Examine! Clarissa
you’re not around to witness rennard get beaten into shape – just what comes after. (companion to this.)
examine.
once the radio tower goes to shit, you’re beyond livid; you’ve got a rage that turns outward into a physical force that almost makes you tremble, almost makes you laugh. so you spit on them all, and explode through the interpol cordon and away into the night.
what happens in between isn’t what’s important; what’s important is the boss, well, he’s always had a particular way with words, and a particular way with finding people who don’t want to be found, even someone as good in the field as you are. and he brings you back; it takes some time and some blood, but he doesn’t put a bullet in your head, the way you thought he would.
you haven’t decided if you hate him for that, but whatever the case, it catches you off guard, and both you and he know that’s enough to hook you. for the time being.
you don’t see rennard again until a month into your uh, ‘reeducation.’ the base you’ve been sent to is unfamiliar, out on one of the less populated islands along kanto’s coast, and that alone has your teeth on edge. some privileged little agent favorite is to babysit you for this stretch. you’re not looking forward to it.
she meets you just outside. and there’s a moment when you almost recognize her. and then you don’t.
see, you’ve always had a keen eye for discrepancies. it’s part of what makes you so goddamn good. not that you really need it now, because this? this ekans already jumped up and bit you.
so sure, she’s wearing the same bones, the same skin, the same nose and the same mouth. but everything’s been shifted a little to the left. the cut of her uniform’s changed; it’s cleaner, nicer fabric. her hair’s been pulled back, opening up her face and neck. the hat’s gone. her head sits more straight, her spine is stacked all nice and neat. and the more you look, the deeper it goes. the flat line of her lips. the equally flat line of her brows. and her eyes. those aren’t the same at all. not even close.
for a minute, the pair of you stare into each other. and as you do, you notice that she notices you, notices you seeing her. whoever the fuck she is.
and she smiles.






