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She sat back in her seat in thought, The Goddess could've been the reason her body was always tired, but she did have two teenage girls in her house too. "I think that's an accurate assumption, though I'm sure Mari and So-So don't help the situation at all. I had the power to fix all this. My situation with the Goddess. I had the Mind Lavaliere, but in my own fear, I gave it away to my dad. Idl I guess I was scared of what I'd do with it. Or if it fell into the wrong hands."

Cat explained making short work of her main dish, before downing it with wine. Deep down she didn't need to ask Zoe if she were having a good time, she could see it on her face; her reply drew a teethy smile from Cat which prompts the De Facto Matriarch to sit up in her chair.

"I was hoping you'd choose the eye, It's right next to the river too!" She said sounding excited herself. "I don't know if I told you, about So-So; she's this child that kinda just found me. No parents, No name, so I named her Sophia or Sofia. I honestly don't know which one she prefers. But I think she may be related to me. Strange right.?"

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These Lavaliere, she kept hearing about them, but she still had no idea what they were. Cat has mentioned the “Mind Lavaliere” a few times to her but she never really pushed for further information on them. She took another bite of her food before finally digging for more information on these… things. “Sooooo… um… what exactly is this Lavaliere? You’ve mentioned the Mind Lavaliere a few times but… what is it? How would have the Mind Lavaliere helped you?” She was genuinely curious to what they were, and wondered if ‘fallen into the wrong hands’ could they cause a threat that was big enough for Zoe to maybe one day get involved in?

“Yes! It’s going to be an amazing view!” She almost wiggled in her seat that Cat was just as excited as her smile beamed.

But then the conversation took a strange turn. The talk of the little assassin girl that Cat let stay with them. She thought Cat was crazy to let an assassin that she didn’t know stay with her daughter and youngest sister but… it was Cat’s life. And if she was trying something against the Liafador, well that little girl was crazy too. “So-so? Uh, yeah you mentioned her like… once. Why do you think she’s related to you? Has Tassi gotten some sort of energy reading off of her?” She asked knowing that Tassiana was able to recognize people by their life energy.

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"It's a cosmic power source, that's the easiest way I can put it, but the one I had, gave me ridiculous control over nearly every mind on the planet. Though I never used it for that. It's why I have Psionic Powers"

Cat still had very little knowledge on what the gem actually was, but she could recall from her conversation with both Leonel and her dad that if they fell into the wrong hands the universe was in the balance.

"I know my brother Leo is concerned about what'll happen. This Ancient Alien race is supposed to be moving this way to collect those stones--if he gets just one Zoe we're done for. But I would've been able to use the Mind Lavaliere to control the Goddess' into doing what I want"

It was currently working the opposite way around, Faore often capitalized on moving about while Cat was asleep, or drunk. The conversation soon switched back to So-So, and Cat was finally forced to finally come to terms with why she allowed the assassin stranger into their home.

"Tassi's energy readings are weird. But then again all of ours are. I mean I'm sure mine is different from hers and Maya. The girl has a similar energy pattern that much is true, but she has all Liafador features. And manage to navigate the pit. I think she could be a long lost cousin of something"

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Might just piss her off...
Might just piss her off...

“Wait wait… you could mind control EVERYONE on Earth with the stone?” There was a disbelief in her voice as she leaned back in the seat as she took another sip of her wine. Then there were other stones too. But then she began talking about some… evil alien empire thingy that wanted to collect the stones who were slowly making their way towards Earth. “Well… we’ll just have to make sure they don’t get one then.” She spoke with confidence. “And if he does, well… we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. As for the Goddess… I don’t think she would appreciate you using the stone on her. Might just piss her off more than she already is. I think it would be better to figure out why she’s so resistant to helping you. Is there a way for the two of you to… talk to each other? To try and... I don't know, work things out?”

As Zoe listened to her girlfriends explanation of So-so possibly being a Liafador, it began to make sense why Cat would have allowed an assassin to stay with them all this time. “Can you use your… psionic powers to read her mind or go through her memories to try and figure it out? What family member do you think she belongs to?”

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"I suppose you're right" Cat sighed on the subject of The Prize Fighter, Zoe's comment brought forth the realization that at any moment the Pre-Liafador Goddess could emerge and ruin their evening. She did her best not to show it but there was a hidden sadness swelling within the bosom, the events Leonel warned her about were starting to take form; and as the protector of the family, she was powerless to help them. Then there was the idea that she'd eventually lose her humanity, it was evident and both Leo and their dad; and she was pretty sure Maya would experience it too. Would Tassi also experience the same thing?

"I told myself I wouldn't use my powers, I know it sounds strange, but they're teenage girls, I don't want to break their trust by listening to their thoughts. She said speaking on both So-So and Mari, despite being polar opposites the two only had each other now that they were in the academy.

