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|| codename: persephone.

“ Mm. Very classic.”

Estefania held on to a semblance of seriousness until the other woman laughed; she dissolved into her own bell-like, boisterous giggles. Smiling with kindness, she listened. Steph had a way about her that communicated empathy or sympathy without making someone feel pitied. “You’re not alone, Honeybee.”

“Good to meet you. It’s Emily, isn’t it?” They’d been told her name and how long she’d trained with the organization, but nothing else. “It’s been a few years here.” Steph had begun training at the age of seventeen and become one of the first Graces nigh on two months to her twentieth birthday. That was forever ago; almost six long, colorful, beautiful, fast years past. Years written by Homer and Euripides, touched by Aristophanes.

“Thank you! Maybe I could do something for you some day? You seem like the emerald green peekaboo type.” Steph smiled, reaching out her hand. “I was just heading to the west gardens. Join me?”

years -- this woman had been here for years. years of training, years of powers; emily couldn’t even begin to imagine what that was like, but steph hardly seemed to have suffered for it. that was a good thing, right? pink hair and venus fly traps aside, the woman seemed very well adjusted, and that spoke of possibly good outcomes for the other, as well. “ emily, yes. uh -- em. they called me medusa? “ it fit, granted; she knew the myths. that didn’t mean she quite understood the need for codenames, or even truly what they were, only that she wasn’t human, or human anymore, and that was all that mattered. how she’d gotten the powers, she still didn’t know. twisting her fingers against each other, she offered a small smile. “ there are gardens? this place is a lot bigger than i thought it was. “ lips pursed, she glanced around the room, as if a wall might slide away to reveal some new and great secret ( and who knew, it was definitely possible. it might ). “ uh, yeah, sure. i’d like that. i’d like to see more of where i’m going to be living, anyway. i don’t... really know what to expect, you know? “

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Steph (realizing she was a bit—ehem, intense from the scene before) noticed Emily’s body language, and elected to bring it down a few notches. “You look exactly like I did. Well, maybe a little less defensive than me, but—” Her voice was much lower in volume now, and had taken on a calmer tempo with a humorous touch. She understood where Emily was at in that moment; thrown out of her normalcy, swept up in something unknown, and probably terrified of herself.

Steph looked over her shoulder, a joyful expression faltering, as if she had remembered something unpleasant. However, when she looked back to Emily her smile had returned; soft, bright and apologetic. “Sorry about the theatrics.” She said with a true sincerity. “ You must be scared a bit shitless. Not of me — I hope— just, of all this.” She gestures around the room. “ It’s a lot to take in.”

“ I mean, the corinthian columns are a bit much for a room this size.”

“It does seem a tad dramatic. I always preferred Ionic.” Emily managed to keep the same straight face and serious tone for maybe fifteen seconds, before she dissolved into giggles, breathless and sweet; it felt so good to laugh again. She’d been so serious lately, and having someone pull a laugh from her -- it meant a lot. Lifting her head, she smiled at the bright woman, twisting her hands in front of her. “I’m not scared of you Just -- everything’s a lot for me right now. But, uhm -- it’s nice to meet you. Have you been here long, or are you relatively new?” What what she understood, it was a lot larger of an operation than she would ever see, but they’d promised to help her learn how to control and figure out the extent of her new abilities, so she’d joined. Of course, she didn’t really know what that meant yet, either -- what would be expected of her, when she finally learned to control it? “I like your hair.”

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“I named her Bridget; she is cute and elegant and you cannot put her in the compost!!“ “Estephania it is a venus fly trap the size of a donkey, serves no purpose and it almost killed one of my scientists. It’s going.” “ He’s fine!” A woman with chopped hot pink hair shouted over her shoulder as she huffed out of one room into the next, heels clacking.

Estephania stood a towering five foot four without her heels on, and had enough sass in her for a person twice her size. It was clear from first glance that she was the type of woman to be described as a spitfire. Spotting the stranger, she stopped in her tracks. “Damn honey, you already look like you need a drink.” She smiled with genuine empathy. “I’m Estephania, I think you’re my new team mate. Need a hand?”

It was quiet the introduction; pink hair, high heels, and a loud voice exclaiming -- well, she wasn’t entirely certain the backstory there, but the woman startled Emily none the less. Working in a museum, you almost got used to the quiet atmosphere; even with everything that’s happened { her hands clench at the thought }, she’s still used to quiet. Something tells her that she won’t get a lot of it, in the next few months. The woman’s attention turned on her, and Emily shrunk back instinctively, dropping her gaze, just in case. She didn’t feel threatened, per say -- the woman, Estephania, seemed friendly enough, empathetic to the sense of loss that surrounded her -- but that didn’t mean that something wouldn’t go wrong. She still didn’t know how to control this, and being swept into -- whatever this was, was overwhelming. “Is it that obvious?” A weak attempt at a joke, but at least she was talking, glancing up through dark eyelashes to flash a quick, nervous smile.

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