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It was odd but then again perhaps that best thing one can do with amnesia.  It would certain spare one pain if their past life was traumatic.  Aurelie felt the looks herself, though it seemed they were not directed at her.  She finished her food quickly and informed KAZ that she could call Erik back with car, after paying the check for their food. 

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Morning did not come soon enough and KAZ was awake before five. If she was quick enough she could have this done pick up her earnings and be back by eight. Still giving them plenty of time to peruse the city and see it's wonders. Moving around the penthouse as quietly as possible the pale woman grabbed weapons and hid the other ones. Once all was in order she called up Erik informing him to keep Auri company if she wanted it. The blonde stoic male sighed but nodded and headed toward the kitchen in an attempts to have breakfast ready for when his guest wakes up. The last thing KAZ heard was him cursing in the kitchen before closing the door with a soft click.

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OMG WHAT IS GOING ON!?

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Road Trip?

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She chuckled “Yes but it’s a fact that is often overlooked by most other people.” She said softly, and looked at the food in front of her, taking a bite and nodding in approval.  It was quite good actually. She looked up at the other woman, she had to admit her own childhood was a blur, her memory of her parents selective, the fights between them blocked out perhaps?  “I see..some sort of trauma or?” She flushed “No wait that’s rude….I shouldn’t pry into something like that.”

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A prompted small chuckle escaped her “It is fine. I do not remember and do not bother to find out what I have lost. The past has not effected my immediate choices thus out of sight out of mind I believe the saying goes.” With that she did not comment further on the subject and began eating her food. It was pleasant but did not beat the taste of the fries that came one the side. They were nicely salted and made from real potatoes. She was about to finish her meal when she felt the looks and she immediately wanted to leave. KAZ did not need to feel uneasy over her dinner. “When you are ready I can call Erik back with that car.” she offered with a forced smile.

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Why yes I am stealing this...

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His height made it easier to look over the heads of the crowd as he followed the young woman, watching sight of billowing white hair from time to time enough to keep him on track. However, the further they ran, the more the crowd lessened. Quick glances around confirmed his fears, finding the areas becoming more run-down, a little more secluded.

Dangerous.

Connor’s lungs burned as the girl turned into an alley, the former officer twisting his own weight on his feet as he skidded around the corner after her. Finally, she was trapped, leaving Connor the luxury to slow down and recover his breath. The still bandaged wound at his side was screaming at him, muscles cramping as he forced himself to walk further into the alley. He didn’t want to limp or grasp the area, not wanting to make it obvious beyond the cast on his arm that he was further injured, and therefore more vulnerable.

Instead, he stood at his full height, knowing he could use that to his advantage with other suspects in the past. Breathing hard through his nose, Connor finally came to a stop a few feet away from the woman, good hand curled tight around the handles of the paper bag from the store he’d been holding. It was wrinkled now, torn in a corner, but the clothing inside that he’d bought for his fiance as a random gift were still safe.

“So. Wanna tell me… whew… wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Swallowing in an attempt to wet his dry throat, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, a little put off by the girl’s calm expression. She didn’t even seem all that winded.

“I’m sure if we go back and you return th’dress… er, what’s left of it… we can talk it over and everyone can walk away. What d’you say, miss?”

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KAZ at first said nothing simply looking at him. He was out of breath but standing tall and proud. As he neared closer she had to raise her head to meet his hazel eyes with her mercury unblinking ones. The man with his six foot five inches towered over the small five foot six inch pale woman. Small even breaths escaped her as she stood stock still almost rigid and she did not answer him at first. The only sound that could be heard was the dull roar from the concrete jungle around them. KAZ just stood there until her soft voice broke the silence in the alley. “ I have no intention of going back to the store. The dress is ruined and it would be a waste of time. Instead I was hoping you could answer a few questions of mine. It is for some research I am doing.”

Remembering his arm the pale woman commented “You seem to be in pain please take a seat.” and without waiting for him to respond she looked around untill she found two empty crates and placed them both a foot apart.

Taking a seat she dusted her hands on her dress and looked up at the man. “ I assumed that you are an officer of the GCPD but the fact that you are injured suggest sick leave. Thus you had no reason to act but you did. What are the reasons that you stopped me? No one else in Gotham would have.”

KAZ crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap showing she had no inclination to move for quiet some time.

