Treasuring Memories

"You're also hanging around during nights, huh?" The witch just spotted Zisa in the distance. While it was a coincidence to see the other, it was at least a familiar face. As in now, Citrine was going for a drink somewhere.

Unprompted 

“I do, several files pertaining to deployments for the coming month, should the Germans not feel pressured to do more than is needed. Lots of information to help move members in and out of the country, and set up for future operations but.” Eloisa put her silver knife down on the table, tip into the wood.

“Why send a monster? How do we know you’re not one to turn tail the moment another country values you more? Vampire. You’ll have to earn my trust to get what you came for before heading home. And not just by telling the truth.”

“By killing one of your kin in town.”

It's certainly a relief to hear her interrogator confirming that she indeed had what she and her handlers wanted. She briefly eyed the silver knife Eloisa put down, no doubt the same knife she held to her throat when they've met at the cafe.

"I wouldn't dare betray my homeland. If I had no loyalty for King and Country, I wouldn't have bothered to get myself involved, especially in these kinds of matters. I’m not depraved and wicked enough to play both sides for laughs." There was a brief pause. Zisa certainly would've felt her blood quickened at the prospect of slaying vampires. To bring vengeance upon them.  If only her heart were still beating in her chest. 

It wouldn’t be too long before Eloisa showed up, this was one of many little safe places, a good middle ground before they’d meet up with everyone else later or tomorrow. A little more time for Eloisa to really learn just why a vampire was sent her way.

Surely they had to know better?

“Good you’ve settled in it seems.” She spoke once walking in, closing the door behind her, this fake ‘home’ was nicely decorated, it would pass for a small living area and beds if anyone came knocking.

“No need to dance around the dialogue anymore. Do you know who I am?” Beyond just, a resistance member.

She contemplated having a cigarette while she waited, but that thought was quickly put to rest when she heard Eloisa stepping through the door soon enough. Zisa was just returning to her chair after she briefly poked around the safehouse.

Parting from the cafe, a nice stroll in the evening cool air. Still a long time till the cool of winter comes, though at least its no longer so swelteringly hot in the days. At even better, the sun isn’t as prominent as it was earlier in the summer.

A good distance away, in a seemingly normal and very unimportant part of the city, Eloisa slows to take a peek around her, acting as if they’re just checking over their shoulders for creeps at night.

“To the left, third door down the alley that’s home. Just walk on in, knocking and waiting just makes it look suspicious.” Eloisa hands over a key and keeps moving, “I’m just going down a few doors to check on the old lady down the road.”

Or more, check once more around the perimeter. “Let yourself in, you know its been forever since you’ve visited home.”

Zisa was looking around as she strolled alongside Eloisa, nudging on her shoulder on occasion and pointing at spots that catches her eye, whether it's actually interesting to her or it could be a place she suspects to be a hive of enemy activity. She continued to look around until they entered the more uninteresting parts of the city.

The vampire turned her attention towards her acquaintance when she started giving her instructions as well as handing her the keys to the presumed safe house. "Alright then," She said "Give the old lady down the road my greetings, will you?" She gave her a smile before departing, following her instructions to the letter.

How sharp are your chompers, Phi?

Unprompted 

"No, it's a cocktail. A regular came up with the name. I'm terrible at names." says the homunculus with a chuckle. She takes another sip of her very sweet concoction. The extra honey she poured for herself was definitely hitting the spot.

Katherina gives her a nod. "Exactly. Plus, I'd also like to spend more time with you, if possible. It's been ages since we seen each other." She says, taking a seat by the couch, setting the glass on a coaster meant for herself. Seeing her frown after taking her sip had her thinking she must've done something wrong till Eloisa reassured her later.

The vampire certainly had a grin out of that little quip. It certainly made the slice of cake she's eating just a bit more tasty. She pushed the small plate away from her once she's finished eating and got up as soon the other was grabbing her coat and leaving a generous tip for the staff.

"Sure, lead the way." The spy motions towards the semi-busy street beside them. She also wanted to move quickly. Her handlers were desperate to receive a status report as well as the information Eloisa had for British Intelligence. It's been weeks since her last transmission since her time in Spain.

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“The most valuable of commodities, at least to me. Information.” Lust did look around, the places near them weren’t anything of note, but considering their words, she didn’t press on finding a shovel.

“A pan works too, unless this ground’s all dust and sandstone huh?” She stepped a few paces forward, sighting the other’s hand resting on something. “Whoa now, no harm here.”

“You look like you could use some stuff, and like I said, I’m in the mood for information. What is this place, why is it so desolate? How come my eyes can’t find any pure humans left nearby?”

She came to the wrong place for information, the mutant mused to herself. There wasn't anything noteworthy out here besides a few ruins that are in various stages of decay. While the house she currently occupy still has its roof intact, it probably won't stay that way several years from now or less. "

True, but I intend on using the pan to cook my meal. That's what I was going to do before you've shown yourself and stepped into my camp." Phi eventually let her hand drop to her side. "For now. Just keep your hands to yourself."

Briefly, She stepped into the house to fetch some things; her tinderbox, the pan she mentioned earlier, and the food she's going to cook. After lighting her campfire and  tossing another piece of junk wood into the flame, the mutant sat down on the ground, putting the pan close to the fire while keeping an eye on her guest.

Leon was wondering where she went shortly after he woke up. Absent in their tent and around the campfire, he then looked around the area. Fortunately not far away from their spot, he did spot the mutant who was sitting on top of a large boulder.

“Phi.” The brunet announced himself, taking a seat next to her. “Is everything okay?” From his perspective, she seemed a bit in a trance. 

It wasn’t a deep enough trance for the mutant quickly snapped out of her pondering when Leon said her name and joined her on top of the boulder, catching the silver token. The token was round, weigh about 25 grams, grooved edge, meaningless hieroglyphs struck on both the observe and reverse side of the coin, and a triangular hole in the middle. This was the currency of the wasteland; a barbaric imitation of coins minted before the Fall.