"I want her to choose to come to me if she's going through something, hopefully, she believes she is family. And not just my grocery carrier. But I believe her mother was my sister Isadora." Cat's South American accent triggered by her wine, the Liafador beauty fell back in her chair thinking about the complicated relationship she and Isadora had. They never actually met each other but tried to indirectly kill one another.

"Eh, it's whatever we can talk more once we get to the 'eye' Are you finished?" She asked crossing her legs under the table whilst finishing the rest of her water.

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Isadora? Zoe’s brow slightly arched with curiosity, she had never heard of an Isadora Liafador. But her attention was pulled away as the Goddess accent came out to play. She couldn’t help it, the corners of her lips gave a faint curve of a smile. Seemed even the Liafador’s weren’t immune to their own wine.

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With a blink Zoe took her final bite of her meal and as quickly as she could, got the attention of the waiter so she could pay for the meal (but not before snatching one more bottle of wine for later). As the two walked out, Zoe this time took the lead, her fingers entangled with Cat’s. The moment the couple stepped out, she pulled out her phone with her free hand, holding it out before the two of them. “Smile!” said as she leaned in towards Cat and smiled as she snapped a couple of pictures. Not to post on social media, but just to have for memories.

“I’ll get the cab this time.” She refused to let go of the comfort of Cat's hand as she went to call for a cab. “Hey! Taxi!” She yelled out and threw her hand up towards the sky in true American fashion, the entire time a huge grin on her face as one finally pulled up after the third try. As two got in, and told the driver where to go, Zoe’s face was lit up with excitement. She couldn’t wait for the two of them to be able to experience the London Eye together. “Cat…” The young blonde spoke up. “Um… I know I already said it, but I’m having a great time with you.”

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"I'm having a good time too for the second time," Cat said reaching over to grab Zoe's phone to take a selfie, normally she wouldn't do it but she kind of got caught up in the mood.

As the taxi pulled up to the massive Ferris Wheel Cat tugged on Zoe's hands even jumping in front of people so they might be next in line.

"I swear Zoe sometimes you don't even act American" she teased paying for their tickets.

Escorting Zoe into the seat the Spanish beauty took a seat right next to her never unlocking hands. "Hey, if you friends found out you had a super sexy girlfriend, what do you think they'd say?"

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Zoe’s head literally looked around the entire capsule they were escorted to. “Woaaaah.” If Cat hadn’t sat her down, she would have probably still be standing at the entrance. Her eyes were looking outside the window admiring the view. It wasn’t until she heard Cat’s voice that she turned her attention back to her girlfriend.

She blinked, thinking about the question for a moment as she gave a small smirk and a light chuckle. “They would probably be suuuuuuuper jealous of me, and rightfully so.” She tilted her head back to exacterage as she spoke before looking over at her with a bigger smile. “After all, I got the most beautiful girlfriend in the universe. Then they’ll ask how we met and all that usual twenty questions. When did you start liking girls and that whole mess. They would probably ask if I was trying to 'punk' them. Finally they’ll ask if you have any sisters, which I would then say that they’re off limits.”

“Alright, my turn.” She adjusted herself in her seat, turning just a bit to face Cat. Her smile slowly vanishing as she began asking her own question. “What do you think you’re family will say if you told them we were dating?

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A smirk crept across her face as if often did when Zoe exaggerated how beautiful she was. "You can stop with the flattery, your trip to the inside of my pants has already been secured" She chuckled before taking note to the massive wheel slowly hoisting them upwards.

"I know my brother wouldn't care, In my mind, I think he already thinks of me as a lesbian. It's nothing he ever said, but I might've let it slip that I had a secret crush on his green alien friend once" As older brother and sister the two often shared different ideals with the same goal in mind. It was kind of crazy how distant they seemed now.

"Maya was bisexual at one point, I don't see her caring too much, though I'm sure all the jokes I made about her being a bottom will come back to haunt me" The Sibling Rivalry cliche was personified in Cat and Maya. Cat was historically the problem child, Maya was a prodigy. Cat always held her younger sister to a higher standard because their mother believed she was on one. Their father was typically the medium, he understood all of their strengths and weaknesses and spent extra time to ensure Cat got back on the right path. Still, she felt like she could've been a better sister to Maya.

"My dad is just a dad, these days he's happy we're happy. He's become so...distant that I don't think the concept of relationships matters to him anymore. You made me happy, he'd be grateful, but I don't think he'd care what your gender was. Though I still won't tell him not out of embarrassment or anything, I want him to see the final product. He knows I don't have any friends, all I have is family; and for me to show up with someone I could potentially be in love with I think he'd like to see that" What was weird about her dad was that his humanity was declining. The death of Ziccarra was the final straw for her father, it pained her to see him- them, all of them; that way but beings of that caliber processed things differently.

