#Farah Tall Dress Boots

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Baby Blue Metallic Open Back Longline Top & Baby Blue Metallic Micro Mini Skirt from Pretty Little Thing (n/a) & Farah Tall Dress Boots from Betsey Johnson (out of stock)

[moklebutt]

New Year's Eve at the Kennedy's

2130

John and Kate arrived at the Kennedy’s. Price wore a nice suit with a themed bowtie, little fireworks sparkled against the black silk. Laswell too donned a suit, almost matching her work husband’s, although the jacket itself sparkled gently in the moonlight. A last minute plan hatched as her wife had fallen ill (PCOS hurting too much to leave home). The two came in a humvee “borrowed” from the motorcade. Ever the gentleman, Price extended his arm for Laswell, who happily took it. 

He carried a few nice bottles of champagne, she brought sparklers.

2145

Rune and Kyle parked behind the humvee, the deep blue McLaren 570S caught the attention of the neighbours. Kyle held the passenger door open for his boyfriend, cracking gentle little jokes while Rune grabbed his phone from the center console. Rune stepped out, his outfit further confusing the neighbours. White, flowy top, sleeves big enough to put a small child inside, high waisted pants, and a half dozen straps to keep the pants and boots in place. An odd choice for a New Year’s party. The strappy black fit that Gaz wore did not turn as many heads, perhaps due to the night having long fallen. Ashame, the neighbours would have seen the cropped jacket and thigh harness. Kyle was so excited to be out for the night, the couple having picked the outfits out for each other. They bumped their foreheads together and shared a laugh before walking in, boot heels clicking against the pavement.

They both brought in boxes of cookies. Homemade and delicious.

2220

Riley was not normally late to things, but here she was, Johnny sitting shotgun, Simon tailing them on his bike, almost an hour late to the party. Somehow she forgot the drinks she bought for the party and wound up needing a pitstop. She stepped out of her Porsche, popping off the steering wheel before smoothing out her sparkly dress. As she grabbed a few things out of the backseat, the neighbours were quick to notice her companion’s… outfit of choice. Both of them actually. The shorter one wore a black suit jacket with a matching kilt (the pleats lined with his family’s tartan), the tall one was violently underdressed. Just slacks and a black button up (and a motorcycle helmet which he shucked to let Riley brush his hair). Ghost added a sleek body chain, which Riley had brought in her car, to his ensemble. He kissed both Riley and Soap on their cheeks before sliding on a dark face mask.

Johnny carried in the cooler full of liquor, Riley carried her steering wheel and two plates. One of brownies and one of “brownies”. And Simon brought up the rear with his helmet and case of water in hand.

2230

Ghost caught sight of Axi and just about lost his composure (truthfully everyone did). Her little, sparkly dress barely hanging on. She waved him over to her, everything threatening to spill out. Who was he to deny her a conversation?

Simon having walked off left Riley and Johnny to mingle without him. Which was easy enough, almost everyone else was already a little hammered. Price threw his arms around the couple, dragging them towards the couch where he, Laswell, Rune, and Kyle were hanging out.

2300

Riley found herself delightfully crossfaded. As did Kyle. And as did Leon. The brownies hit hard and fast. Price and Laswell were already passed out, his head in her lap. Johnny stayed just gently buzzed, enjoying how the others were losing their shit at the tales Rune was spinning.

Rune found himself reciting old missions, making up others, for the entertainment of his far from sober friends. The one that got the most uproar was the tale of how he slayed a dragon, weirdly everyone seemed to believe him. Not questioning how similar the story seemed to the opening scene of Skyrim.

2340

Riley answered a skype call request on her phone. Alex and Farah were a little grainy but they did their best to wish the task force a “Happy New Year!” a few minutes early. The crew shouted the words back, stirring Price and Laswell from their slumber.

With the phone to reality communication, the friend group grew larger as Axi and Simon returned in time to  have Price get a call from Nik, the same message being relayed. The now phone to phone to irl conversation lasted a few minutes longer, the skype call’s quality dropping quickly. 

They all quickly said their goodbyes, raising glasses and snacks to good friends in good places.

2358

Stumbling a bit, everyone made their way outside, the cold snap of the Canadian air sobering them up a bit. Laswell passed out sparklers and lighters. Axi supplied party hats and goofy glasses.

2359

The countdown began. Kyle and Rune yelled the loudest, trying to outdo each other, holding hands and drawing closer as the numbers decreased. 

