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     There was no rhyme or reason to explain why she looked it up, looked him up. Afterall, the ctOS was advertised as all-encompassing, spanning beyond even Chicago’s bustling streets. Would files of the DEAD still exist though?

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“I didn’t get into the Fixing business on purpose. I was very much uh ‘free spirited’. Y’know, drugged a lot and did stupid shit. ” Rhi started, her mind pondering on the matter before continuing. 

                            ‘Ignorance is bliss.’

          It was a saying that any hacktivist dismissed with utmost distaste      and Clara had been no exception — at least until it came to Alex. Then      again, she supposed a lot of things had changed alongside her relation-      ship with the man. Still, he had renewed meaning to the statement of      disillusionment; who was she to pry into the details of his humanity.

           Still, as he dropped off the bag of food, her usual smile was half-      hearted. Painted fingertips grazing the paper, wondering if perhaps it      was better to maintain a blind eye, but what was ever gained from that?

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Manhattan. Shaun never planned to return here, honestly. Too many memories, sweet and bitter, connected to a time he’d rather forget. Well... Perhaps that’s not quite accurate. It makes him think of the Grand Temple, is all. How he spent forever trying to save the world, and left feeling like it had already ended a long time ago.

He isn’t sure why he’s doing this now. At first, it seemed like a great idea. Bill had given the historian an earful, insisting this mission was a fool’s errand, which was a mistake because Shaun is capable of giving people an earful and a half.

So, now that he isn’t feeling the high from winning a verbal argument with his mentor, he’s doubting himself. Severely. Not that he’s the type to back down from a mission, but...

You tend to get the heebie jeebies when you decide to ask Alex-bloody-Mercer for a truce.

That’s right. He’d suggested to Bill they have someone ask the Mercer Virus to join the Assassins. Having Alex on their side would be the push they needed to change things for the better, to finally overthrow the Templars. It was stupid, Bill had said, and part of Shaun agreed to that. How many had this man killed, how many consumed? Did he even care for morals?

Bill had dared Shaun, stared him right in the eye and told him that, if he’s going to offer one of their men to be killed, he’d better be offering himself.

And Shaun said yes. Yes, he was.

That’s why he finds himself standing on a rooftop, alone, hands in his pockets, gazing out at the horizon like the setting sun’s the last light he’ll ever see. Maybe it is. Who cares. He’s got a lot of catching up to do with dear old Desmond and Lucy.

Alex should be here any minute now. He’d done all he could, hacking phones, leaving messages in mainframes, tempting Alex to come talk to him here and now. Part of him hopes that Alex stands him up on their little date. Part of him knows that they need his help. And he promises himself he’ll stand brave through it all. He is not afraid.

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[hair]:length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

Rhi’s hair is naturally wavy and a dark brown/brunette color. Having altered her genetics, her hair behaves in a mane like way. Some spots are a little crazier than others unless she really takes the time to style it. More often than not that doesn’t happen. Sometimes if she lays on it right it will be straight for a time. Her hair also grows down her spine towards her upper back much in a similar fashion to a horse mane. Or like that of a hyena. 

Rhi’s body hair tends to grow quick She doesn’t have much hair anywhere else, although she’s got a good bit of it on the upper part of her legs and when she reverts into her drage self, her hairs become longer to insulate her towering body. 

[eyes]:not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

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It was like any other day - cold, gross... unsurprisingly damp and disgusting in the warehouse she had picked for this particular meeting.  The place had been rigged with traps a couple hours prior, she had left and returned... Always those last minute things to worry about.

Temperance had a headset on with a screen resting over one eye beneath the gas mask that she thought was protecting her from the rancid air outside of it.  She wore black today; BDUs, packs strapped to her legs, hips and a belt.  She could have looked more professional, but the t-shirt she wore had some kind of slang written on it and was worn somewhat loose with a bomber jacket over that likely concealing a multitude of gadgets to help her survive god only knows what lurked in this area.

Two ways in... two ways out.  The rest were tagged with wires, and motion detectors set to trigger explosives, or alert her to intruders.  She was expecting one person -- and he was running late.

“Bloody lazy ass basement dwelling ---” a frown set across her lips and her brow flattened, “Bastard probably ate too many cheetoes and went into a glucose coma.”

What she didn’t know was he saw something; someone... and he ran like hell.  Luckily he wasn’t near enough to the entrance to have been heard, but he was close enough that whatever spooked him, might opt to take that path - which was clear of traps.

Beyond that on the other side of the warehouse, a large unit of BlackWatch was slowly closing in.  Their radio chatter was silenced, and hand signals were all they relied on as things grew more dark.