"Tassi and Star would probably be confused, you'd just be my friend." As intelligent was Tassi was; she was also innocent things like that often went right over her head.

"Given everything, she's had to deal with I can't imagine Sophia caring either. I mean she's an assassin so I'm pretty sure she's seen or done worse. But Mari?" She couldn't finish her sentence. Mari was often a ticking time-bomb and Cat was the fuse. The two of them argued over big things, small things and sometimes thing that didn't exist.

Mari didn't have an in-depth perspective on Cat's life before rejoining the family, she just knew Cat wasn't a good person; and for all Cat knew Mari just ran away from home just to do it. They didn't understand each other, they wanted to, but any attempt at a conversation was cause for an argument. They probably needed to, just yell at each other until there was no more anger to be had. But Catalina as much as she hated to admit it was a child of Ziccarra, a yelling child typically got punished.

"I don't know about Mari, to be honest" She finally said breaking away from her thoughts. Resting her head on Zoe's shoulder, hands still interlocked, legs crossed she allowed herself to loosen up a bit. "I'll cross those roads when we get to them. What's up with you and not knowing how to cook?" Her accent flaring up again.

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She could physically see Cat’s body language change with member of her family mentioned. The different emotions she felt between each of them. Subtle sadness in her cinnamon brown eyes as she mentioned her father, the faint smirk at the mention of Maya… but Mari? She could see her lips lighten with worry. She knew Mari meant the world to Catalina. It was a deeper relationship than Zoe would be able to understand, but she knew Mari was the most important person in Cat’s life.

As Cat laid her head upon Zoe’s shoulder, she squeezed Cat’s hand just a bit tighter for a moment before giving her a loving kiss upon her head. But a laugh escaped her as she was questioned about her skills (or lack of) when it came to cooking. Zoe looked out the window, a bit of a cringing grin.

Wanna give me some cooking lessons?
Wanna give me some cooking lessons?

“Um… well…” She began as she then carefully tilted her head to the side as it rested upon Cat’s. “My family was always busy Laura and Jordan. So we never really had any home cooked meals. It was really just… take out.” Zoe had never gotten much (if any) attention from her family as a child. It all went to Laura (her older sister and former Feral Nova) and Jordan (her younger brother). She never held it against her family, because it allowed Zoe to get away with little things as she flew under her parents radar. “I didn’t care much because… well… what kid didn’t want pizza for lunch and Chinese for dinner. Then when Laura died my mom just… didn’t care anymore. Frozen dinners, hot pockets, all that stuff. Again, I didn’t care cause if I was hungry I just threw it in the microwave. Then when I became Feral Nova I was at We Are Legend and Mr. French was there and he always cooked for us so… there was just no reason for me to learn. Now living on my own… I guess I just picked up on old habits and just order out.” She admitted, a little ashamed now that she was saying it out loud.

“Wanna give me some cooking lessons? I’m a fast learner.”

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"We can start with something basic" her voice dimmed it was soft and almost intimate, Cat's attention had been on their interlocked fingers, thinking of nothing in particular. That was a good thing, the fact that she currently couldn't worry about anything told her Zoe was the right remedy.

"Bendeja Paisa" She said purposely allowing her South American accent to seize her elocution. In truth, it was a dish that could be made in various ways.

Before she was actually sent to work in the whore-houses, as a child Catalina was a servant to "Abuelita" her master's grandmother; the old woman took pity on Cat and taught her how to cook clean and other things she'd need to survive.

Out of everyone that was killed when the Cardinals came looking for her, she was saddened by Abuelita's death the most.

"Of course as long as you're with me I'll keep you fed. You just need to make sure you eat while you're on your own. Don't get so caught up in work" She damn near commanded while doting the bottom of Zoe's chins with a superficial kiss. "So..." She said turning her body so that a portion of her weight was now on Zoe. "I've been thinking about going back to school too"

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Bendeja Paisa? Zoe tried mouthing the words as a puzzled look was on her face. Wasn’t that a bad word in Spanish? What the hell was that? It sound super complicated! But if Cat thought she could do it, then… “It sounds perfect.” She nervously smiled. She thought maybe something like pancakes, or soup, or even grilled cheese sandwich. Maybe it was a type of soup she never heard of. Or a salad! God she hoped she wouldn’t burn the kitchen down.

“Oh trust me, I eat fine.” She laughed as she pat her abdomen, even though she was thin, she had a healthy appetite thanks to her abilities. She literally burned fat. “If you look at my Uber Eats account you’ll wonder how I keep my figure.” she joked as Cat gave a kiss on her chin which made her head held high as she gave a content smile.