Kate and John clinked their champagne glasses together, joining the chant.

Riley and Soap sat in the grass, watching their sparklers from a Riley-safe distance. He sat behind her, firmly clasping her against his chest, both mouthing the numbers.

Simon stood with Axi and Leon, his fingers gently intertwining with the others’. Axi squeezed his hand in time with the countdown. Leon, very bad at rhythm, squeezed in between the counts.

0000

Kyle and Rune shared a gentle little kiss, tender and sweet, just like the boyfriends themselves.

Price gave Laswell a nice hug before she sent her wife many kissy emojis.

The Scot pressed his cheek against the Bakerite’s as she watched a few fireworks shoot off in the distance. She rubbed circles on his hands with her thumbs. 

Ghost whispered something to Axi and Leon as they kissed, a dirty secret he hoped would fall on deaf ears.

0900

The group awoke from their shitty slumber as the Kennedy’s dishwasher signaled it was done. Rune and Kyle had taken up refuge in the couch cushion fort they had built sometime in the night. Rune found himself grasping Tofu, who Axi had let out of the bedroom when going to bed, as he usually held his plushies. The dog did not mind one bit. 

Price and Laswell woke up in two different guest bedrooms. They slept the best of the task force.

Riley and Johnny found themselves in… the master bedroom? Not dwelling on it, Riley got out of the bed and headed to the kitchen to fix up a breakfast, finding herself to be completely sober. Soap fell back to sleep for a few more minutes, his hangover hitting hard.

1015

Axi, Leon, and Simon stumbled into the main house having spent the night in the mother-in-law suite behind the house. Riley quickly handed them all glasses of orange juice, ibuprofen, and  plates of pancakes and breakfast patties. They joined the others in the couch fort in silent enjoyment.

Riley had turned the lights down low, avoiding eye pain (and keeping everyone from seeing what a hot mess they all were), and had thrown on the Rose Parade on low volume. She grabbed a few of the cookies Rune and Kyle had made before settling down in the fort too.

1045

Cozy and warm, the task force found themselves drifting off to sleep once more.

[hekatontarch]

Transformation

“Come on Ava, you can’t go in looking like that.” Farah exclaims “You’ll Stick out like a sore thumb! It’s a convention, not survivalists anonymous.” “Farah...” Ava growls. Farah throws her hands up in despair. “Tess, can you talk some sense into her?” Tess nods, and asks carefully “what would make you feel comfortable Ava?” “I just like military style clothing.” Ava sighs “It doesn’t hinder my movement.”Tess thinks for a moment, a wicked gleam in her eye. “If I get you some military inspired clothing, will you promise you’ll try it on?” Ava gives Tess the same look she gave Farah earlier. “Tess...”

Tess however doesn’t back down. “Come on Ava, I’ll lend you something from my own wardrobe.” “You dress like a librarian” Ava counters. “A stylish Librarian” Farah interjects “I’ve seen Nat borrow her clothes.” “You’re too tall” Ava sputters. “Don’t worry about that.” Tess says “I’ve got something in mind you something that will fit you like a glove” Ava feels distinctly uncomfortable. Looking first up to the Detective, and then down to her teammate. Neither of them look like they’re about to give in. “It’s military?” Ava asks unsure of herself. “The style’s name literally has a naval rank in it” Tess replies, hiding a grin. “Ok fine... give it your best shot” Ava concedes. “Promise?” Tess checks. “Promise” Ava sighs. “Excellent! Come on Farah, we’ll get your dear leader the costume of her life.”

Ava sighs as the two run out of the door. It’s not so much the eagerness that has her worried, but the gleam in Tess’ eyes, and the Farah’s giggle after a Tess whispered something to her. But she’s a woman of her word. And besides, Tess surely would bring something stylish. Two hours later Ava regretted her words. Holding up a pair of knee high boots. “They’re red, how does this go with a navy blue skirt? “ She looks down at her clothes “And I’m sure this skirt is not regulation length!”

“Oh hush” Tess laughs from behind her back “you look lovely. Now hold still while We do your hair.” Tess carefully undoes Ava’s bun. Ava’s long hair spills down her back. Tess hums happily “oh this is perfect, I just knew you wouldn’t need a wig. Farah, can you help me with this?” Handing Farah two jewelled hair pins “Two small buns please, and you can let the rest spill over in a tail.”

