#invisichick

It still felt strange, to be doing normal things again. Things like grocery shopping, despite the fact he didn’t eat all that often. For the most part, he was doing it for the familiarity, and for those few that came by like Claire. She had more or less recovered her appetite, and even if he hadn’t it felt rude to have bare cupboards. 

Now he was very particular where he did his shopping, even more than before, preferring small places where it was virtually impossible to track customers. So far, his caution seemed to have paid off, and there had been no incidents of late. Perhaps they had finally lost his trail and would leave him alone. 

Passing by the St. Patrick’s Cathedral he couldn’t help himself but stop and admire it for a few moments, giving his hand a rest from the grocery bag but also taking time to feel some nostalgia for such an old building. He wasn’t religious in any sort of sense, it was difficult to see what he had and think that any god would allow it, but at the same time he could admire some of the precepts for which it stood. Even if they were far-fetched and would never be fully realized, the idea of treating one’s fellow mankind with decency was an idea he had always found attractive. 

The work was good, solid, something for her to get up and do every day, and it was even somewhat fun, sweeping, scrubbing, taking out bad framing and lining up more, the whole routine and work was making her feel almost human again. After assessing what needed to be done for the plumbing, she’d contacted Jenny to let her know that yes, a professional was probably a good idea, since it was better safe than sorry on these things, especially in a public establishment. It was a little strange, not having Jenny check in sooner, so it was some level of relief when she finally did see her walk through the door (which she had gone through the process of replacing just the day before, though it didn’t have a handle yet). She was in the middle of cleaning a bit of the ceiling, balanced on her back on a ladder, bent over backwards with her feet tucked into the lower rungs. From this position, she was able to bend just slightly more to see the woman walking in-

“Oh! Hey!” She said, grinning from behind a dust mask- it mostly showed in her eyes, but there seemed to be a difference in her disposition as well. She’d hung around the city for a week, getting back into the swing of living with people around, becoming somewhat less paranoid about being found out since she was remembering how unobservant most people were. If she got nervous in a crowd and started smelling like a house fire, well, no one really questioned it.

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Thereze had spent the better part of a week building a file of her own on the The Hunters. There were quite a few of them at least partially known to the world of criminals but far more rumored about. The tentacles of that organization reached much farther than she expected, leaving her more than a little miffed. She’d underestimated that. One of her few mistakes.

Having gotten in contact with Jenny yesterday and arranging a meeting, she sat now in the quiet patch of Central Park, waiting. Her posture was relaxed but in reality Thereze couldn’t stop scanning people walking past from behind her sunglasses. Continuance employees at least had a look about them. What indications did the Hunters give? 

[Text]: It’s not urgent.

[Text]: I can’t pinpoint what her ability actually is.

[Text]: She did this weird brain thing.

[Text]: I mean, we can.

[Text]: Did... everyone meet her before me?

[Text]: Sorry, I just met her less than 24 hours ago.

[Text]: Continue being safe, okay?

[Text]: Then what was the point of texting me?

[Text]: And trust me, I don’t think there’s a way to put me in more danger.

[Text]: Like I said, we need to talk whenever you come back.