within you.🔮

"no, this isn't holy shit- this is just shit. - you're sorry? for what, oh yeah you stabbed me in my boob- and killed me. - apology not accepted, tell me, what happened to you? " jennifer asked with that hiss of a tone, "-did you get put in a crazy farm? I can't see that anyone would believe you."

"You kind of deserved it," Needy said. She kept her distance from Jennifer, though she felt as if she could take her if they got into a physical altercation. "You killed my boyfriend!" Her voice got loud, clearly upset by the reminder. "I got sent someplace, sure, but I escape. Then, I exacted revenge on Low Shoulder. They're dead."

“hello  to  you  too.”  millie  mused  with  a  raise  of  her  brows.  “i'm  millie  calloway.  i'm  a  social  worker.”  she  explained,  showing  the  other  her  id  card.  “i'm  just  here  to  see  if  there's  anything  that  we  can  do  to  help  here.  we  understand  how  difficult  it  is  for  people  who  wind  up  here  with  nowhere  to  go.”  she  shrugged  her  shoulders.  “but  if  you're…  busy,  i  can  come  back."

A brow rose at the sight of the identification card. It prompted Amanda to nod at the other before rising up from the seat, a hand extended to offer a shake. "Sorry. It's been a long day," she started, trying to ease her obvious irritated expression. "We're glad you're here. Thank you. Millie, was it?" There's a slight smile that she gives the other before moving around the desk to properly greet her. "I'm Amanda."

"A little bit," she said, snickering behind him as she lurked throughout the store. It was a cute, little place. Glasses, sunglasses. A pair of the latter were brought to her face, trying them off and then she huffed. "Those are not it," she said, unimpressed by the item before putting it back in its place. Taking a moment to look around, Ola grabbed a pair of frames and handed them over to him. "Try these."

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"Self-defense?" she nearly scoffed, finding that reasoning to be particularly boring. "I mean. I suppose it's cooler than just dancing in front of your phone. That's what's boring as fuck," her shoulders rolled into a shrug, unsure if she was impressed or not by the self-defense story. "So, you fought someone? You must've kicked their ass if you went viral."

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Maybe there was nothing to place. She didn't know him. He was merely a stranger that she ran into on the streets of DC. Kirsty didn't understand why things felt so foggy and unsure. "Yeah," she started before a sigh exhaled. "Kirsty Cotton. I don't think, uh, I don't know you. Sorry about that," she spoke as a hand ran through her hair, clearly embarrassed. She felt terrible for disturbing the other.

"diana? is that you?" zatanna questioned as she took a step towards the familiar face, a smile pulling at the edges of her lips. it was hard not to feel complete relief at the fact there was a face that rang a bell in her mind, that was from the home she knew. it put her more at ease. "you know i'm kind of upset i didn't find you earlier."

"Yes," she turned only to find a familiar face. Her expression lit up with joy at the sight of an old friend. "Zatanna! It is so good to see you!" Diana spoke genuinely. She had ran into Bruce and he had no idea who she'd been, so there was her own feeling of relief that rushed through her. "How long have you been in DC?"

(¸.• ♛ → "Faith!" when she heard her name calling, she was sure who that person was and she was oh so relief that her sister was here, after everything that happened, she didn't want to lose her again. when she approach her, grace embraced her in a hug as well. "i thought i lost you too." she admitted, now pulling away a bit to look at her. "are you okay? for how long have you been here?"

She hugged her sister tight, as if Grace were to be pulled away from her once more. They'd been through hell and back. There was no way Faith was going to let her slip away. Not again. "I'm okay, yeah. I'm alright," she nodded once they pulled apart. "No. Not at all. I got here about a month ago? What about you?"

"Oh," she stated, her face shifting to a much more softer expression. "No, no," a hand gestured at him. "I'm just about done here," she gave Anakin a kind smile. "And, I'm doing good. Great, even. I'm glad you stopped by. It's always good to see you," that grin refused to fade. "Would you like to go get lunch? My treat. If you are not busy, of course."

andarna  turned  to  the  other  in  confusion.  “you…  you  died?”  okay,  confusing.  could  something  have  brought  the  other  back?  there  was  all  sorts  of  magic  and  powers  out  there,  wasn't  there?  “i'm  sorry.”  she  was.  sure,  andarna  could  be  grumpy  but  she  had  some  empathy.  “i  don't  know  either.  i  have  seen  people  from  my  world  but  they  don't  know  what  happened  to  make  us  human.  or…  how  to  fix  it.  so  i  don't  know  what  to  do  with  this…”  she  gestured  towards  her  human  body.  “things  are  different  here,  other  than  me  being  like  this.”

"Yes," she stated, keeping it entirely factual. "I do not know why nor do I know how I am here, but I died and I returned to live a life as a human. As you can see." As Andarna spoke, she nodded. "The realm may be full of magic. Things that we can't explain, but we are here," her shoulders did roll into a shrug, not even sure if what she said had made any sense. Dreamfyre wish that she had the answers for the young dragon, but she did not. "I have noticed that. This place.. It's unlike where I am from, too. More.. advanced? I was told. Technology is everywhere."

SAMARA WEAVING & KATHRYN NEWTON as grace and faith macaullay in ready or not 2: here i come (2026)