15 minutes later Ava stands defeated in front of the mirror. As Rebecca comes in looking at her paperwork. “Ava have you given some thought on who will go undercover at... what on earth?”

“Mum!” Tess says happily. “Meet Sailor Ava, I sure she’ll blend right in at the Anime convention.”

[sunshineandviolets]

for the wayhaven ask game — 17, 26, 65, and 92!!

17)  What is your detective’s outfit style like?

Shivani: a cute summer dress with a cardigan. (loves flower designs!)  usually pairs it with a scarf headband and necklace. if feeling chilly then warm leggings and boots. 

Jasmine: more laid back. wears a colour t shirt, jeans with the cuffs rolled up and hoodie. When shes out she has contact lenses, but usually had thick frames. Doesn’t like to stand out. only wears a watch and occasionally a simple choker.

Divya: her work attire is a pressed shirt and pencil skirt, loves bracelets and has multiple ear piercings. However casual wear, she wears a loose fitting tee with dungarees and boots.

Nehal: A pressed shirt and trousers, blazer with sleeves rolled up. a simple necklace. Also wears glasses but they are thin. Usually wears flats, but likes to wear heels despite already being so damn tall...

6) Favorite character overall?

Oh geez theres so many i love! 

I guess overall I would say F, cause no matter the route I play - i always enjoy their scenes and interactions!! Also for me, F is the best part of the LT route. 

65) Describe your detective’s dream date with their LI 

Shivani doesn’t really like loud places, so she and Nat would enjoy a quaint museum date or go exploring in the gardens, then a picnic (homecooked by the both of them) 

Despite Jasmine being quite cautious, shes bit of thrill seeker. She would take Farah on a theme park date! Also bonus points if its a big ride cause they can hold onto each other... If the park had one of those cardboard cutout things, you know both of them won’t hesitate! maybe then they can finally have a photo in the empty frame. 

Divya is a romantic and would love a classic candlelit dinner with Ava, but someone else is cooking. My girl cant cook to save her life, only basic things.

Nehal: A boat ride for two under the moonlight! Both Nehal and Morgan can appreciate the quiet (and each other...)

92) If your detective could give one gift to their LI, what would they give?

Shivani: something handmade like a cute collage with pics of her and nat. also with little momentums like the carnival tickets. 

Jasmine: one of those gift baskets with sweet treats and a pamper set and also a giant teddy for Farah to cuddle if she misses her. 

not too sure bout the other two!

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Thanks for the ask!! this was fun!

[vantelieth-blog]

                             Vol. II Chapter III: A Semblance of Truth

Yeula awoke from her slumber with her head snuggled underneath a flowery blanket and the light of dawn radiating her half-opened eyes from beyond the elegantly framed window positioned at the bedside. She sat up and peeled back the flower-patterned curtain, relaxing at the familiar sight of her quaint neighborhood. Beyond the gated yard of the her own house, rows of impressively decorated houses of ivory wood could be seen behind equally expansive yards on the other side of the street. The residential subdistrict she called her home was in every way archaic compared to Golem's more prominent locales, but Yeula could appreciate such a place to return to after a hard-fought day in a clamorous city.

She gently closed the curtain before exhaling a sigh and placing a palm over her face. She had often risked everything for the Erenet Family, but rarely had she met a moment she suspected she would die. Such a thought lingered as she found herself confronting a rogue from Fortitude and her armed body of goons with only a gun and a sentry at her own disposal. And above that, it was her own responsibility to protect the young twins. She had succeeded well enough in their eyes, but that was only to be expected; she was nothing short of an incalculable heroine to them. And she would have it no other way—she would never show weakness again, not to a bitter enemy nor a closest ally.

With a stretch and a yawn, Yeula lazily crawled from the comfort of her bed and faced the confines of her room—or whatever she could make of it from the scattered mess. Piles of paraphernalia such as stuffed animals and electronic trinkets had been placed haphazardly on the ground, and one could hardly reach the room door without stepping upon at least a couple of the many discarded papers littered about. The countertops saw far more care, livened with neatly-stacked scholarly books, cherished accessories, intricate ivory lamps and upright teddy bears. Of the assortment of accessories, Yeula snatched a silver bracelet along with a necklace with a pair of glimmering tags respectively colored blue and green, each one personalized with black flame imagery and complimented with a couple of rings of the opposing color farther from the middle of the necklace. Retrieving her outfit of choice from her dresser, she stepped out into the hallway with both of her hands helplessly full.

