the 5th Floor Button. "Ah Jazz, such evenly notated music." Richard decided to hum quietly with the music playing in the elevator. He arrived at the 5th floor, quietly stepping out into the dark lobby. "No electricity, eh?" Richard drew his sword, igniting it as his hand swept across the blade. "An even flame is much better." He was a little too happy about the flame emitting from his sword. "Ah, Rose!? Where are you comrade?" He figured Rose would simply ignore him, but he might as well notify her of his presence.