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“Ain’t nobody who can be a bigger bitch than me, sparky.”

“I see now why Vincent failed to mention he had family.”

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“More like Chronic Mean Face.” 

“A defect it would seem we share, Mr. Valentine.”

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“I believe I have never before been accused of having puppy dog eyes.”

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-- Eve doesn’t actually wear makeup. Her ‘makeup’ has been permanently airbrushed onto her skin. When she’s tired enough, she forgets and tries to wash it off before she sleeps, until she realizes the problem.

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-- Someone can make her twitch by eating and drinking around her computers, especially anything sticky. They will be given a firm warning. If they continue, they can expect to be bodily removed from the room.

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-- Eve hasn’t given herself an upgrade since her ‘awakening’, despite suffering intense dysphoria. She regularly covers all mirrored surfaces so she doesn’t have to see her own reflection.

-- She wears gloves because looking at her uncovered hands while she works can make her have anxiety attacks.

-- While she doesn’t know the cause of this, the reason is because her hands were the part of her body Alan most changed in her design; from shorter fingers with callouses and electrical scars, to long, slender fingers with a manicure.

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-- While Eve is not required to sleep because of her android body, her mind still suffers the usual side effects of going without sleep -- restlessness, paranoia, hallucinations. These are amplified by her tendency to work through the night on projects.

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-- Eve’s willpower evaporates into thin air where chocolate is concerned; the better quality it is, the less restraint she has

-- She can’t sing. Her singing is terrible, and she knows it. Her pitch is so off that she doesn’t even sing when alone because her voice grates on her.

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new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

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Eve took a deep breath, exhaling it. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Yes, they’d soon see, wouldn’t they?

“The reports I had been given listed you as a discontinued YOHRA model, Mr. Valentine. One that hadn’t seen production in a large scale. Given the extent of the Board’s corruption, it is possible that designation was fabricated. I cannot say for certain.”

She lowered her hand, a look of concern in her wine-colored eyes.

“What I do know for certain is that those blueprints in the wrong hands can have devastating and catastrophic results…not just for androids, but the Ark on a whole. This is no exaggeration. Spies could be built to infiltrate Archangel forces under the guise of former YOHRA personnel. Viruses could be uploaded to wipe out memory banks. With enough time and resources, an army, controlled by a single entity, could be manufactured and deployed.”

“These are only a few examples.”

Honestly it was hard to pretend that his first priority was himself. Nick never had a very hardy sense of self-preservation, but otherwise he couldn’t help but hear the point Eve was making.

Nicky, you’ve always had too big a heart for your own good.

“Not to mention the continuation of some… not so good practices,” he murmured. Total lack of autonomy. Self-destruct. It was a suicide button, if one ever betrayed them.

He leaned back in his seat, and reached to strike a cigarette. “…So, Commander, why are you telling me this? I’ll bet you have the resources and manpower– and drive– within Archangel to hunt them down and get the blueprints back. I doubt an old single gumshoe is gonna do better, in your eyes.”

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“Yes,” Eve murmured. “I’ve already spent most of my life as a puppet for the ambitions of others. I would not see any of my people, or my race, meet the same fate. I no longer hold that title, Mr. Valentine, but your displeasure at my former occupation is noted.”

Frowning, she ran a hand through her hair.

“You’re correct. Archangel has resources, manpower, and drive, and we have been trying to bring the former Board to justice since the organization’s inception. Archangel is also staffed by a great many former Ark Sec and YOHRA agents.”

Her gaze lifted back to meet his.

“...as a detective, I am confident in your ability to assess the kind of risk it would be to even voice concerns of infiltration within our ranks. Archangel is built on the still smoldering remains of YOHRA and Ark Sec. What do you think would happen to our synthetic members, if rumors arose of hidden synthetic spies? Of possible terrorists?”

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His gun was still out, laid on the face of his desk between them, his metallic hand stretched beside it and ready to grab it and fire the moment he had to. But at least Nick had the courtesy to let it go– they were having a conversation, anyway. 

But still, it was hard to mask the look of dubiousness on his face. “Your blueprints. We both know I’m a… discontinued model.” 

“I think I know where you’re going with this…”

Eve took a deep breath, exhaling it. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Yes, they’d soon see, wouldn’t they?

“The reports I had been given listed you as a discontinued YOHRA model, Mr. Valentine. One that hadn’t seen production in a large scale. Given the extent of the Board’s corruption, it is possible that designation was fabricated. I cannot say for certain.”

She lowered her hand, a look of concern in her wine-colored eyes.