“Rise and shine, O' turbulent Yeula!” a gleeful female voice spoke from the household communicator. “You have two presently scheduled events for this wonderful morning. Would you now like to review your schedule or make any necessary changes?”

“No, thank you,” Yeula groaned, opening the door to her bathroom by twisting the knob under her forearm.

“Very well, ma'am,” the entity conceded from the communicator. “Well then, what would you like to have for breakfast today?”

“Anything's fine; thanks,” Yeula dismissively replied as she took the first step onto the white and blue tiles of her large, luxurious bathroom. Numerous portraits of grassy plains inhabited with towering automatons decorated the walls. A human-sized fountain with water pouring into its basin from the maws of the stone birds situated atop its pillar furnished the center of the bathroom. A wide mirror from the left reflected most of Yeula's figure, and it was there she turned her attention.

“You have a new message from Farah Erenet,” the entity stated from the communicator. “Would you like me to read it for you?”

“I'll read it myself, thanks,” Yeula hastily replied, almost interrupting the entity.

“Suit yourself. Would you like any help bathing?”

With the push of a button, Yeula opened the compartment of a touchscreen music station panel located next to the mirror, on which she promptly browsed through a selection of genres before deciding on an instrumental composition, cranking up the volume until she could effortlessly ignore her aide's incessant inquiries. Laying her outfit over the counter and throwing off her pajamas, she made her way into the marble shower behind the fountain, closing her eyes and trailing off in thought under the soothing warm water.

What lay on Rubis' mind before the moment of her downfall? What were her intentions all along? And what organization, if any, had she affiliated herself with? Today, Yeula would have answers to those lingering questions, if Ferah had indeed done her research well. Today the sisterly duo would convene and discuss not only the events of the day before, but their plans for the future without an ally from Fortitude. Yeula sighed in thought of her failure to save Rubis, wondering if her own rash decisions were to blame. In some way, it felt as though she had killed Rubis herself.

After a prolonged shower, Yeula wrapped herself in a towel and stood against her hazy reflection in the mirror. Bringing a comb to her head, she proceeded to style her blue-dyed hair, cut evenly short at the back and reaching down her chin to form a frame around her face. Her hair parted smoothly at the center of her crown and partly concealed her eyebrows. With her hair neatly styled, she threw off her towel and got dressed in her preferred outfit, comprised of an open high-collar, form-fitting beige vest with only one sleeve to cover her left upper arm and several pairs of extravagant black buttons down the bottom of the vest; per her usual choice, she kept her vest tucked into her black jeans and partially unbuttoned just above her navel, exposing much of her torso and her patterned dark bra. Worn over the vest was a black cloth draping over her leg and buckled in place. Worn over her pants was a pair of black boots with white soles. Her garb was accessorized with a silver bracelet, a single black glove without an index finger or a thumb over her left hand, and the necklace she carried with her earlier. The provocatively roguish features of her ensemble, particularly the bronze buckle of the brown belt around her pants with an engraving depicting a crossing of swords, would make her character apparent to any onlooker without a second glance.

Dressed for a new day of service to the Erenet Family, Yeula stepped back into the hallway and descended the steps into her living room where her aide, a hovering automaton with a round body and narrow arms, awaited her. Beyond the expected furnishings—a velvet sofa placed behind a table and before a widescreen television set—several tall acoustic sets stood in a row against the wall; above a pair of miniature desks upon which computers were placed, a rack encompassing most of the wall on the other side of the front door held smaller, relatively archaic sound devices such as headphones. A large ceiling fan blew a gentle breeze over the entire space.

“Your breakfast, Yeula,” Yeula's mechanical aide announced, motioning to a plate of greens and a couple of vitamin supplements over one of the computer desks.

After taking a seat by the desk, Yeula gave her aide a contorted look. “What's this?”

“Excuse me?” Yeula's aide naively responded. “I've assembled a nutritional dish to complement your active lifestyle, as requested of me by your beloved sister. Besides, your usual overconsumption of carbohydrates won't help keep up that pretty little face of yours!”

“I don't remember Ferah ever requesting—” Yeula took a moment to plant her palm over her face. “Fine, whatever. Did you happen to go shopping while I was asleep?”

“Anything for the pleasure of my beloved master!” Yeula's aide said as it cheerfully circled around the space.

“How about notifying me before running off on your own next time? We need you in one piece.” Yeula faced her computer. “Number Six, power on.”

