#anonyte

"What's your problem with this child? For all the shit i give Intern, if he is willing to vouch for this... Storm, I don't need a second opinion. Especially not from someone hiding behind anonymity..."

“Who the Hell is that ?”

"Do you genuinely think that I'd consider morituri Rex ,my grandfather, in such a light after everything he has made me done, everything he has put me through? Let alone what I SUSPECT him of?! I'm glad that he's out of my life, let alone dead." But this answer does nothing to deflect her own feelings. Luger had been the legion's best effort in generations to ever escape the twilight cage, and even more importantly, he was her father. An absent, damaged father, but a father none the less. No one could come back from what she had done, no matter the justifications, no matter the reasons. She had remained haunted by this life changing action to this day, everytime she stared at herself in a mirror and looked at her burnt fur, once a beautiful shade of pink. And so, she choose to remain silent. This in itself was already a telling answer.

"And that's not all. You should see what's on my hips." She points at her gun. "A pretty face can get you killed, you know? Good thing you caught me in a... let's say, sunny disposition."

"Big, mean, out of control... and always mingling in other people's lives!"

"Yes I do!" She doesn't seem to answer, however.

"No cat is silly enough to try their luck with this nimbat, oh no!"

Not as much as you'd think. But she can a whole table in minutes...