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WHEN she sees him it feels as if a puddle of tar is sitting at the bottom of her stomach and the question of “How?” rather than “Why?” speaks out to Kris the most. That’s an easy one however--the scientists no doubt brought him here, just like her, and that only makes her wonder if there is more of these snakes slithering around this city. It has only been a very short while since the young trainer has arrived in the Hive and yet the displeasure of running into a Rocket is still so fresh in her mind from her own world that she remembers every single detail of the battles like it was yesterday. Kris remembers all her battles though--at least the ones she deems worth it--but that is neither here nor there.

      ❥  It wasn’t difficult to make a point of avoiding someone you didn’t want to see in this city-- especially now that the space available to them had doubled with the introduction of the skyscrapers made of a once-grey sky. Yet, for all this mirror image did to enthrall his fellow citizens, without so much as a passing care did Roman pay the threat looming above, steps carefully measured where he traipsed his path along the pavement.

From the glowing end of his cigarette a faint curl of smoke wafted, gaze distinctly set to the immediate road strewn before him as what scant traces of day remained wore on into the flood of yellowing streetlamps which accompanied the onset of night. So did it go without saying that little forewarning was the thief permitted before within arm’s reach he had drawn to this particular predator staged now before him.

Relieved by a foreign hand of the cigarette at one moment comfortably poised between his lips, jade eyes lifted to scrutinize the features of the offending party. Familiar they appeared, the redhead taking a moment to place just where he had come by the sight of the other’s ire before...

Ah, that’s right...

      “Such a cold greeting... You could stand to look a lit-tle more pleased to see me. You’ll break my heart.” Teasingly was this remark imparted in the full knowledge that the line he toed was a precarious one indeed. For, it had been in the course of their last meeting perhaps a month prior that the fleeting relationship the two shared was thrown all out of sorts by some petty thievery. That was, if Roman had the capacity to settle for anything “petty” (which he didn’t).

      "Don’t be too upset now, dear. You’re not the first, and you’re certainly not the last. But there is a lesson to be learned from all this...don’t you think?”

A lot has happened since the beginning of this “war.”

Their homeland hasn’t been safe by any means, but there isn’t a single doubt that they somehow have it worse than their opponents. While they’ve staged all-out assaults on the other city, they’ve only sent stragglers into theirs. Some of them are reasonably powerful, thereby commanding quite a bit of Silver’s time, but the rest? It’s nothing but child’s play, and he’s had enough of it.

A decision is made.

It isn’t long after he decides that he comes across a familiar face, and one of the most fitting for what he has in mind, on top of it. “Hey -- Petrel!” Calling him by name; what a rare treat. “Come with me. We’re going into the other city.”

starts sweating.