“Always an honor to be showered with concern, my beloved master!” Yeula's aide gleefully responded. Yeula simply ignored her and took a bite of her so-called breakfast.

The screen of the computer's monitor lit up as it responded to Yeula's command. Yeula browsed the internet for several minutes before standing up and waltzing to the front door without finishing her food. “Keep an eye out for trouble while I'm gone, all right?”

“Anything for the pleasure of my beloved—” Yeula's aide paused mid-speech after noticing Yeula's unfinished plate. “But Yeula, you haven't even—”

“Take care,” came Yeula's dry interjection as she stepped into the pleasant breeze and the fair temperature of the outdoors, letting out her enthusiasm by slamming her front door shut and dashing into her parked vehicle. After reaching for personalized headphones in a compartment below the wheel and wearing them over her ears, she meddled with the dashboard's panel until an artificial male voice spoke to her.

“Please provide identification,” the voice requested as another compartment at the side of the panel lifted open to reveal a hand-shaped indentation. As Yeula placed her right hand into the indentation, the vehicle lifted off the ground, hovering slightly above the air in a ready state. “Identification accepted. Welcome back, Yeula.”

And with that, Yeula switched to auto-pilot and took to the skies alongside other civilian vehicles. With her hands free, she reclined against the door with her legs dangling over the other side, lowering her head to feel the caress of the breeze.

“Oh, damn,” Yeula mumbled as she recalled the message of her adoptive sister, hustling upright and accessing the email over the panel.

“Farah here,” began the voice message. “Preparations for the grand reopening of Prime District are going as planned—the reopening is scheduled to coincide with Golem's thousand-year anniversary tomorrow. As you can expect, the whole South District is about to become more festive than ever. I invited most of the gang over there for some all-day quality time. Care to join us? Oh, and we'll have a moment to discuss my findings of Rubis, as I promised.” Farah trailed off into a bout of laughter before continuing, “by the way, have you noticed anything different with your helper? We had a little discussion about your diet the other day. Actually, don't message me the answer; I'd rather hear it in person over by The Antiquity. Care to join me there? Don't keep me waiting.”

“Oh, Ferah,” Yeula sighed, rubbing her eyebrows in annoyance.

The disaster of Prime District prompted a citywide evacuation and lockdown that Yeula was not given a chance to witness during her stay on Fortitude grounds. One circulating rumor was that FOG had even quarantined a few of the evacuees and kept them long after the passing of the disaster. FOG's official statement was that an experiment conducted by a shadowy organization known as the Covenant had gone horribly awry, infesting the streets with numerous man-machines and endangering even the Haizer family, among the few who remained in Prime District after the disaster. In more recent years, any civilian who so much as flew above the city ruins in any sort of vehicle was shot down on sight. What Yeula was certain of was that the disaster began shortly after Argen was carried to Prime District, indicated by a massive black pillar reaching the skies that many survivors could clearly remember seeing. As for Argen, no mention had been made of him ever since. It was all just as she had predicted back then—for one reason or another, she would never see him again.

“You called?” Yeula asked as a ring chimed over her headphones, connecting her to the individual over the line.

“Oh, hi,” a man nervously replied. “I believe I called you before about changing my Golem ID?”

“Oh, yeah...” Yeula took a moment to observe the panel of her car, which relayed to her the exact location of the caller. “Well then, have you approached our collectors with the established payment?”

“Yes.”

“I'm a bit preoccupied with important business right now, so it'll take me a while to confirm your payment before we can move on to the next step. You could take that time to either try your luck with another representative or maybe reconsider your actions. There'll be no turning back, you know.”

“I've made up my mind; let's just get this over with.”

“Alrighty.” Upon reaching an expansive plain of shrubbery and trees outside of the residential subdistrict, Yeula lowered her altitude to a few feet above the road and took the wheel. Even after so many years since her escape from the barren fields of Golem's militarized zone, Yeula could appreciate the sight of nature just as much as the day she was set free. “I'll get you in touch with some of our ex-Reunion officers when the time comes; they'll instruct you the rest of the way. As a client, just remember that the Erenets are not in any way responsible for any action you choose to commit with your falsified ID. If you can remember that, you'll stay in our good graces. Have a nice day.” Her final line served as a voice command for her headphones, terminating the call before the man could respond.

