as written by Lialore and Saarai
“I was speaking more generally. But… hm, I guess likeability has never really been a factor for me” Abigail said, showing awareness of her rather placid personality. She lived in the middle-ground, and was never a ‘big deal’, really – despite her abilities.
Charming wasn’t the word that Abigail would use to describe Van Leugen. A subtle grimace curled her lips as she waved a waitress over. But Freja was supporting an amused kind of smirk.
“I’m up for getting mugged” she said merrily. That always tended to end well for her.
Her sister rolled her eyes.
“I feel like I was brought into this world to keep Freja from getting into fights.”
“Yeah. And your techniques have been working so well.”
Abigail glowered, but rearranged her expression as the waitress came over. As she ordered drinks, Freja’s gaze flitted between her companions.
“Do you guys go out together a lot, then?” she asked.
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Taco nodded, "Yeah, we're pretty much best friends. A power trio if there ever was one." He said, "Taco and I grew up together, we met Chemo when we joined the Invictus a few years ago." Nina added, "It's why going out to a place like Van Leugen, where we might be sucked into some sort of violence, might still be fun." The Serbian woman continued.
"I'm hoping there won't be much violence. I like being uninjured or arrested." Chemo told the others, " You see, Abigail, Nina and Taco are from a bad part of a big city. They have criminal records. They're rebellious."
"Rebels without a cause." Taco said, flexing a bicep.
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Neither Abigail nor Freja seemed to keep friends for long, such relationships seemed to elude them both for different reasons. They seemed to grow thoughtful for a moment, until Freja’s snort brought them out of it.
“Criminal records. Seriously? What do you do, steal road signs?” she asked, amused. “I mean, it’s clearly not fist fighting” she said as she gave a Taco a sarcastic, listless look.
“I was speaking more generally. But… hm, I guess likeability has never really been a factor for me” Abigail said, showing awareness of her rather placid personality. She lived in the middle-ground, and was never a ‘big deal’, really – despite her abilities.
Charming wasn’t the word that Abigail would use to describe Van Leugen. A subtle grimace curled her lips as she waved a waitress over. But Freja was supporting an amused kind of smirk.
“I’m up for getting mugged” she said merrily. That always tended to end well for her.
Her sister rolled her eyes.
“I feel like I was brought into this world to keep Freja from getting into fights.”
“Yeah. And your techniques have been working so well.”
Abigail glowered, but rearranged her expression as the waitress came over. As she ordered drinks, Freja’s gaze flitted between her companions.
“Do you guys go out together a lot, then?” she asked.
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Taco nodded, "Yeah, we're pretty much best friends. A power trio if there ever was one." He said, "Taco and I grew up together, we met Chemo when we joined the Invictus a few years ago." Nina added, "It's why going out to a place like Van Leugen, where we might be sucked into some sort of violence, might still be fun." The Serbian woman continued.
"I'm hoping there won't be much violence. I like being uninjured or arrested." Chemo told the others, " You see, Abigail, Nina and Taco are from a bad part of a big city. They have criminal records. They're rebellious."
"Rebels without a cause." Taco said, flexing a bicep.
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Neither Abigail nor Freja seemed to keep friends for long, such relationships seemed to elude them both for different reasons. They seemed to grow thoughtful for a moment, until Freja’s snort brought them out of it.
“Criminal records. Seriously? What do you do, steal road signs?” she asked, amused. “I mean, it’s clearly not fist fighting” she said as she gave a Taco a sarcastic, listless look.