“What I do know for certain is that those blueprints in the wrong hands can have devastating and catastrophic results...not just for androids, but the Ark on a whole. This is no exaggeration. Spies could be built to infiltrate Archangel forces under the guise of former YOHRA personnel. Viruses could be uploaded to wipe out memory banks. With enough time and resources, an army, controlled by a single entity, could be manufactured and deployed.”

“These are only a few examples.”

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Nick finally moved then, just enough to slowly circle outwards and make his way to the window, gun still drawn on her. He turned only long enough to check outside– looking for her backup, for who she had surrounding him. So far, he saw nothing.

Eyes trailed back to her, and he rested his gun arm on his desk, still pointed at her but not held up to tremble. “Good to know I was making a big-to-do out of not too much, then. Hate to have wasted the resources you had.”

He sat down again, and despite himself gestured to his opposite chair. “…If you have units on me, I don’t suppose I stand much of a chance anyway. Might as well let you talk… so go on.”

Eve remained in place, letting him look. Telling him she had no one out there was worthless when he didn’t trust her farther than he could throw her -- and he likely couldn’t pick her up, if the state of his arm was any indication.

“As I said, I am here on personal business, and only to talk. I came alone.”

Eve glanced at the chair indicated, then looked back at him, internally debating. Finally, in a bid to try and be more accommodating, she took a seat.

“...I’m certain you already know about the YOHRA board, and how most of them are now wanted criminals. Unfortunately, as you might also have guessed...most of them also have enough resources at their disposal that they have vanished into thin air.”

Her eyelids lowered, a tight frown spreading over her lips. “...I have reason to believe that several of them took copies of...blueprints...with them. Android blueprints. Our blueprints.”

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The gun didn’t move– at least not from its sights. Unfortunately the hand holding it was starting to tremble, likely a side effect of the joint still jutting out of his forearm.

Nick was trying not to wince– holding the gun wasn’t comfortable, but he’d be damned if he showed weakness. “Forgive me for not believing you. I spent too many years with E units at my tail, I’m sure you know all about that.”

Eve closed her eyes briefly. “You had less on your tail than you were supposed to. I had you...reclassified, as a lower level threat. But you have little reason to believe me, I understand.”

It wasn’t like she had proof of YOHRA operations now. The Board had tried to destroy as many incriminating files as possible, and whatever had survived was backed up in Archangel archives beyond her clearance level -- partly at her request. She’d already been used against her men, and she wanted to try and prevent if from ever happening again.

“I am not asking you to trust me, Mr. Valentine. Only to listen. I came here to talk.”

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Nick hadn’t heard her enter, despite his keen ears; indicative that she was either very quiet or very much trying to sneak up on him. 

That was why he had his revolver out the second he made eye contact. Nick never forgot a face, especially one that he’d had in his ‘warning’ files for a long damn time. 

“…You and yours have sort of made it hard to seek professional repairs, Commander.” 

Of course he’d recognize her, and of course she’d be met with a gun. Still, Eve didn’t reach for her weapons. Instead, she crossed her arms slowly and purposefully, trying to put him more at ease. If that was possible.

Yes, she knew who he was. Or, rather, she knew the reports that she’d been given.

Eve frowned, but when she answered, it wasn’t defensive. It was, in fact, quiet.

“Neither me nor mine was involved with that. That was the Board’s doing...of which we had no control over. And no longer exists. It was dissolved alongside YOHRA.”

She let a silence follow, until speaking again some time later.

“I am not here on behalf of anyone but myself. I mean you no harm. However, you are welcome to keep aiming that gun at me if you wish.”

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He hadn’t examined his arm for a while; it was starting to ache.

His desk made for a good enough place to examine it, his coat off and his sleeve rolled up. 

It didn’t look great, one of the joints still popped out, and this time it was being stubborn about popping back into place. 

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“Please tell me you are not attempting to operate on yourself with your bare hands.”

The voice came from the doorway -- which was surprising enough, seeing as there hadn’t been any noise to indicate someone had come in. But the person who was standing there was far more shocking.

She was no longer wearing the old black uniform, instead outfitted in a new one -- an Archangel one, with a long white coat over it. But the long, wavy pink hair and intense stare was unmistakable, especially for someone who had been on the run.

YOHRA’s former commander, Eve.

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“...why am I being involved in this.”

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Crow answered with a sweet smile, clearly touched. The laugh only came out as she corrected him. Victory.

But a hand lifted to rest over hers, still on his arm. “…Can I hug you, or…”

Eve’s gaze softened. Her answer came in the form of her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close.

“Welcome back, Crow. I hope you can stay this time.”