Upon reaching a commercial area of South District, Yeula parked her car by side of the street and set off in the direction of a building behind a garden with a few chairs and tables. Her eccentric outfit along with her elegant stride earned her a few stares of interest and bewilderment. As she approached the seemingly antiquated bar, a woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail and a red scarf waved at her from the view of one of the windows. She hurriedly pushed through the double-door entrance to be greeted by what indeed was an unusual sight for the present-day Golem with its wooden architecture. A few touches of modern-day technology were yet present, such as a holographic television hanging behind the counter. A number of the patrons were dressed to fit their surroundings, including the bartender, a woman with long, pale blond hair framing her face, clad in black with a long skirt, a tunic with a shawl over its shoulders, a pink bowtie, and a cap embellished with a pink flower. The bartender looked at Yeula with her right eye—having her left eye concealed under an eyepatch—and smiled as she gestured her to come over. Yeula partially ignored the woman and took a rest on a velvet seat on the other side of her adoptive sister.

Despite hearing much of The Antiquity, Yeula never had much an interest in visiting the famed bar herself. The bar had apparently underwent considerable changes since the bar was purchased following the passing of the former owner, but that did little to deter the ever-passionate votaries of Golem's old traditions, including Farah. Yeula simply folded her hands on the table as she sat face-to-face with her adoptive sister, waiting for her to strike up a conversation.

Farah stared at Yeula from the corner of her hazel eyes while treating herself to a plate of steak; Yeula could hardly see under the reflection of Farah's simple pair of glasses. “Oh, what's up?” she asked with her mouth full.

“You invite me to a bar miles away from home and that's all you have to say?” Yeula sighed.

“Oh, no. I just figured you'd have something to say about that changing up your diet, at least? I did mention that in the message, didn't I?”

“So you're telling me that you thought it was a good idea to have a chat with my service bot about my diet while researching Rubis at the same time? And please tell me you found something to say about Rubis.”

Farah laughed after swallowing her food. “Hey, if you don't like it, a genius hacker like yourself could just force a few changes, right?”

“It my servant; it doesn't need any modifications,” Yeula groaned. “I'll just tell it to stop taking advice from my clueless big sister, and bam, problem solved!”

Farah shrugged with her palms in the air. “Try not to end up like Relt, okay?”

“Just keep off my back about my diet and I won't look so heavy,” Yeula smirked. Her discussions with Ferah were often laconic and littered with playful insults directed at one another. Farah was to Yeula like a sister she had always desired in her childhood, an honest woman she could always trust to speak her mind, occasional pranks notwithstanding. Meeting Farah in the wake of being sent back to Golem was like a first breath of fresh air she continued to savor.

Ferah gave Yeula a warm smile. “Well, jokes aside, I'm glad to see you're okay after yesterday, sis. I forgot to ask if you were hurt, actually.”

“Just a couple of bruises. Could've been much worse.”

“Well, I'm glad you're acknowledging how lucky you are to be alive. The same goes for Alco and Tredy. Their parents were worried sick about them before we gave them the good news.”

“Their parents are idiots for letting those twerps tag along with me to begin with,” Yeula murmured. “Do I look like a babysitter to them?”

Ferah chuckled. “But it couldn't be helped, sis; you've always been an inspiration to them. And as long as you're with them, they think there's nothing to be afraid of. You should be flattered; you're a role model already!”

“Doesn't make me any less of a bad influence. My lifestyle is my own; it's not made for anyone else. And before you say anything, I'm not beating myself up; that's just how it is.”

Ferah gave a subtle nod before looking away with a contemplative look in her eyes. A moment of silence fell over the duo before Ferah changed the subject. “Anyway, you might like to know that I've discovered a few things about Rubis. It turns out she had associated herself with a small-time criminal syndicate and was en-route to their base before you intercepted her. The weapons she had stolen from Fortitude were likely a form of offering in exchange for their services. Fortitude equipment is something us civilians rarely have any access to, even those who dabble in black market trade. FOG seems to be very serious in keeping military gear out of unwarranted hands. It makes you wonder if there's perhaps something more to it than we suspect.”

Yeula nodded. “Is that so? Anything more about Rubis herself?”

Ferah looked surprised. “Aren't you any bit curious about Fortitude's equipment?”

“Naturally, but just sitting here speculating won't get us anywhere.”

“Good point, I guess. So, apparently, Rubis had a daughter who should be around your age by now. It might do us well to scout her should an opportunity arise. She might know a few things about Fortitude from her mother.”

“Where is she? And how did she react to her mother's death?”