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“Well… I was created from a person. He offered himself to our facility and they fixed his being into a microchip that they inserted into me. I’m like… a robotic clone of him. I could be a brother, almost. Poor bloke passed away before we escaped.” Roger shakes his head with a sigh. “I got my own body though. My own looks with his personality. Weird, huh? What kind of organs do you have? I think that could be a part of why you can’t display much emotion.”

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She shook her head "It is not odd. It is interesting. I have never met anyone that has been augmented as you have and my condolences. My enhancements are in my nervous system, parts of my cranium and my right arm. I hypothesize the problem to be the inhibitors within my brain." A small sigh escaped her "At times though I feel a tightening in my chest or a hollow feeling in my lower abdomen. Sadly, I cannot place a name to any of these responses." 

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“Oh, yeah. M’sorry, I forgot about that. I was made in Cork. In Ireland. Uh…” Roger nibbles his lip with a soft chuckle as he watched the other with wide eyes, his head tilting to both sides as if he were listening to music. “What about you? You kin’a remind me of me friend Noodle. She’s like us. Just… violent. Scary and violent.” With another soft chuckle, the man starts to bag the records as he waited for her response, one long arm holding out the bag for her.

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"We are similar in certain aspects but I am only forty percent augmented. The other sixty percent is vital organs and my original body makeup." Fishing out the amount needed from her wallet she paid with one hand and took the bag with the other. Hedwig stood silent for a second then couldn't resist asking "How is it that you are able to blend in so well?" She was unsure why it was so difficult to form the next words "...I am unable to display emotions as well as you do." 

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Roger raises his eyebrows in shock at what she had said, his fingers fluffing his hair a bit as he struggled to understand. He’d never been a real smart… anything. “You sure, love? How about you pay fo’ half and I’ll give you the other half free?” With a childish grin and a slight wink, the thin man picks up the box with a mechanical whir as he made his way to a more clear area, his fingers sifting through the records. “I’ll get a bag fo’ you.”

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"Oh no that.... " Hedwig stopped her ears picking up on the sound. "How?" she thought to herself then took a quick scan of his biology. He was indeed something robotic yet his emotions made her believe otherwise. Records forgotten she tilted her head to the side "Interesting. Rodger may I ask where you were manufactured or is that one of those "None of your business" questions. I apologize if it is."

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“Yeah, yeah. Follow me, Hedwig.” Roger hops down from his perch on the back of a bench and leads her to a back corner where he stopped and sifted through some boxes. A few moments later he pulls out a crate filled with Elvis records of all kinds, setting it on a table for her to look. “Sorry ‘bout the mess. Kin’a the only way we can get organized.”

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"Everyone has their own system to keep order." Hedwigs expressionless face seemed to brighten a little at the sight of the box. Grazing her fingers over them she began sifting though them. By the time she was done looking she made her decision. Looking back at him there was a soft smile on her face. "I would like to purchase them all please. If it is not to much trouble." 

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Roger clapped happily before looking around with her in mock confusion, his shoulders rising and falling in a casual shrug. No more than five seconds later he starts to giggle. “You’re in Rebel Rebel Records. We sell music, clothes, instruments, coffee, food. Really random crap. Spinny hats, skateboards, comics. I could go on. I’m Roger, it’s a pleasure.”

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"A pleasure Roger. My name is KAZ although most address me by Hedwig." She had never seen a store quiet like this one before and couldn't help the curious looks. While looking around she took note of the records and wandered over. Skimming though them she asked "By any chance would you have anything related to the deceased Elvis Presely?"    

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Roger nods at the newcomers with a grin, hopping over the cluttered counter with a loud crash as he knocked over some cymbals. Once he was straightened out, he bows. “Ello, mates and lady. Something I can do you for? Oh and be careful, me mate kinda spilled soda everywhere.”

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KAZ blinked at all the clutter and mess careful not to step in the soda and nodded. "Hello." Looking around she wondered were she was. At times The pale cyborg would be thinking to much and end up somewhere new once she came to. "Where am I?"

