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The way Rick looked at the alternate version of Summer spoke volumes. He just knew whatever plan that she had was a bad one. Even if he wasn't too familiar with the planet to really tell. Something just made him believe that it wasn't.

"Wh-What you need is several guns and at least a few explosives, you're not going to get anywhere doing... whatever you planned," In truth, he was only half listening. So he didn't even know the full extent of what she wanted to do.

As he walked over to a certain part of the garage, he pressed a button. Only for the wall to sink back within itself, turn around, and reveal weaponry hung up in specialized slots.

"Here -- take some of mine a-and just go fucking HAM, i-it's not like you have anything to lose."

[explosions-and-chill]

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you looked like a Morty." Summer tilts her head, examining the girl carefully but with a strange sympathy in her eyes for the child soldier. "A very intimidating Morty."

For once, an old habit is paying off to use her human hologram when Zes left recently. To anyone who looks at her she appears to be a human with odd eye color. With her usual magenta jacket and long skirt. Her Pak disguised as a backpack.

Which was great since her instincts said this woman was dangerous. Though nothing suggested she was in danger right now. It was a similar feeling to those she lives with. It's why she wasn't tense.

However, it also could be a certain hunter Zim in her life that's making her overthink with just a first meeting.

She can already hear Knelt saying this looks friend-shaped when she eventually texts him about this.

"Yeah, I don't know what the hell that means but that is a first." Zes just sips the hot chocolate as she just looks at Summer.

"Here I thought I wore too much pink to be intimidating anymore. Drat." The sass comes out naturally but not to the point it would be considered too rude.

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"Oh, five hundred credits should be fine," the white-haired Summer says, doing a little math in her head as she gnaws politely on a wad of watermelon gum. The Agronian metal safely housing the antimatter core was the most expensive part, and it had cost about four hundred on the black markets of A-89 and K-AR. With labor and the rest, five hundred is about right. It's certainly not cheap, but it's a good deal for what he's getting. Five hundred credits is a bit more than a lesser gun would cost, but this is far from being a lesser gun. The craftsmanship is truly impeccable. It's the kind of gun that'll be around for a good, long time. "Just keep it away from any grandkids or curious Jerrys," she says with a rasping little chuckle. Her voice sounds incredibly hoarse, like someone with a sore throat, but it's light, and not threatening in any way. Most of her friends are used to it. "Or you can add a thumbprint activator fairly easily."

"Yeah. I'll uh, I'll add the thumbprint activator portion my own... Thanks." He says, giving her another once over. There's a few seconds that he debates even saying anything, but it's better to let it be known at this point. After all... If this Summer was like all the other Summer's he's known in the past... Then communication shouldn't be too hard.

"Hey, uh, y'know, I gotta say..." Rick starts, looking down at the weapon, then up at her. "Never really seen a ... Summer with white hair. You dye your hair because this is some sort of phase of yours or is that natural?"

[redhaired-renegade]

"I appreciate you coming here, Autumn. I know my office isn't the warmest, most hospitable place, but... it felt the most appropriate. Please, have a seat." Summer pours two cold glasses of water and sets them on the table in the staggered seating area in front of her desk, then sinks into a black wingback leather chair—the only dark piece of furniture in the silver and white room that matches the rest of the decor of the Haven. Meg's chair, no doubt. As always, she sits straight up in her seat, gloved hands folded neatly on her lap, and as always, she is unsmiling... but there is something at ease about her, as their usually is with Autumn. Something like recognizing kin.

"The colors of the Haven have grown on me. I find they have a sense of... Tranquility to them. And you know I appreciate our times together." Mostly. Autumn takes a seat directly across from Summer with a smile, settling her arms on the arm rests while she crosses one leg over the other.

Most appropriate for... What?

Her curiosity is piqued, and she briefly wonders...

"Is something wrong?" She asks, furrowing her brow. Their last interaction together had gone well, as they usually do, and Autumn wonders if something's come up that she could assist with. It wouldn't be the first time they had worked together for a mission. But Summer seems... well, as relaxed as she can seem. And she's seen Summer in..."work" mode.

Autumn leans forwards, taking a sip of water from her glass. After a moment she shakes her head and waves her last question away with one hand, as if she's already answered it.

"It's something else, I take it. You wouldn't have invited me here if there was a mission I could assist with." Would she?

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Rick barely even turned towards the other. “If I wanted to know, I would ask, but I don’t. Whatever you do is your business.”

[paramounticebound]

"I have to say, you're the last person I thought I'd ever see again. I'm glad I let you live."

Let. She wasn’t wrong, though having been bested stung his ego, and the scar that her arrow had gifted him remained as prominent as ever. Khan managed to contain his thoughts inside of his skull and only let the shadow of a smile paint his expression. 

     “Am I to consider that something of a compliment, Summer?”

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[s-stutteringbill]

Continued from here.

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Summer holds his gaze for what most normal people without anxiety would consider an unnerving amount of time. She spaces out a little bit, suddenly overwhelmed with that weird maternal urge to scoop him up and take him somewhere safe and keep him safe forever and kill the fucking clown and burn down the fucking town and go to a dimension where his brother is still alive and grab him too and for fuck’s sake, just… just…

…fix it…

She snaps out of it with a little shake of her head, a strand of white falling down out of its neat bun.  

“I… haven’t seen snow, yet, this winter.” Summer looks up, blinking, a snowflake falling on her lash. “Is there anywhere in town you’d like to show me? We could just go for a walk.”

Bill feels his heart jump a little after they stare for some time, but then he feels she’s gone for a moment. Something in his gut aches. Not like a stomachache or anxious butterflies, but something dissonant and unreal. He doesn’t know what or why, but he doesn’t question it, standing quietly until she shakes her head and he looks up as she does.

Bill thinks for a moment, folding both arms across his chest and tucking his gloved hands under his arms.

“... me and my friends... w--we h-have a... w-we have a hangout by the train tracks. It’s not really a s-s-suh-secret place or anything. B--but i-it’s by the pond a-and we drink hot ch---chocolate and try to see who c--can throw rocks farthest on the ice...”

He purses his lips, feet shuffling in his boots.

“I-I-I dunno if you’d want to see it but it’s a very p-p---peaceful place... for me...”

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Good help is hard to come by these days, and that’s why dishing out more than enough money is always enough it seems to draw people in to help.

An underground corporation protected by very strict and sometimes dangerous government branches and individuals of the United States have recently reached out to a woman who they have found to be highly advanced in her intel and resources. Now with them not having time to investigate how liable she is to this operation and how worthy of a candidate she is, they really had their hands tied. As well as they had no time to wait for her to make any long decision, they sent her records, legal documents, and even enough fundings that would perhaps help further her research for the next 15 to 20 years.

On the day of her receiving her benefits she would receive a phone call about 2 hours after her initial delivery. This call coming from a man who was older In his years, and yet still having a voice which was intimidating to most he encountered.

“Hello Summer, I do hope you have come to a conclusion on our proposal...now if you aid us on this 4 week project, we will double what you have just received. What do you say?”