“I'm not completely sure, but I'm almost certain she's still alive somewhere. Ultimately, we should concern ourselves with her later, until I can gather more intel.” Ferah's lips curled into a sly smirk. “And speaking of family, sis… I heard a rumor that your father would be returning from his duties soon.”

“Oh, didn't know about that,” came Yeula's unmotivated response.

“I heard your father was once a man of high standing,” Ferah continued. “He did something spectacular to get himself noticed just as his daughter is doing right now. Good genes must run in your family.” Farah shrugged. “Well, that said, I hope you don't plan on going anywhere if you ever do get to see him again, since we all still have much to gain from your talents.”

“And why would I do that?”

“I don't know, I just figured you two would at least have some catching up to do if you were to be reunited.”

Yeula vehemently shook her head. “Let's get something straight, 'sis'—I don't care about my father and never will. There's not gonna be any reunion if I have anything to say about it. The Erenets are the only family I have now.”

Farah shushed Yeula. “Keep your voice down,” she whispered. “You know full well that mentioning that name here is bound to give us a ton of awkward stares.”

“So what?” Yeula whispered back. “The Guard's not gonna do anything if we're just sitting here talking.”

“I just don't like being stared at, okay?” Farah openly expressed, inadvertently earning her a few stares.

“You should have a picked a quieter meeting place, then, because I still have some questions about the reopening of Prime District.”

“Still wondering where your old boyfriend ran off to?” Farah chuckled at Yeula's annoyed expression. “While I agree that FOG's explanation is obviously some sort of cover-up, it's hardly our business.”

“It's been my business since the very beginning and I don't intend to rest until I have an answer.”

“The description of these 'experimental cyborgs' that raided Prime District sounds awfully similar to the 'black beasts roaming Golem' nonsense the media churns out every other day, I admit. It makes me almost want to believe that Fortitude holds some purpose other than warding off outsiders like the existence of this 'Argen' you told me about suggested.”

“We know there are other colonies outside of Golem, so why does the government contain civilians inside the walls?”

Farah shrugged. “Golem's Central Database doesn't ID any outsiders, if what we know from our ex-Reunion employees is correct, which means that Golem doesn't entirely affiliate itself with outside colonies. Maybe Reunion is making peace offerings with clans Golem has been at war with for ages.”

“If we've been at war with these neighboring colonies all this time, they'd probably have some kind of effective weapon against us. And if that's true, that'd mean they should have been capable of breaching our walls at least once, don't you think? Look, Farah, I've been to Fortitude's camps before—I've seen the kind of weaponry they carry outside Golem's walls, and let me tell you they're doing far more than just warring with humans or scavenging for materials out there.”

“Isn't that just speculation? For your amusement, another, albeit far more believable story that counters your argument is that Golem has been breached before, but FOG simply chooses to keep quiet about that for morality reasons.”

“And don't you think people would remember something like that ever happening no matter how hard FOG tried to cover it up?”

Farah narrowed her eyes. “So where are you going with this?”

“I'm telling you, RICOR exists!” Yeula exclaimed, leaning closer to the chuckling Ferah.

“First of all, where are these so-called Responsive Insurgent Covert Operations Regiment operatives? Even our ex-Reunion officers say that no such occupation exists within the Central Database.”

“RICOR officers are likely capable of operating within Golem without an official ID, which would explain why the Central Database makes no mention of RICOR. They've likely established an isolated database for ID'ing their own members and granting them the same privileges as any citizen of Golem, just like we've done for ourselves and our clients thanks to Reunion's deserters.”

Farah briefly frowned. “That wouldn't be too far-fetched, I suppose. So, you're trying to say that this 'RICOR' organization has been involved in some kind of secret war against… an invisible threat invading Golem from outside? Keep in mind that you're far from being the first person to connect the dots in such a way—the problem is that no one has ever been capable of proving, beyond all doubt, that RICOR and the 'black beasts' are actually a thing.”

“That's why I need to haul ass back to Prime District as soon as I get the chance. Say what you want, but FOG can't cover all of its tracks, especially not from someone like me.”

