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Eve kept eating as the other spoke, barely managing to hear her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to know what was going on, but when it came to food, Evangeline couldn’t help but putting almost all her attention to it. Especially when she wasn’t eating some crap, but a decent meal—which didn’t happen often. “Tell me something I don’t know. All of us are trying to keep ourselves under the radar, aren’t we?” She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Who the Hell would take that much trouble, though? That was something she simply couldn’t put her mind around it.

“I know nothing about guns, you know? Never had one, never used one. But I’m good with knives.” More like good with her only knife. She promptly finished up the soup, then staring at the empty plate as if she couldn’t believe she’d already ate it all. “Not scaring me… But that sounds hella weird. And painful, too. Rather have a knife instead of implants. Not that I could ever pay for implants of any kind, anyway.”

“You know, Arabesque loves knives. You want to see her get excited -- or, you know, something other than angry or annoyed -- bring that up with her. She’s super into it.” Juku flexed her fingers, and razor-sharp blades extended and withdrew. “I can’t afford these either. Well, maybe I could afford some of them now, but I wouldn’t. I mean -- when I was around your age, the group I was with did this to me. I didn’t exactly have a choice. They kind of did whatever they wanted.”

Juku bit her lip, signs of distress showing on her face. “I’m sorry, you have your own stuff to deal with--”

She was cut off by Arabesque’s entrance. “Aria traced it. We know who’s been paying to find Eve.”

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Evangeline stared at the gun Harajuku was offering her, not sure if she wanted to laugh about the ridiculousness of it all or just hide in the nearest spot. “You sure you wanna give me that?” She asked, extending her hand to grab it. It wasn’t like she knew how to get a proper hold of it, or how to use it. Still, it couldn’t be that hard, right? All she needed to do was to pull the trigger, if the occassion required it. But weren’t they in a safe place? She wouldn’t need to do such a thing. So she took the gun, nodded in agreement at what the other said and stood in her place, doing nothing but looking around, checking out the surroundings. Not the nicest place one could possibly be in, but certainly better than the ones she usually frequented. At least the ceiling didn’t look like it might fall off from one minute to the other.

As expected, nothing happened in Harajuku’s absence—at least not where Evangeline was located. She sat once again, putting the gun beside her and taking the spoon instead. In the blink of an eye, Eve was eating the whole thing up, looking like the hungriest child. Evidently, she didn’t really care about manners and didn’t give a second thought when it came to pretend being civilized. “Thanks.” She uttered, mouth still half full. “Any news?”

Juku went back to assembling her rifle after retrieving her handgun and placing it back into its holster. “I think they’re still going over the data. People are intentionally hard to trace when it comes to stuff like this, you know?”

She locked the bolt into place and placed it on its stand on the table. “As for your question earlier -- that’s honestly not that powerful of a gun, don’t worry. It’d be enough to alert me to danger, so you’ll be fine. I have a couple of Desert Eagle guns on my back holster, if you want to hold one. I only carry four guns, usually, I’m only okay at shooting. I mostly carry knives and bombs and a few assorted other weapons. I’ve got a garrote wire in here somewhere,” she said, gesturing at her jacket. “And of course, I’ve got the razor implants in my fingers and my prosthetics are super sharp, and my teeth are filed and diamond-reinforced, and -- oh god, I’m scaring you, I’m so sorry.”

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The teen just waited there, feeling like a useless piece of trash someone forgot in this goddamn world she didn’t belong to. Once the door was opened, she got in as fast as her limbs could permit it, so she wouldn’t give anyone an excuse to complain about her, or her lack of interest in getting shit done. Because—well, she had said interest. She was just worn off, too tired to even dare to try to start solving the problem she was thrown into. Besides, she was pretty convinced of the fact that there was little she could do on her own. Maybe it’d be better if she simply let these gals solve it for her.

Whichever her final decision was, all she had to do now was to keep following them, like a lost puppy that’s been rescued. The mere thought of it bugged Evangeline, who let out a huff out of the sheer frustration and stress this situation caused her. “Yeah, okay. Whatever.” Eve replied without even facing Harajuku. She wanted to eat something, lie down and forget about everything. If only going to sleep could make all of this go away… But she knew it wouldn’t. “Do you have anything to eat? It’s been a while since I got my last bite… And I don’t want to be a bother, but I’m really starving.” She said, taking an almost longing look to the rifle the other was assembling. Funny thing—she had a knife to defend herself. A goddamn knife she had to steal, that was barely of any help, but still better than nothing.

