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She'd been at the Orphanage/Group home for as long as she could remember, memories of a time before foggy at best.

So many years. So many potential adoptions and so many disappointments had left her more than a little disenchanted with the idea and lost much hope as she watched those around her go to loving homes rarely returning. Kids that got so many prospective parents visiting and talking with them till they got the right match yet none for her.

Having all but given up she stayed away often choosing to stay up in her room then mingle with the other kids or meat any of the interested parents. No one ever came for her. With some encouragement one of the workers had got her to come outside, being such a nice day.

Quietly she played on her own in the shade with only a worn, hand stitched plush rabbit that had seen better days, while the other kids eagerly introduced themselves to awaiting and interested prospective parents that had come to visit and meet them. Silvery-white hair had been pulled back into a braid in some attempt to tame her long locks.

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A worker cheerily welcomed Hughes in, it wasn't often they got an actual military officer around in a non official capacity. Asking him a variety of questions as well as answering any of his own to help make the best match between parent and child.

Sitting at the bar, Sparkle takes another shot back, allowing the alcohol to tickle the back of her throat as scratches on her once unscathed skin was now freshly covered in bruises and small grazes inflicted by that fraud. Standing from her stool, she opts to hide herself off to the side, awaiting the arrival of an old friend.

Time ticks away, with her slowly infected the boredom's virus--where the hell did that come from?--when she suddenly spots that infamously newly-labelled trashy red jacket. She follows after the taller figure, allowing her gun to press into his back. "Have you any final words, Fool?"

Masked Fools did not typically traverse to planets another had already conquered, but in this instance, Sparkle believed that Sampo had done a rather lacking job when it came down to leaving the people of Belobog with a taste of what they were truly capable of doing. After all, the man was merely a con-artist--the brunette was a performer, and that is what made all the difference.

The people here seemed relatively happy now that they were capable of existing between two worlds, with their leader doing her utmost to manage tourists coming through without hindering the progress of a glorious rebuild of a world that would take thousands of years to come back from the blizzard that had almost swallowed it whole, and dealing with daily affairs that came across her desk. As long as no guards took note of this fool, her plan would be easily pulled off.

--Oh, and she'd definitely need to look out for Sampo.

Exactly fourteen minutes into her feet touched upon the Belobog soil, she had bumped into someone around the same height as her. Not even she understood how that could have happened. It was embarrassing to say the least.

“You’ve not been hiding from me, have you, Cissia?” Clasping her hands over her mouth, she’d hide a growing smirk behind those fingers, her eyes solely focused on the blonde before her. Stood in the doorway, Jane’s body leans against the frame, as if purposely blocking the entry and exit of the staff room within the NEPS building on this particular floor. It was rare to corner someone as sneaky as Cissia this easily.

“Don’t think you can slither past me quite so easily.” Her voice lowers, as if she were talking down to prey that happened across her—before perking right back up once she feels her words have taken a firm seat in the other’s mind. “What’ve you been up to, little one?”

"Off causing trouble, are we? Tut, tut. It's impolite to leave the rest of us out of the loop, you know that?"

Sparkle stands a few feet behind the other, accusatory in tone, even with no evidence of wrongdoiing. In truth, Sparkle wanted the satisfaction of observing a reaction of utter surprise. It took great effort to tail the other this deep into Planarcadia--although, she knew most of this place inside and out--waiting for the right time to strike.