But then Cat revealed something to her. “You are!?” Zoe would have jumped out of her seat if Cat wasn’t using her body to hold herself up as she sat. “Cat, that would be so great for you, and your family. It would open up doors for you. What are you thinking about majoring in?” She spoke with excitement. “I completely support this idea, if it wasn’t apparent already.” Anything that would make Cat’s life better for not just her, but Mari, had Zoe’s support. “We can even have study dates together.” She joked, giving her a little nudge. She was excited that her girlfriend was thinking about going to school, it meant that she was thinking about her future and her families future and she was taking it seriously. It made Zoe proud, even if Cat was just considering it.

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Zoe's excitement startled Cat, she made a bigger deal than initially thought. "Yeah it would be, I think I'd be the first to do so. I was thinking about doing something along the lines of business management, I think I want to try and resurrect Liafador International" The Company that Ada destroyed was technically the property of Zeon, but it was clear she wasn't going to try and restart it. She hears Zoe speaking, but the food she ate begin to settle in her stomach causing her to get tired.

"I am not studying with you" She replied lethargically before positioning Zoe's hand in her hair indirectly telling Zoe she wanted her hair rubbed. "We're going to get 20 minutes into studying, you're going to realize how hot I am or vice versa and then boom we're having sex" She explained shifting around under Zoe's arm a bit to increase comfort.

"I think I wanna do everything my mom did, but better"

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Her fingers gently ran through her girlfriends flowing, silk soft hair as the tips of her fingers massaged her scalp (but careful not to mess up her hair) as she also adjusted herself accordingly to what Cat needed. “Liafador International? That'll put your family back on the map.” She remembered the company but couldn’t remember for the life of her exactly what the company dealt with. But details didn’t matter to her right now as she watched the energy that Cat once had when they first met up earlier today was now nothing but a distant memory. Zoe's bright blue eyes down upon her sweetheart in contentment, she was so adorable as she could see her cinnamon eyes become heavy.

But she couldn’t help but give a small laugh at Cat’s refusal to ever study with her. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” she teased as she looked out the window for a moment as the two were ever so slowly continually rising as their view of the city widen little by little.

"I think I wanna do everything my mom did, but better"

She knew Cat always struggled with trying to separate herself from Ziccarra. For years she didn’t want to have anything in common with her mother. For years she denied who she was. But now she was finally beginning to not only find herself, but accept who she was. While she was a clone of Ziccarra, and while she had similar traits and talents as her mother, Cat was very much her own person, and very different than her mother. “Well, you’re already well on your way to doing better.” Zoe lovingly gazed down at Cat. “And I’ll be there for you every step of the way, I promise.”

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"Unfortunately I know" She responded in regards to "Putting her family back on the map" While the Liafador Heir begins to blueprint her design for reconstructing the family legacy, there were loose ends that needed to be tied. For one, despite being referred to as the De Facto Liafador Matriarch, she wasn't but lineage--Chance was. Two, bringing back L.I would have to be something she ran past her family because the mainstream media would swarm on such a notion.

Cat's eyes peered out toward the London skyline as it moved to eye level. "Hey when's your birthday?"

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She continued to run her fingers gently through Cat’s hair as the two looked out the window. It was so peaceful, you could almost forget there was chaos going on in the world. But her question, kinda threw Zoe off. “My birthday?” She blinked, realizing that the two never shared when their birthdays were. She couldn't help but give a light chuckle at that fact they didn't know each other's birthday. “It’s March 23rd. What about yours?”

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Zoe look a bit taken back and like the look of confusion came and went, it then settled on the brow of Catalina. "Ah, I see we've already missed your birthday" Zoe's question cause Cat to sit up a bit perplexed. She wasn't sure if she even had a birthday. Sure there was the day the Cardinal Scientist determined that she'd survive the cloning process, but that was hardly a birthday. "You know, I don't know" Her eyes shot skyward as if she were trying to recall that memory.

Come to think of it, she didn't know her mother's birthday either. The only two of her siblings she knew for sure had a birthday was Maya and Tassi.

"I guess one of these things, I need to go back through my mother's things and find her first mentioning of me. I guess whatever day that is would be my birthday. I guess I still have things about myself I need to figure out. One of them being whether or not I have diabetes"

Cat received just about all of Ziccarra's traits, but as of today, she hadn't felt any symptoms of diabetes; which also meant she needed to get Maricela checked. "Adios Mio" She halted her eyes pushing the limits of the sockets. "Zoe, what if the place I was created in is still standing?"

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Aww, these two are so wholesome! ♥ I want nothing but their undying happiness. [Although there's a part of me that's eagerly hoping everything falls apart just because it'd be delicious.]

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Aww, these two are so wholesome! ♥ I want nothing but their undying happiness. [Although there's a part of me that's eagerly hoping everything falls apart just because it'd be delicious.]