“Of course, don’t worry.” Harajuku pulled a handgun out of her belt and handed it, hilt first, to Evangeline. “Safety’s on. I better not hear gunshots unless you’re being attacked,” she said with a wink. “I’m just going to run down the hallway, yell for me if there’s an issue.”

Harajuku rifled through the kitchen, grabbing a can of soup and heating it up in a bowl in the microwave. Unlike Arabesque, Harajuku seemed to genuinely care about Eve’s well-being, both physically and emotionally. For a stone-cold assassin, Juku was surprisingly soft-edged, a person who would rather avoid violence than get herself deeper in. She had never had a choice in what she did for a living. Now that she could think for herself, she wanted to be a good person.

Finding a spoon, she grabbed a couple pieces of bread and walked back down the hallway, placing them and the soup in front of Evangeline.

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Evangeline simply sighed, weighing the option of staying in the car—not that she had it, anyway. But it was the most comfy place she’s been in a long time (which was terribly sad, wasn’t it?) and the emotional distress she went through in the past hour (only the past hour?) left her drained. Energy gone, will to spout sarcastic remarks vanished. She needed to get some rest, maybe eat something, too. Nothing out of the normal for the rest of people out there. Making the greatest of efforts, she almost crawl her way out of the car, taking a look at her surroundings. No—not a single bell rang. She’s never been there before.

“’Kay, I’m coming.” Eve muttered, her feet dragging across the ground. She was probably acting a little childishly, but this entire situation was too much for her to handle it properly. Besides, she was just a teenager. “We staying here?” She asked to Harajuku, waiting right beside her for the door to be opened.

“Yeah,” Harajuku answered as Arabesque unlocked the door. It was a lot thicker than it looked on the outside, made of solid steel or iron or something heavy. Tiny Arabesque seemed to haul it open with her whole body, and Harajuku let Evangeline go in first as she watched the opposite rooftops with a wary eye, continuing to watch until Arabesque had hauled it closed again.

The inside of the house was nice enough, with one room set up like a traditional living room, complete with a tv, couch, and recliners. Further back, there was a room that appeared to be a combination armory and computer room, and behind that, a bathroom and kitchen. Weirdest, there were no windows.

Harajuku led Eve into the living room area. “Arabesque is going to check with our friend Aria to see if she figured out who’s got it out for you. You and I are going to hang out here, I guess. Don’t worry, I’m just going to set up my rifle to make sure if someone tries to get in, we’re set.” She opened the long briefcase, revealing a dissembled sniper rifle. As she started putting it together, the haze surrounding her seemed to dissapate - her boots weren’t boots at all, but prosthetics that ended below her knees and looked like razor-sharp running blades. The exposed skin on her face wasn’t smooth at all, but covered in scars.

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“What you get is what you see. I have no mad skills, not even a reputation to keep. No home, no place, no money. As much as it pains me to say it, I am the one in danger. I’m not dangerous.” She said, brow furrowing at her own words. Typically, she wouldn’t talk openly about her problems, or anything pertaining to her private life. She just wouldn’t talk, if that was possible. So having to speak about herself was as stiff as she could get, especially if she happened to be asked about her past and her family—or lack of one.

Evangeline was lost in her own trail of thoughts when the car stopped. She looked outside her window, but didn’t recognise the place. Didn’t help much with her overall mood. “Oh, that makes me feel so much better. Being in the middle of who-knows-where with two professional assassins… Dang, I’m living the dream.” Sarcasm dripped from her words, her arms now tightly crossed over her chest, a useless barrier between her and Harajuku. “Unless the State is searching for a runaway orphan, I don’t see who could be behind all of this. But I’m not to blame. I’m the one being chased, remember? Someone paying to follow me, you up my ass, a bunch of wanna-be-thugs trying to recruit me… Ain’t have time to pity her, or anyone for that matter, because they didn’t get what they wanted.”

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Harajuku seemed to think for a second before opening the door and stepping out. “No, you’re right. She is being kind of a dick about it,” she responded, opening Eve’s door. Her form looked strange in the light: her face and boots were hard to look at, as if they were cardboard cutouts or mirages, the light flickering behind them like a candle. She seemed to have almost all of her skin covered – long sleeves, long gloves, a shawl, a high-necked shirt – despite the fact that it wasn’t particularly cold out She stepped to the trunk, getting a long case out and closing the hatch as she waited for Eve to join her.