“Whatever you say. If you ask me, the grand reopening of Prime District doesn't present much more than a great business opportunity for us. Prime District had remained largely untouched by the Erenets before the incident, and now will be as fitting a time as any to make our name known and heard throughout the entire colony! Thousands of would-be criminals will shower us with gold for the services we can provide them; more and more Reunion officers and genius hackers like yourself will join our ranks, making us more powerful and efficient than ever. Before long, maybe some FOG operatives, including those from Fortitude and perhaps RICOR if they exist, will defect to our side as well. In the end of things, you, me, and our entire family will be seen as the true rulers of Golem with the Haizers grovelling at our feet. And if it turns out that FOG does have some secrets we can expose to the public, the masses at large would undoubtedly begin to trust us over them. The era of the Haizer family will at long last come to an end, beginning a new chapter of Golem history where we will rule solely over the entire colony… and soon, the entire world beyond it!” Farah placed her hands on her hips and feigned a menacing laugh, immediately silencing herself upon noticing the influx of puzzled stares in her direction. “Well, what I was trying to say was… good luck with your investigation, sis.”

“Does that mean you actually—”

“And no, that doesn't mean I totally believe what you're saying, but if you turn out to be right, well… we'd have nothing to complain about. Anyway, most of our affiliates should be scattered around South District passing time until tomorrow by now, and I say we join them. How many months has it been since the two of us last met up for something that wasn't strictly business?”

“Where to?” Yeula asked as she rose from her seat.

Farah pulled a stack of gold coins from her pocket and laid them on the table. “I heard that FOG is hosting a public execution a few blocks down from here. You haven't had anything to eat recently, have you?”

“Not really, thanks to your meddling.”

“You'll thank me later.”

As Yeula remained fixated on Ferah, a cold hand brushed against her shoulder, nearly causing her to fall back onto her seat from surprise. She turned to the culprit to find the eccentric bartender looking up at her with a wide smile.

“Why, hello there,” came the bartender's gentle greeting. “Please pardon my intrusion, but I couldn't help but notice that you two had mentioned the incident of Prime District.”

Yeula gave the bartender a contorted look. “Yeah? What of it?”

“My name is Floe Kaster,” the bartender responded, extending her hand to Yeula. “You are a relative of Farah's, I presume?”

With some hesitation, Yeula took the bartender's cold, soft hand and meekly gave it a single nod. The mere sight of the bartender's face gave Yeula a sort of unease she could not quite place. “That's right,” she answered, her mundane tone withholding her troubled emotions.

“Ah, you must be Yeula, then. You know, I've heard so many wonderful stories about you.”

“Wait, what? How do you—”

“I told her, all right?” Farah interjected as she rose from her seat. “There's no need to panic.”

“We get patrons from all walks of life around here,” the bartender, Floe, continued. “The Antiquity has always provided a safe haven for those who wish to chat with peers and enemies alike and put any moral differences aside for once. It's not at all my concern that you two happen to be from the Erenet family, so… relax.” Floe tipped her cap upward as she lifted her head in contemplation. “Prime District… I was actually there during the invasion, you see. I lost all of my property along with many dear friends that day, but in the end I'm simply grateful to have made it out with my hide intact; and what a pleasure it is to have been presented with such an outstanding bar. As far as uncovering the truth of whatever happened that day goes… I can't say that's been much of a concern to me, but that's not to say I would mind if that became someone else's little project when Prime District reopens for us commoners.” Floe once again placed her hand on Yeula's shoulder, causing her to flinch. “I wish you good luck on your future endeavors, little one. Stop by for a drink next time, won't you? Assuming you're old enough, of course.”

“We'll be taking our leave now, thanks,” Farah announced as she grabbed Yeula's other shoulder.

Floe nodded. “So soon? Well, my apologies if I seemed overly nosy. Can I expect to see the both of you again sometime—”

“Hold on,” Yeula interjected, brushing off her sister's hand, “Is there anything you can tell me about what you saw during the attack?”

“Nothing a dedicated researcher like yourself would not have already heard,” Floe replied while adjusting her cap. “Have a nice day, you two; enjoy yourselves out there.”

As Yeula and Farah casually left the bar, Yeula observed the bartender staring at them with a smile through the window until they were nearly out of sight and on the way back to Yeula's car. “I don't know what it is, but that woman scares me like no other,” she murmured.

“Now you're just being paranoid again,” Farah sighed.

“Call it paranoia, but my intuition never has and never will prove me wrong.”

“Better proven wrong than crazy, I always say,” Farah laughed.

An uneasy feeling that she could not quite place… That would be all Yeula would receive from the look of the bartender for a long time to come. Her intuition had made that much known to her, at least; but as it was, she had greater concerns at the moment.

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