LMAO!

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Aww, these two are so wholesome! ♥ I want nothing but their undying happiness. [Although there's a part of me that's eagerly hoping everything falls apart just because it'd be delicious.]

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@feral_nova: Why are you so focused on the bad? Focus on the love and happiness I want for them!

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She shrugged her shoulders lightly. “Meh, there’ll be another one next year.” But then when she realized that Cat didn’t even know if she HAD a birthday, Zoe blinked, taken back. She began to feel guilty taking her own birthday so lightly when her own girlfriend didn't know if she even had a birthday.

But then one trail of thought lead to another. Diabetes and then, worry of where she was created was still standing. She could hear the sense of panic in her voice and her fear in her eyes. Zoe got up and sat down in front of Cat so she was facing her, looking at her eye to eye as she grasped both of Cat’s hands into her own. “Catalina.” She her voice was soft, but firm as she held onto her girlfriends hands, lightly squeezing them to try and bring her mind back to her. “If it’s still standing we can go there, together, search it, gather whatever information we can find that they have on you and then do whatever it is you want to do it. But together.”

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Cat's eyes focused in on Zoe as she kneeled in front of her. She worked herself up, Zoe could see it and like any good girlfriend, she reassured her that everything was going to be ok. Even though it probably wouldn't. The Raven Haired Goddess bit her bottom lip, it was in that moment she could see how much the two of them had grown in such a short period of time.

"Hey, let's go back to the apartment..."

(I really cheated you, but we needed to end this)

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In parts forever unknown to the maps of men, a figure of many trades sat on a hardwood floor. He was a grandmaster, of both blade and limbs. He was a scholar, of mysteries that so easily eluded those who sought to understand them. He was a father, to a child who shared neither his blood nor his name, but his spirit. And he was a warrior, for both goodness and savagery. He was Ishin - the Demon King.

Outside, the wind raced through the farm he had cultivated, and though his robes billowed from the breeze that came through the window in a sweeping rush, Ishin sat still. Hands on his lap, legs crossed, and sword at his side, the Demon King surrendered to the call of higher worlds, and entered a trance that drew his spirit out it's prison of flesh and bone. His spirit soared through the sky, nudged not by wind, but an energy known to many and mastered by few - ki. Like a dragon with a flame, it guided his spirit, and in the ticks between seconds, his spirit had reached it's destination.

Primrose Hill.

A public park to the modern world, but a cherished memory to the Demon King. Thousands of years before bulbs of artificial light were as plentiful here as the trees, it was where Ishin had met a woman he held dear to his heart; Zhu, the Phoenix. Generation after generation, they'd return to Primrose Hill. And thousands of years later, Ishin returned alone, finding company in the memory of a simpler time. For he had sensed the cosmic tides shifting towards the apocalypse. He came seeking peace, for there would soon be none. The end was nigh, and Ishin was ready to duel the gods of fate.

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✯✯ The Blue Eagle ✯✯

The murder of Chance Liafador had not gone unnoticed. In Thee Champion, it set alight a rage that compelled him to condemn those responsible to a fate that most - even his son, Achilles - once thought too cruel for the Great One. His father's daughters were in danger, and Thee Champion would first smite the entire Solar System than see his children harmed. But Achilles - Thee Champion's chosen heir - had managed to sway his father from the path of a destroyer god, convincing him to take his daughters and granddaughter to Deus, where they will live a cosmos away under the protection of Thee Champion himself, and his Marvelmen.

While on Earth, it would be Achilles and a golden saint chosen to stand against the world's latest evil. And to recruit her, Achilles - a demigod of the New World - had come to the greatest kingdom of Old Europe.

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From the Blue Eagle, the American God lanced through the clouds as the skies of British royalty gave way to raw American power. Though as he landed, it was with neither a thud nor a crash, but silence, courtesy of his spectacular anti-gravity sciences. Lifting his gaze to take in the grand sight of Abigail's manor, Achilles smiled, Nice place.

Ringing the doorbell, the bass from his voice soon rolled past the doors, "It's Achilles. The American, not the Greek".

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Abigail sat in the foyer, in a chair directly facing the entrance. Her eye was glued to the door, as it had been for the better part of an hour, her expression alternating between worry and a thousand yard stare.

Between communications with Achilles and her fianna she'd been scanning various international systems for any sign of Chance through facial recognition. But peering through the NOOCS, her eye in the sky, had for once been a useless endeavor.

"He's late. Why is he late? What's taking so long?" she moaned, prying herself away from her search long enough to lament the slow-seeming passage of time. She glanced at the clock. Three minutes til noon. Okay, so he's not exactly late. But whatever happened to "fifteen minutes early?"

