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“ i was wondering if you’re an artist because you were so good at drawing me in . ” she repeats , face stoic as she looks at her friend . “ that’s what he said to me . ” completely uninterested look on her face holds no ounce of emotion . “ for one second there i thought i would be sick . ” she explains , a soft roll of her eyes .
“ that’s a good enough reason to punch someone , right ? ”
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IT’S A SHITTY IDEA, BUT SHE’S BEEN known to poke around strange websites before – a field trip to Pacifica is uncalled for, but here she is. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, they say. V wonders what would the enemy of the enemy of her enemy be to her. A former Militech runner and a former member of Arasaka’s counterintel. She needs help. GUIDANCE, perhaps. Brutal force was never her strong suit, but with T-Bug gone, there’s no one trustworthy left to ask.
She needs to hack Arasaka’s archives, remotely. She needs intel. On Silverhand and his well-deserved-tragic fate. Truth is, she’s long past caring about CORPO WARS and billion-eurodollar disputes. This, a tiny little plan of hers, is personal.
❝ MONARCH, that you? Alice Carver? Name’s V. Got an offer for you. ❞
“ honestly the fact that you can still be surprised by me is really what’s amazing here . ” she stares at the building in front of them , leaning on her car . she’s looking at the club , she knows the ‘ type ’ of security they have in there , it’s half the reason she avoids it . “ you agreed to come . also to be fair .. i did read i just .. didn’t realize it was this club . ”
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Smoke filters out through his lips; the fixer stretches out on a bench in the ONLY park in Night City. All around him, his eleven dogs lay spread out around him, napping the world away. The fixer was waiting on a contact, whether a text or a physical meet-up. It wasn’t clear but he didn’t care regardless. His pets sure did like getting out of the house every now and then and a breath of fresh air was just what they needed.
His newest, a Shiba Inu named Moxxie, came scrambling up into his lap, her little tail wagging nice and slow. Hector scratches her head affectionately, an easy smile stretching across his face. His cat, who was perched easily on his shoulders, squinted a bit at the puppy but made no attempt to bop her.
“I’ve no idea where they are.” He hummed out loud, a bit of annoyance twinging his tone. “It’s almost unfair, huh?”
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where is the line between human and machine? perhaps it is more evident in the other woman, metal grafted onto skin, chrome glittering in the light. see where cybernetics have left their mark. and yet trinity has her own scars, the small plugs along her arms from a time where she was merely a conductor, wool tightly pulled over her eyes. it doesn’t stop the bite in her voice when she does speak, ❝ we're in completely different leagues. ❞ a slip of the mask, a small show of her cards from a woman known for revealing very little. this is a topic she is unwilling to discuss in length. / @lethalhacks ♡.
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A WOMAN WITH A MAGNETISM FOR DEMONS & MISFORTUNE. she’s dead. dying. neon lights of the greying city reflecting transparent neon pink umbrella & coordinating jacket. 𝐕’s nostrils flare, pupils dilate behind stylish CIRCULAR LENSES endlessly scrolling data in the form of neo-C# —— complex algorithms, alphanumerical statics —— the appearance of useless data to most.
traffic light changes again for the fifth time & yet she never crosses. she could just as easily leave without a word, but scanning A FAMILIAR FACE leaves her curious about their last conversation. so instead, stays & regards the other netrunner while procuring from a vinyl pocket the beauteous embellished case inherited from a woman she once lauded for her style & what a class act she was. ( the strange brand of cigarettes all gone & are now replaced with an even stranger one: kreteks ) pinches a clove from the sleeve between clawed fingers. powers the half-block down the sidewalk to catch up.
❛ ——can assume you found what you were looking for. ❜
she balances THE METAL SHAFT between shoulder & neck, cupping the lighter over face as walks past & into her line of sight. a trail of smoke rises like an ominous locomotive.
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“Do you eat, or is it like... cyber-photosynthesis for you?” Everybody needs to eat, and Abadjieva knows this; Reznikova can probably tell that she’s just being annoying, small and thin smile on the (ex?)Corpo’s face. “But I’ve got takeout,” she says, waving it directly in Reznikova’s face, “if you want it. I’ll have it if you don’t.”
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Discomforting realization stiffens her narrow shoulders, leaning her back in her oversized office chair, and so sounds the leather stretching. Crystal blue eyes scan side to side before falling to the stains dotting the sides of her black dress. It takes a keen eye to spot blood on black fabric, and while her skin was washed clean of the red and her blazer discarded, the time to change into a whole new outfit was lost before work hustled her away.
❛ It’s… it’s not mine. ❜ The director’s usually confident voice falls away in a sigh coinciding with the rigidity lost in her typically pin straight posture. The hands clasped and resting on the table’s top unhinge, and fingers of one rise to press against her forehead. ❛ It’s one of my guard’s. It happened on our way to the Waterfront early this morning. ❜ Arrival at the port to meet the lead shipping coordinator for an inspection was interrupted before reaching the wall which reinforces Arasaka’s property. ❛ Our convoy was caught in the crossfire of some gang disruption, ❜ head shakes, eyes close with another sigh.
Her guard was hit when returning fire from the back window. Nothing like applying pressure to an open wound bright and early in the morning to set your day. ❛ Luckily, he will survive. ❜ Thank goodness, as it always causes her quite a fright to lose one of her own. Expectations after are to act as if it’s all in a day’s work, to carry on as is ( with blood on her dress ). Though, that’s never quite the case. ❛ But Night City’s charm continues to wane thin. ❜ Not that she found it existent to begin with.
