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❝HMMM...❞

She skims over the answers provided, making brief eye contact with Mags in between answers.

It's very difficult to read Mary's expression.

❝What kind of knife-tricks? The balisong-type? Or the juggling kind? ... If you teach me how to do the knife-flip-thing, I'll consider making out.❞ She tells her, rapidly.

waiting was something ultear had gotten used to. she's always had to be patient. patient & ready for anything that might occur. she breathed out slowly to calm her nerves — for she loathed when the group had to split. but it had to be done at times. at the very least, she wasn't alone.

mags was there, of course. she did not seem the type to know how to wait and be patient and yes, ultear was correct. the time mage normally was. she watched on the edge of her vision as a manicured hand reached out for her hair; a gentle touch. if ultear did not want it to happen, it wouldn't have. but mags was harmless. to her, at least.

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001. As she was the former face of the Star Lily Dust perfume line, she is familiar with scents and can pick out subtle nuances, like whether or not a fragrance is based on natural ingredients. However, she has recently not been feeling perfume very much.

002. Jade enjoys a multitude of hobbies that do not rely on other people, but she also enjoys to play badminton and so she needs fellow players for that.

The  loss of fame  retirement had brought with it a multitude of changes.  The absence of people who would discourage perfect strangers to address out of the blue her as she walked home was one of them,  but it was not a bad change. 

Are you the one I've been waiting for? 

Now,  that was a good question.  Jade had tentatively put some feelers out,  had asked people she deemed a little more trustworthy to please put her in touch with someone who could obtain knowledge that she was seeking.  Making this decision had taken her months,  she was still not convinced that it was truly the best way to go,  but closure was a prized goal of hers.

And with people who would know dead and gone,  her options were limited.  Asking a reporter,  maybe that Jason fellow,  had been another thought that she had briefly entertained,  but as much as she had enjoyed it when he had been the one to interview her,  he did work for the press.  His name was not entirely off the table,  of course.  Once she decided that she was ready to look into the abyss that Lucielle,  she might give him a call.  If that would work depended,  of course, on the question if his magazine still took her calls. 

For now,  however,  she was looking at something else.  At something that had happened earlier.