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Green and Mercury || Dean/KAZ

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Stairs. Stairs were good. He could survive in a stairwell if worse came to worse. He figured that he could do that much. He hoped. He followed after her, taking the stairs two at a time, but finding that it was steadier than he thought it would be, and was able to get to her floor without having any major  mishaps and tripping over one stair and having to stumble up a few was not major, so he didn’t count that. He broke from the stairwell and looked over his shoulder at her. “Gotham?” he asked, confused as to the place and the ‘how’ t ha the got there. “Sounds like my kinda city,” he said finally. “You know if people are allowed to hunt here?” he asked, giving up on trying to curb his words. He was getting used to the road taking him to strange places, and stranger still was the fact that everything seemed to be Chicago, New Orleans, or some strange city that he’d never heard of. “Yeah, pretty much always. My home is my car,” he said with a bit of pride. He had been with his ‘home’ for nearly thirty years. That said something to how well that car had been tended to. “You always in Gotham? Workin’ for your employer that named ya?” he asked, but he was curious about the city. He wanted to learn more about it, he wanted to see it. Perhaps in the morning.

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He bound past her and she shook her head keeping up with him at a slightly slower pace. Listening to him her ears perked up when he had asked about the hunting and that is were he is different comes in. “There are quiet a few vigilantes living within this town. They deal justice as they see fit.” she answered to his question “I presume that was what you are referring to. It is quite common for a few to pass through at a time.” Walking past him she stopped at the fourth landing and began fishing for a key from her pocket. Listening to him explain about his “home” she was reminded of memories when she was taking random contracts were she could get them. Most were few and far apart at the time but as the years went on she had obtained a decent resume and reference sheet. Didn't hurt that she was working for Mr. Dent now but that was another thought.

Shaking her head she opened the door “No. I leave the city from time to time. Mainly for contracts that have a similar job description as to main source of income.” Stepping inside to an immaculately clean room was like opening the door to an alternate universe where not a single thing was out of place. The room was studio loft with an open kitchen meticulously placed furniture. It would seem unlived in if it weren’t for a random item if you paid close attention you would catch glimpses of random Elvis novelty items littering the shelves and piles of books stacked neatly on all flat surfaces. “Water or Everclear?” she asked making her way to the kitchen.

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Road Trip?

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She looked at the other woman with suprise, she had never been praised for surviving it, they only looked at her with pity at the mention of Arkham.  “I…suppose you’re right…but no one ever seems to have thought of it that way.” She said softly.  Running her finger through her hair.  “I suppose I did…but any growing I’ve done is also stunted by…my inability to form well…relationships… most of the time.” She said softly. She shrugged “I do better with women than I do with men.” She added nervously.  “but thank you…for pointing that out Kaz because I hadn’t even thought of it…”

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“ I was merely stating a fact. There is no need for thanks” before she could comment on the situation further their food was brought out to them. It was still steaming and with a nod from their waitress she left them to their food. KAZ looked down at her food for a second and felt a tightening in her gut. It wasn't hunger but she had a feeling it was caused by the deceiving she had been doing so far. Then the words from Mr. Dent played through her mind warning her of the consequences. “Choices. Choices” the pale woman mumbled to herself. As she began taking bites out of her meal she mentioned off offhandedly “I have no memories before eight years ago.”

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“Heh, shoes too? Dey must have stomachs made of metal or sumfin.” He stepped inside and looked in wonder at all the little counters chocked full of various meats, vegetables and pastas. He would have much preferred if it were just the two of them so he could have eaten as messily as he wanted to. Then again, his ‘polite restaurant manners’ were never up to scratch to begin with. He started with a dinner plate and piled it high with a cheesy pasta, chicken wings and carrots, looking like a small mountain than anything. 

When he was satisfied with his choices he joined her at the table with a rather large grin. “Two, four, six, eight, dig in’ dun wait.” His little mantra was cut short by him stuffing a rather large spoonful of food into his mouth, not even bothering to wait for her to get her own meal.

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Watching as he piled on his food she chuckled to herself. Meanwhile the ghostly looking cyborg grabbed a little from everything. Taste varying from salty to tangy, to sour and sweet. At times it all tasted the same to her. KAZ did not have a particular preference when it came to food but when she did find something she enjoyed she would eat it until she found something else better. At the moment she enjoyed french fries above all else. Grabbing a little extra golden sticks when she passed them by she deemed her plate was satisfactory.

Taking a seat across from her new acquaintance she caught the tail end of a saying. Eyebrow raising a centimeter and about to comment she decided against it and dug into her own plate. KAZ was working on her rice when she felt eyes on her. Glancing around she noticed shy and completely direct staring. Their looks did not bother but they did distract her and make her feel a bit uneasy. Placing her fork down she sighed. Looking across the table she asked with a small miniscule smile “Are you enjoying your meal?”

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