Arabesque stood at the door, eyes darting nervously from the street to Harajuku and Eve to the darkened alleys surrounding them. “Can we get moving, please? We’re sitting ducks out here.”

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“A control chip?” The teen asked, eyes darting to the rearview mirror. What the heck did she just get into? What if they were the bad guys, after all? Her mind started to point out each and every minor thing that could go wrong from now on, making her hands twitch until they became two tight fists. Maybe she should’ve ran. Or maybe she was being too paranoid—but didn’t she have good reasons? Supernatural things, spies, a shitload of money, gangs… She was always in the middle of something big and life threatening. Always in the crossfire.

“Like knowing you were a ballerina will change anything. You think I can use any of that info on my favor?” Eve turned to face Arabesque, trying to relax a slight bit. Complete failure. Evangeline’s nerves were one step too close to make her snap. “You are the guys with the money and the skills to kick butts. I’m a kid.” She mocked Arabesque’s tone when she pronounced that last word. A kid with a stolen knife and a hell to raise—but not yet.

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“It’s a known fact that I don’t appreciate being told to do something so below my caliber as watch a teenager, so I have to assume you’re… more dangerous than you look,” Arabesque snapped, clearly distressed – although whether it was due to Eve’s anxiety permeating the air or the situation in general was unclear.

The car screeched to a halt in front of a run-down row house, a few miles away from where it had started. Arabesque folded out of the car and grabbed a case out of the trunk of the car, moving more like a cat than a person. Harajuku sighed, resting her gloved hands on the wheel for a moment. “I’m sorry about her. She’s… kinda right, though. It’s not that we don’t get contracted for intel jobs, exactly, it’s just that she doesn’t. It’s kinda a thing. You want intel, you hire Save Point, or Aria. You want somebody dead, hire me. Arabesque’s an assassin too, and a mercenary. She’s not a private investigator.”

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“But you’re being paid to get information about me. Once I’m dead, the job is done. And money is gone.” Eve retorted, sounding very much like a smartass. Sometimes she simply couldn’t stop her tongue and had to say whatever that came up her mind… Which wasn’t very often, considering the wrong words could lead her to an early grave. But being this team of whatever-you-are-I-don’t-care offered some sort of protection… A little sarcasm and such wouldn’t hurt, right?

“I’m not a kid. I’m a teenager, with the experience of a freaking thirty year old or so.” She added, leaning her back against the car seat. If only she could, she’d fall asleep in a matter of one or two minutes—it was that comfortable. “Anyway… Nice to meet you, I guess. Do y’all have rare names to match with your rare occupation? Or is it just my imagination?”

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“We use codenames,” Harajuku answered, no sign of annoyance in her voice. “I go by Harajuku because loving harajuku fashion is the only thing I can really remember about my personality before I got my control chip out. She’s Arabesque because she used to be a semi-pro ballerina as a teenager.”

“Yeah, no problem, tell the kid our life stories,” Arabesque said sarcastically. “And really, as much as I could use the money from following you, I’d rather not do a job for some shifty creep who preys on kids. I can get other jobs.”

She shifted in her seat, pulling on gloves fitted with brass knuckles. “Either way, it’s not long until we find out who’s behind all this.”

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NAME: Emily Powell, goes by Arabesque AGE: 22 SPECIES: Human, technically GENDER: Female ORIENTATION: Lesbian PROFESSION: General of GRIT, leader of the Ephemera

{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Ectomorph EYES: Ice blue SKIN: Golden-brown HEIGHT: 5′0′’ WEIGHT: 98 lbs.

{ FAMILY } FAMILY: Grace Anne Powell (adoptive sister - deceased), Genetic Subject X9 (sister/genetic predecessor) - deceased) PARENTS: Jasmine Powell (adoptive mother - living) ANY PETS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ]

{ SKILLS } COMBAT: 9/10 SPEED: 8/10 STAMINA: 7/10 INTELLIGENCE: 7/10 TEAMWORK: 3/10

{ LIKES } COLORS: Black, silver, olive drab, electric blue SMELLS: Metal, anise, ozone, wood fire FOOD: Lemon bars, hummus, akilt wat FRUITS: raspberries, blueberries, pomegranate DRINKS: energy drinks, sparkling water with lime ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes [ x ] || no [ ] FAVORITES: Fancy knives, ballet, tae kwon do, violin, neon

{ OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES? yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ] DRUGS?: yes [ ] || no [ x ] || Occasionally [ ] DRIVER LICENSE?: yes [ x ] || no [ ]

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