No sooner had she thought it than the security system alerted her to the new arrival on the manor grounds. Abby rushed to answer almost before the doorbell rang, swinging the door open with such force that the mahogany slab rebounded off the wall and back into her as though in retaliation. And as she answered, hostess' instincts primed, she gave a jovial smile—only half-forced, for she was glad to be that much closer to answers—and welcomed him inside. "You colonials, so dramatic," she teased. "Always at the last second.""Please, come in. I'd offer you tea but I'd like to avoid playing into stereotypes until we're more familiar.

"Unless you insist," she added, unable to completely abandon her habit of hospitality.

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"There's no easy way for me to say this"

Knowing how greatly the mood would soon shift, Achilles couldn't resist matching Abigail's wit with his own. To the cup of tea she semi-offered, the American God smiled, "No thanks, I'd probably throw it into the harbor anyway". Soon however, the humorous glow faded from his face, and Achilles' eyes hardened like stone. Having poured so much of his recent time and energy in the pursuit of a solution to the cosmic threat posed by the Abyssal Imperium, the American God knew little about the relationship between Abigail and Chance. He was no Liafador. Like Athena to Zeus, he was the brainchild of Thee Champion, motherless and miraculous.

He had taken on the heroic burdens his father once shouldered, and in so doing, had little time to acquaint himself with the mortal half of his father's family. Until now.

Sighing, Achilles felt the warmth sail out the air, replaced by the cold hand that fate had so cruelly dealt Chance, "There's no easy way for me to say this. My youngest sister can sense the energy emitted by the life-force of every single Liafador, and about a week ago, she stopped sensing Chance's", the grim specter of death loomed over his words, casting a shadow that Abigail had grown all too familiar with. Allowing her the seconds to process his words, Achilles soon resumed.

"I'm afraid.. Chance has died, and based on my sister's words and the sudden nature of her disappearance, my father and I suspect it was murder. My sister felt something else, something that scared her, and we think whatever that thing is, is what murdered Chance. My father's taking the girls to an infant universe he created, where they'll be safe and guarded by his army of Marvelmen".

"He wants you and I to investigate and avenge Chance's death. But if you need time, I understand".

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The look on his face was all she needed to understand what he'd come to say, and even that felt a bit superfluous. It wasn't, entirely—even as Achilles explained how he knew what she herself had already feared, Abigail found herself bargaining with...God, Fate, or whatever nebulous force brought amiable girl into her life only to rip apart the hopes she'd had for her future. How could they know? A child said she "couldn't sense her energy," and that was enough to write her off? What a joke.

Abigail glared at Achilles' features, solemn but somehow distant, with a look she'd normally reserve for only her worst enemies. Why are you even here? she found herself thinking at him, dialing in on her anger to keep from breaking. So calm, throwing around mention of "Chance's death." Was there any real concern behind those eyes, or was he just carrying out another order from his father? And what about Alexis? Some 'Champion.'Couldn't be bothered to deal with it himself? If that's all he had to say, couldn't he have said it from afar, and spared her struggling to hold herself together right in front of him?

Her damaged heart beat a painful and unsteady paradiddle inside her chest but, crossing her arms, she managed to keep herself from visibly trembling. She forced herself to remain standing, knees locked to keep from buckling. And eventually, to stop hating the messenger. He wasn't the one at fault.

If anything, she was.

"I could've stopped her," she murmured, remembering their last meeting. All those future plans seemed so distant now. "Or at least gone with her, what the feck was I thinking? I knew she was running into danger, knew I shouldn't have let her go alone, I just...I wanted to show her I trusted her. Then...maybe she'd trust me?" Abigail became distant herself. Mentally walling herself off from him and from her surroundings. Looking at the characters and events of her life as if through a veil. "Against my instincts, against everything history said would happen if I got attached—every time, without fail.

"She seemed...so alike but her instincts were better. I was supposed to mentor her, tell her about my feck-ups so she could avoid them in her journey. You see the irony, yeah? I thought in her I saw someone to carry the torch. I never would've agreed if I knew I was just looking at my next failure." Abby winced. It hurt to see her supposed protege reduced to that, but in hindsight it just seemed stupid to expect any different.

"I really tried this time. To be happy, to go forward with nothing but my best self, to have faith. I've always figured I wouldn't be around for long. Guess I just hit that point, you know?" Of course he didn't. A godling with less than a year of life to his name? He never would. "I just thought it'd be nice...to know that someone would mourn me - really miss methe real me—when I'm gone. But the great SaintAensland lives on. The legend continues." Her voice dripped with sarcastic revelry, in mockery of the reputation she'd garnered and those who bought into it. "Another cautionary lesson for the next one, right?"

She gave a miserable sneer and sank back into the chair.

"Yeah, right. There won't be a next one.

