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A rework of the scene posted a few weeks ago, this time after applying the knowledge learned on proper lighting usage after being consulted and educated by AuGoose.

Reno Goldmire, the headmaster for the Jaegers' organization, is accompanied by his two most trusted officers on his way to their scheduled meeting with the rest of the organizations' elder statesmen. After everything that went down concerning his televised debate with the Sentry Corps' leader, Dr. Adrian Maxwell, following to his own operatives in the field being one-upped by the Sentry Corps' own soldiers in the area to apprehend their targetted bounty. And to make matters even more embarrassing, Reno allowed the assassin who attempted to take his life to escape.

Reno scratched his head, "I can't let the recruits take the heat for this incident. It's not their fault. They got in way over their heads."

Amara Michelle Baptiste pulls out a cigarette from her front vest pocket and stated, "[i]'Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. (Ephesians 4:31-32)'[/i]"

Reno mused, "Amara, you always seem to forget that I'm an atheist."

Amara shrugged, "I've been with the Vatican for well over two hundred years and still question the High and Mighty Father's teachings. I won't deny that it's not sound advice though. Shit, where's my lighter?"

Amara searches her pockets for her lighter until Reno ignited the tip of his finger with a small flame and extended his hand towards her.

Reno smiles, "Don't worry about the lighter. You can use mine."

Rika then spoke up, "Sir, you know that there's no smoking in the meeting halls. Amara, you should put those things away as they aren't good for your health anyway."

Amara dragged from her cigarette and blew the exhaled smoke towards Rika's direction.

"Bad for my health? Ha, like having a demon forcefully bonded to my very soul isn't bad enough. I'll take my chances, thanks. I'll take your advice whenever I shit the bed on the job and need a humunculus shell of a body to continue living."

Rika grips the hilt of long sword and poised ready to strike Amara down right where she stands.

"I didn't set out to fail my mission and you know that. Every day that I continue to walk on this plane of existence is a gift that I will devote to serving our Headmaster."

Amara inhaled, "Why don't you just fuck him already and get hitched then? I'll gladly ordain the marriage ceremony if you want."

Rika shouted, "We'll see how talkative you are without a head!"

Rika stepped forward while her eyes took an ethereal crimson glow as she fully unsheathed her longsword from its sheathe. Her blade was aimed right at Amara's throat.

Rika froze in place at the sound of Reno's voice.

"Easy there, ladies. Calm down."

Amara didn't flinch and stood her ground as she and Rika both eyed the other before turning away from each other.

Reno shook his head as he spoke up again, "There won't be any bloodshed on my watch. Amara, you know Rika's condition is a touchy subject. You're lucky that I didn't allow her to reduce you to being a walking Pez dispenser And Rika, I know that this isn't a no smoking area, but just let it pass this time. We have much more urgent matters to present to the rest of the Order. Can you two promise me to behave yourselves during this meeting?"

Amara and Rika reluctantly respond simultaneously, "Yes, sir."

Original render can be found here:

Description
A rework of the scene posted a few weeks ago, this time after applying the knowledge learned on proper lighting usage after being consulted and educated by AuGoose.

Reno Goldmire, the headmaster for the Jaegers' organization, is accompanied by his two most trusted officers on his way to their scheduled meeting with the rest of the organizations' elder statesmen. After everything that went down concerning his televised debate with the Sentry Corps' leader, Dr. Adrian Maxwell, following to his own operatives in the field being one-upped by the Sentry Corps' own soldiers in the area to apprehend their targetted bounty. And to make matters even more embarrassing, Reno allowed the assassin who attempted to take his life to escape.

Reno scratched his head, "I can't let the recruits take the heat for this incident. It's not their fault. They got in way over their heads."

Amara Michelle Baptiste pulls out a cigarette from her front vest pocket and stated, "[i]'Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. (Ephesians 4:31-32)'[/i]"

Reno mused, "Amara, you always seem to forget that I'm an atheist."

Amara shrugged, "I've been with the Vatican for well over two hundred years and still question the High and Mighty Father's teachings. I won't deny that it's not sound advice though. Shit, where's my lighter?"

Amara searches her pockets for her lighter until Reno ignited the tip of his finger with a small flame and extended his hand towards her.

Reno smiles, "Don't worry about the lighter. You can use mine."

Rika then spoke up, "Sir, you know that there's no smoking in the meeting halls. Amara, you should put those things away as they aren't good for your health anyway."

Amara dragged from her cigarette and blew the exhaled smoke towards Rika's direction.

"Bad for my health? Ha, like having a demon forcefully bonded to my very soul isn't bad enough. I'll take my chances, thanks. I'll take your advice whenever I shit the bed on the job and need a humunculus shell of a body to continue living."

Rika grips the hilt of long sword and poised ready to strike Amara down right where she stands.

"I didn't set out to fail my mission and you know that. Every day that I continue to walk on this plane of existence is a gift that I will devote to serving our Headmaster."

Amara inhaled, "Why don't you just fuck him already and get hitched then? I'll gladly ordain the marriage ceremony if you want."

Rika shouted, "We'll see how talkative you are without a head!"

Rika stepped forward while her eyes took an ethereal crimson glow as she fully unsheathed her longsword from its sheathe. Her blade was aimed right at Amara's throat.

Rika froze in place at the sound of Reno's voice.

"Easy there, ladies. Calm down."

Amara didn't flinch and stood her ground as she and Rika both eyed the other before turning away from each other.

Reno shook his head as he spoke up again, "There won't be any bloodshed on my watch. Amara, you know Rika's condition is a touchy subject. You're lucky that I didn't allow her to reduce you to being a walking Pez dispenser And Rika, I know that this isn't a no smoking area, but just let it pass this time. We have much more urgent matters to present to the rest of the Order. Can you two promise me to behave yourselves during this meeting?"

Amara and Rika reluctantly respond simultaneously, "Yes, sir."

Original render can be found here: