Naghi Audition

”Naghi, why don’t you control that friend of yours?”

Intently staring over the shoulder of a technician sitting at a computer screen, Naghi brought up a hand to the speaker. Taking in the last tidbit of information he needed off of the screen, he produced the cell phone from inside his jacket pocket and took a few seconds to type something into it. He’d need to keep the figures he placed inside for later. Only once the phone was back in his jacket and he’d turned to lean on the row of computers did Naghi acknowledge the existence of the Class Nine ninja who had approached and spoken before. ”What?”, Naghi simply asked, an invitation for the other man to repeat his question. ”That friend of yours from that other class that works here sometimes! She’s going to end up causing a disaster with the crap she’s pulling in the ops room!” As he plastered the other man with an incredulous look, Naghi only had one individual come to mind who could be his friend who worked sometimes to feed him information who also happened to be in another class, and that individual was Carla. He knew Carla had…a way about her sometimes, but nothing that would bother someone to the point that they’d come to Naghi to complain about her. Besides, he wasn’t exactly Carla’s keeper. ”You mean Carla?”, he asked, just to make sure that he and the other ninja were on the same page. ”Yeah, Carla, that’s the one! Can’t you go down and do something about her?”

Naghi rolled his eyes. Either the guy was overreacting severely to whatever it was Carla was doing or whoever Carla was pestering surely deserved it. Admittedly, though, Naghi was done here. He supposed he could go see what was going on if someone was going to have a hissy fit about it. Looking noticeably annoyed as he stood straight to stride past the other man, Naghi only shot him a dismissive wave as he passed by. ”I’ll talk to her. Don’t expect me to tell her to do anything any different.” ”Good! She’s terrorizing the lot of them!”

He made his way to the central staircase and started lightly jogging down. Right, it was time to “deal” with whatever Carla was supposed to be doing that was so horrible and terrifying. She was probably just telling them that they were doing something wrong or that she needed something in particular for her next mission or something else that should have been only mildly bothersome to the average ops room techie or mission coordinator. Naghi supposed that they weren’t used to having anyone questioning them; their tendency to be pampered was probably what was causing the problem. But then again, Naghi was only assuming. Casually cutting his way through passing students, Naghi looked bored as he made his way up to the doorway of the operations room, where he did think he heard a female voice ringing out amidst the light chatter going on around him. Letting loose a long puff of air, he turned the corner, head down and his hands in his pockets, to enter the room before a set of legs and a short skirt directly before him caused him pause. Damn…he knew who those belonged to.

Naghi started ranting at the man who had complained to him under his breath even before his head rose to reluctantly take in the sickeningly sweet features of Kayla (at least the prospect of looking into her face once she realized he was there was better than having her think he wanted to look at her legs). ”That was Kayla, you idiot, not Carla. How do you get those two mixed up…” What he found behind her was a pile of male technicians all standing at the far end of the room as if she’d already violated each and every one of them. Naghi brought a palm to his face so briskly that it made an audible crack of skin meeting skin. ”Kayla…”, he began to address her, against his better judgment, ”What in the name of Etro are you doing?”

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