She looked at him for the first time since she'd started, shoulders slumped, pleading for understanding with her expression. "Achilles I'm sorry. I can't help you with revenge. I just...don't have it in me. And I don't know that I ever will."

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Anger bred from sorrow often gives rise to irrationality. So, as Achilles met eyes with the cold fire in Abigail's gaze, he was not surprised. Death is a permanence whose ways still eluded the human mind. The death of a loved one summons a storm of emotion, and with it, an inborn desire to blame something, someone. Assuming agency behind nature was, and remains, an instinct that's crucial to the survival of man and every animal that walks among him. The creature that incorrectly determined the ripple in the river to be from the wind and not a crocodile stalking nearby - perished.

So, as Abigail glued her fury to him, as though he were the agent behind Chance's death, Achilles simply understood. She could not blame a killer without a face, pin a murder on a culprit without a name. Why not the messenger, then? Crossing his arms over his chest, the American God allowed Abigail her moment, her grief. Watching silently as she surrendered to her sorrow, and ultimately misery, Achilles felt a grain of pity as the Aensland Saint of legend now blamed herself. Slumping back into her chair in defeat, Abigail, it seemed, could not raise her sword in vengeance.

"Fair enough"

Achilles sighed, as if conceding, "Fair enough". Yet Abigail's words rolled in his mind, echoing to and fro.

"I just...don't have it in me"

Uncrossing his arms and holding her gaze with his own, hers defeated, and his determined, Achilles spoke his mind, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that there's nothing I can do to ease your pain. Direct your anger at me if you have to, but you need to hear this, because I don't think anyone has ever had it in them to say it to your face. While you don't have it in you to help me with revenge, I know you have it in you to face injustice, and undo the suffering of others. And though the details aren't important, the Liafador family has suffered, a lot, in recent years. They, and the world at large, will suffer even more if the person or thing that did this to Chance isn't stopped. And as much as you try to separate Abigail the person from Abigail the hero, they're one and the same".

"Like Alexander the Great, you started off young, and achieved greatness at an age when most people still haven't figured themselves out. You can't separate the Great from Alexander, nor the hero from Abigail. Although he gained land and wealth, you gained no reward but the knowledge that what you do is what is right. You're the good person who can't stand by doing nothing while evil is free. A hero. And though you consider what's happened to Chance to be a failure of yours, what'll you consider allowing the real culprit behind this to run free?", the question, it's weight, it's gravity, all hung in the air.

"But", he shrugged, "Maybe I'm just talking out of my ass and I know nothing. I'll investigate Chance's death on my own, starting with Castello Cardinale, the Liafador Winery in Sicily. If you change your mind, you know how to reach me. I hope things get better for you", with a nod, the American God strode out the doors of her manor.

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She knew it was inevitable but Abby dreaded his retort all the same. It stung, all the same. Pressing the knife deeper, whether he'd intended to or not. She couldn't hold his gaze so she focused intently on his moving mouth and the words that bombarded her like blows on a downed fighter. As short as his visit had been, it couldn't have ended soon enough. Yet something within her called for him to stay.

"Wait a minute," she said, starting to stand before realizing she still didn't have it in her. "I have to know. Do you actually feel anything at all? Or is it all just programmed responses to move people about, get them where you want them to go? Just...trying to see things through the eyes of a god. It might as well be you, right? Probably the closest thing I'll get to answers, considering the one I've spent my life serving is either apathetic, cruel, or totally nonexistent."

She'd forced herself to contend with his words. He wasn't all wrong, but more even than illustrating, he embodied her problems exactly.

"All that good. All that greatness, and what does it all matter? At eighteen I still hadn't figured myself out. Feels like I still haven't, so busy worrying about everyone and everything else. All that time, a child trying to bear the world on her shoulders, and the world couldn't get enough. 'Abby, people are suffering,' I've suffered too!"

Her voice fell. "And there's not even anyone to listen, because anyone who gets close to me comes up dead or has their life ruined. And everyone else just sees the next Alexander the Great. I've met a solid handful of individuals claiming to be gods. All stood before this human and expected her to be like one of them. Not Chance - somehow she didn't have a clue who I was. A nice, manageable change of pace from playing Atlas—well, I thought. To her I was just a good person. That's all she needed from me, and I couldn't even give her that." Her mouth curled into a joyless smirk. "Maybe that's God's problem. Easy for him in the beginning but now he's worn down, overwhelmed. Or maybe he's just more of a big picture thinker. Saving a nation from a dictator, but he doesn't have a clue how to take care of the ones who depend on him.

It was hard not to feel guilty, a stranger unloading her baggage on someone who clearly observed it all from a distance, while still barely scratching the surface. It seemed unfathomable that he'd still think asking her help was a good idea. But she was also beginning to feel guilty, leaving Chance's memory and affairs in the hands of one who seemed to have no real feeling for anything at all.

