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      ❝ uh, yeah dat’s it… ❞

      it isn’t – six had made up some reason to keep him around, keep anyone around because they didn’t actually want to be alone at that point in time. the past always had a tendency to sneak back up on them when they started missing doses or being late to inject && it terrified them at times because for that little expanse of time before the inevitable high they couldn’t distinguish what was real about them. 

      they hated being alone when it happened – needed something that was real.

       ❝ actually – you busy right now, cher? ❞

      they’re certainly he’ll say he is && show himself out quickly – they give a small smile regardless, but it isn’t as full as it usually is && they just seem tired.

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      ❝ for you? no. ❞

       there’s a sardonic tone on the echo of her voice yet she stays regardless – weight shifting to one side on blade points as she crosses one arm over her midsection, the other propping an elbow on it as she taps her lips with a finger.

      ❝ what do you want? make it quick -- i’ve not all the time in the world, you know. some of us have jobs to do that we actually commit to instead of taking the day off dead. ❞

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      ❝ shit, really? y’shot ‘round de shield? wow. y’thought dat much through? cannot believe it. ❞

      it’s all over dramatised sarcasm && they hold an oversized hand to their mouth in a feigned gasp – before they start laughing, inhaling from their cigarette with the other hand.

      ❝ what else y’gonna do? merde, if i was there i’d’ve jus’ punched right through. ❞

      A TASK IS AT HAND -- one she must pursue with swiftness as she holds something dear on the line. a mission is a mission && she is programmed with it -- given something important because of her superiority, of course. she was made for this -- no, not initially -- but she was awaken again && turned into the weapon she is now for this sole purpose outside of the broader mission she was tasked with. he isn’t the easiest to find -- they made him well -- but she does come across him through tracking && whispers paid off to guide her through their sights && rumours.

      it isn’t in her to make herself known so quickly. she gives a tip off to talon -- something he can do alone, something up his ally in skills so that they send just him -- it’s supposed to be simple. && she waits in the abandoned theatre, having set wires across the seats up to the stage with the entrance free of debris -- waiting as he walks in, yellow eyes glowing bright in warning from the chandelier as his steps halt.

      then she makes herself know -- sliding down smoothly on her wires, the points of the knives she walks on tapping against the floor behind him; blocking his exit now as the robotic echo of her voice sounds through the hall, eyes glowing blue again.

“oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”