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‘ ( . verbessae​ . )

      with cigarette hanging LOOSELY

     from betwixt index, & middle finger; she speaks low– charming through a [ TUNE ]      of false truth, & sincere lie. a ( SINISTER ) smirk etches upon  bruised  features of      bloody contortions, & forth she goes to BARK, & [ BITE ] at her PREY.

                    ‘  like what y’see, darlin’ ? y’should see th’                               OTHER GUY                                                      – much worse than i was left off.  ’

               Arms crossed, she rolls tips of digits along her bicep in a wave, from pinky to index. Without moving her body, she pays a glance to the stranger, before closing her eyes for the briefest of moments. She stands upright, and takes a quick look, her augments allowing her to take in more than another, though they show up the bruises with more intensity than the natural eye.

                              ❝Tough one, eh?❞

               She is channelling her inner Kiyaa, trying not to seem like a complete wimp, even if she’s no less tough than the Jack.

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      FROM STARDUST YOU ARE BORN –

                                                   and to stardust, you will return.

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                             IF YOU WANNA GO, WE’LL GO                              i’ll kick your ass and look pretty doing it

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k-u-r-a-m-o-t-o

               ❝Excuse me, sir.❞ Though she would normally pass by such a stranger without a second thought unless she was on patrol in a lower zone, the Ace had time to spare, and was in no rush. As such she saw no harm in approaching the other, noting that he seemed slightly out of place amongst the inhabitants of Zone 1.

               ❝I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before; may I ask which sector you reside in?❞ In muscle memory, she unclipped her badge and briefly flashed it to the stranger, identification of sorts for the Face Cards.

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               work it harder. make it better.                our work is never over.  ♣

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adolae

              Legs crossed, the Ace stared intently at the screen in front of her as digits rapidly tapped at a creation normally only seen in her home zone; the mechanical keyboard. Her focus was on the screen in front of her, and her gaze was only broken when she saw a light in the corner of her eye, from the doorway to the communal area she was seated in.

                                            ❝You’re up late, what’s up?❞

It was only with a glance to her wrist that she saw that she had been there the whole night, lost in her code. ❝—er, early.❞

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kayak.

                      ❛ ‘ —- just fuckin’ said i didn’t. ’❜

she opens her mouth to speak more, but instantly closes it upon seeing Akira’s frame rise from the bed. a guttural growl is produced from the base of her throat, frustrated. she turns her head to look at the other, who stands before her with hands on her hips, as if waiting on her to say something. kiyaa huffs, uncaring.

               ❛ ‘ i dunno. what do i look like, her keeper?                —- probably hasn’t done it in a while, though. ’❜

                                             ❝And I just fucking—❞

               No sooner had the words passed her lips had she regretted it. Normally one to avoid confrontation with her team, this was not what would be classed as avoiding it. Trying to mend the situation she stumbled into her next sentence, thinking it through a little more than the previous expletive.

               ❝What I meant was, did you go last week?❞

               Slightly nervously, she glanced to the doorway, biting her lip. She often felt like she had to make sure her head was connected to her shoulders after talking with Kiyaa; she had a habit of biting your head off a little too often.

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agravitae

               Excitedly, the brunette hopped past her ally’s bedroom door, slender fingers groping at a metal calf as she tried to find a small pocket in the side containing what appeared to be an orb. Further inspection revealed that it was actually more like a disc as she managed to pull it out of the prosthetic before tossing it into the air.

                                            ❝Check it out!❞

               Swiping her hand across her wrist, she revealed a holographic display that acted as a control for the disc, prompting four tiny wings to open from it and flutter like a hummingbird, steadily allowing it to hold it’s position steadily.

               ❝I’m trying to make a new surveillance drone, whaddaya think?❞

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「Would anyone like a starter or to plot? Please like this post if so, I wanna get Akira going B’) 」

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kayak.

                                           ❛ ‘ course i didn’t fucking eat it all. ’❜

air finds its way through her lungs, heaving angrily. hilariously irritated, the girl finds refuge in her own mind, closing her eyes to refrain from raising her voice any further. she places the empty can on a nearby desk with fervor. her hand lingers for a moment, then removes itself as she makes her way past the desk and to akira’s bed, plopping herself atop it with all her weight. a hearty sigh escapes her lips as she stares into the ceiling, boiling.

                                        ❛ ‘ who’s turn is it to shop, anyways?                                         not mine, handled that shit last week. ’❜

she looks over to the ace, who seems far too calm. the jack would yell some more, but she was far too tired ( and hungry ) to put forth her normal amount of effort into being insufferable.

                                             ❝Did you?❞ 

               Oh dear. She was sure it was Kiyaa’s turn to sort out their food for the week, but she must have thought wrong. Pulling her knees up and rising to a seated position, she leaned her elbows on her thighs and pressed her hands into her cheeks, thinking.

                 ❝Uh, I dunno. When did Roman last do the food run?❞ 

               She slipped her legs over the side of the bed, hopping up and circling it to stand in front of her teammate, hands propped on hips.

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kayak.

SHE INHALES WICKED FLAMES ; cataclysmic majesties, stardust oxygen. but what she exhales is anger, fueled by loss, encompassed in diamond ( unbreakable, unblemished. pristine till the very last moment ). she breathes her frustration at the other, lips curving around obscenities.

                            ❛ why is there never any food in this goddamned flat? ❜

                                            ❝—Uh...❞

               She is unsure what to say, weighing up her options. She considered, very briefly, the idea of remaining silent and letting the jack blow off some steam, though she knew that would just slow down the only eventuality that could be expected when she was pissed off about anything. She took the immediately worse option, which was one that would probably start off worse for Akira, but which would end things faster.

               ❝Maybe you ate it all? I dunno, I haven’t had anything today.❞

               Fearing for her computer, she leaned forward from her bed and took the cube, immediately stopping the projection and sliding it into her top drawer, hoping that would be enough to save it. That thing took ages to make.

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bhutanese passport

               ❝—Isn’t that the document issued to facilitate travel between Kingdoms?❞ 

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