Ancient X Power

"Where the hell are we going?"
Terminal lead Sephtis Raivent and Malincious Crow through the underground halls of the Triumvirate's headquarters, a sprawling maze of hallways intentionally designed to confuse and trap those unfamiliar with the layout in the event that the facility was ever compromised. For Terminal, the extra distance between locations this added was paltry thanks to his enhanced speed, but for any normal human, it was a massive pain in the ass.
"Research and Development." Sephtis casually waved off Crow's question. "Wherever that is."
"You were the one who designed this place, how would you not know-" Crow forced himself to stop and take a deep breath before reaching into his coat pocket for a flask and throwing back a good half-cup of whiskey. "Y'know what, not questioning it."
"I'd be more surprised if he did remember where it was." Terminal tsked in a condescending manner. "Humans are so mentally underdeveloped that it's a shock you're capable of learning anything at all."
"Okay, seriously, Sephtis, why are you putting up with this guy?" Crow asked with a sour look. "Used to be that anyone who shit-talked you ended up in concrete shoes taking a nice long forever bath."
"Firstly, Crow, his work is absolutely integral to my organization's current roadmap." Sephtis stated, raising a single finger as he spoke. "Secondly, and more importantly," he raised a second finger, "He's funny."
"...What."
"I'm compiling a collection of all his insults in order to use them against my enemies." Sephtis reached into his coat pocket and pullet out a small notebook and pen that he held up and waved to accentuate his point. "The man gets creative. He's invented fifty-seven new slurs in the last week alone."