#studdedfetch

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     [ Between the activists and what was left of the DUPers, Fetch was pretty busy during most days. She'd taken to scribbling warnings in neon on the walls, taunts, even defaced a few anti-conduit billboards for fun. Tagging, after all, was half her charm. Idly, she swept a hand through her bangs, tongue in cheek as her right arm charged with vibrant light. Her arm thrust forward, and from it burst a bubbling red beam. She seared a design into the far building -- cascading swirls and macabre skulls that twisted like time itself was tearing them apart. ]

     [ Her teeth bared in a grin, watching her art light up the Seattle skyline, muting the stars. It was damn gorgeous. And she was gonna do it every God damn night if she had to. If she felt like it. She didn't even need a reason. This was power. This was what conduits could do. Equal parts beauty and danger. ]

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     [ The chewing on her lower lip was relentless. Her gaze was focused on the phone in hard hands, and each time her fingers moved to tap the keys, she hesitated. ]

                   [ text;; Smokes ]:

     [ The empty box mocked her for her hesitation, the cowardice that burned in her face and arms. She lifted a hand to swipe at her nose, before finally pounding in the message and forcing herself to send it. ]

                   [ text;; Smokes ]: I gotta talk to you about something.                                                     Meet me at my old perch. - LG                    [ send» successful ]

     [ Finally, she forced out a sigh, hands holding her forehead as her legs dangled over the edge of the billboard. She could already feel a cold sweat clinging to her back. Nerves were hell. ]

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     [ It made her twitchy. Sitting      there, waiting. She knew      where they were gonna be      and when they were gonna      be there. It made her blood      boil -- all the people wrecking      their lives like they had nothing      better to live for. Abigail swallow-      -ed the hard lump in her throat,      and glanced one again at the      name inscribed in her nest. ]

                                            "This's for you."

     [ Her voice wavered only slightly,      but still her focus stayed sharp.      Her eyes narrowed into the      distance. It was time. Balancing      her weight, she crouched carefully,      eyeing the dark alley a few blocks      away. Popping out for a smoke.      Like he was on break from some      minimum wage shite job -- ]

     [ It was empowering. Even from      here she could see the bright light      pierce his chest, could see it spiral      out as it pinned him to the far wall.      She felt every stroke, every length      of color that enamored the walls. A      grin pulled at her lips. ]