Kiki

Hope someone fries that egg.

tl;dr

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( her expression sours further, from merely very annoyed to very very annoyed, and a twitch in her eye tells him he's right - or close enough. )

Well done. All my systems got fried. Kinda freaky. We had shields up, full power one minute, next thing you know... Bzzt. Empty.

I think the egg is probably imaginary.

( shrugs. )

Just some dickfuck in a stupid helmet with a stupid ugly drawing looking for a dumb egg.

draw too much attention, she thinks, and decides not to shoot.

“Hey!”

She swats it aside and scowls after the girl, throwing up her hands in annoyance.

“Yeah! You better run! If I see you again I'll kick your ass!” she yells after her. She's starting to get some funny looks from the public now. She's not even the one with the hammer.

Still, better not

She shouldn't shoot this idiot, right?

Right?

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It's not her blood.

Most of it is not her blood.

She looks at the drawing in disbelief, quite lost for the words for a moment. A child's drawing. A slow child. A slow child with a few broken fingers, she thinks.

“Wow, did you draw this yourself? Good luck with this one, kid, but I can't help you.”

“Yeah, thanks, smartass, what kind of embryo? Must be something big.”

The only reason she was even entertaining this was the faint chance that this thing might be worth the headache. Looking at Vena, she doubted it.

Oh I bet you *love* talking. Look, fine, guns away, you're not who I'm looking for. This place has me *jumpy* that's all.

( she holsters the weapon, but keeps her hand close. )

You were about to tell me how you got here.

“How much is this 'egg' worth to you?”

She blows smoke in the girl's face and fakes a smile.

“What's in it?”

She notes the hammer and dismisses it as a threat long before Vena is within striking distance, side-eyeing the stranger with open disdain, cigarette, or something very much like it, dangling from painted red lips.

“What did you lose, your brain?”

Did this &@$%ing storm follow her all the way here? Can't take off with all the electrical interference so she's just.

Stuck here. Waiting.

Hey, I will.

Enjoy your little getaway!

Kinda doubt it.

Anything worth taking?

Day 1.

Journal entry #3:

The weather here is also shitty.

Lotta stupid lookin' people here.

God only knows what. How did you get here?

( her eyes narrow. there was enough evidence before her to suggest he wasn't lying. at least not entirely. instead she steps back and circles him, the gun kept on him, trained but loose, almost casual. she kept her finger off the trigger. safety first. )

This place is barren. You're dressed for...

( her disappointment? palpable. but what had she expected? )

You must have something, I picked up an energy signature. Don't play games with me.

Says the one man circus. Pockets. Now.

Not worth the hassle, trust me. We have bigger fish to cook.

Scrap and junk. Nothing here works any more, it's all eroded. Motherboards covered in sand. Good luck getting that out.

Not a thing.

Everything's just *fine*.

Don't touch anything.

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She's about to lose it.