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The doors swung open, but as rays of sunlight warmed his face, the strong tug of Abigail's voice drew him back into the manor. Achilles turned round to face not the greatest of this generation, but a young girl whose shoulders had grown weary of carrying the weight of expectation, and greatness. He recognized the wave of emotion flooding her eyes. She needed an ear but had no one, only him, a demigod who knew her more from legend than any time spent together. Sympathy wrinkled his face as the need for answers and solace claimed Abigail's spirit.

She was angry, that much he could see. But she was tired. Alexander the Great died planning his next brilliant conquest, Arabia. Abigail Aensland, it seemed, feared dying as the hero looked up to by many but loved by no one. So, as her voice sailed back into silence, the American God answered her with patience and understanding.

"Of course I feel things, Abigail. But I didn't know Chance like you or my father did. I'm investigating this partly on his behalf, because I have sympathy for what he's feeling, the same way we'll go to hell and back for a relative who just lost someone we didn't know very well. We might not be in mourning, but we care about how they're affected. I'm doing this because my father fears losing his daughters", his voice rose, the emotion, the passion thundering quietly like a distant storm, "I fear losing my sisters. Because I know the kind of danger that routinely comes for the family my father chose to inherit through marriage".

He pitied her, as much as a homicide detective pitied the grieving wife they'd just informed of her husband's death. "You've suffered. And it seems that the god you pray to hasn't yet answered you. So in the meantime, I suggest speaking to a god you'll be able to relate to, my father. Because he's suffered too, more than you'll ever know. And he's angry, too angry for me to trust him to deal with Chance's death without ending everything and starting it all anew in the new universe he's creating to keep his daughters away from the dangers of this one".

Resigned to seeking justice for Chance on his own, Achilles undid his previous request. "You've been through a lot. And the world's asking too much of you, and I made a mistake to think you're built for it, because you need saving just as much as everyone else you've saved. You need time away. Go speak to my father if you really want a god's take on all of this shit. Because me?", he shook his head, "I'm just a warrior. And I'll take care of this as warriors do", determination glinting in his eyes.

"Sorry to have bothered you". He waited no more and raced out the doors like a gale force. In a heartbeat, the ground became a distant sight as he leaped into the sky and took off in the Blue Eagle.

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"There'd been no challenge Damian Mormont had shrunk from and there'd been no adversary he'd fear. The new age of technologies and anomalies had risen quicker than anyone had thought, and in a world of many a monstrosity, man refused to be left in the dust of those who've evolved above them. Advancing their technologies and expanding their knowledge, humanity soon sought to close the power gap between humanity and the divine. To those who walked the line in-between surfed beneath the surface straying away from the eyes of both parties, they've proven to be the weapons that could close that gap once and for all."

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"How's that? Sounds cool doesn't it?"A woman, no younger than twenty-five years, whipped her head back from the ginormous monitor to catch a glimpse at Damian's reaction to her monologue, one that she'd been working on for hours despite it's duration. "It's alright, I noticed how you deepened your voice there to make it sound more intimidating," in return Damian exchanged a grin. "S-shut up!"She squeaked, "...it sounded cooler."

"Selina," Damian called out the woman's name, "good work." He walked over to her, placing his worn hand on her small shoulder, her sullen expression lighting up into one of more awe, "now, send that to our contract. He'll do the rest." x "Y-yes!" Instantly, Selina began typing away at the large keyboard before her, missing no keys with the speed of a tech savant. Together, the two, Selina and Damian, made up of the remaining members of the near-extinct Mormont family. Almost identical with their sullen black hair and crystal-blue eyes, the two siblings inherited their parent's fortune, and though their deaths were unknown both Damian and Selina swore to avenge them. No matter the cost.

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"I don't know what I was thinking," Chance lamented, realizing she flew all the way from Daytonville to London during a pandemic. She wanted to get to Gothic, but with everything happening in both Gothic and Daytonville, she was forced to stay at Heathrow until she was given clearance to leave.

The last couple of months were hard to take in, Zeon, no, not Zeon. She refused to give weight to whatever that thing was wearing her sister's flesh. That demon killed her after she killed their father. She never felt such rage before, her own, not Zeon's.

She was brought back by her cousin Mari and spent the last couple of months in rehab. This pandemic broke out, she watched Catalina get decapitated, and the entire main island of Daytonville reduced to cinder ash. It all went back to one choice she made when she disregarded Abby's concerns and set off after Zeon in the first place.

'I should've texted her or something' The thought soon subsided when she realized her cellphone service didn't cover her in Daytonville. On the plus side now she was back in London, she remembers when she left. She went home to see her brother Elijah, her mother, and grandmother; she never returned to London--until now.

Lately, everything reminded her of that horrible choice, or perhaps it seemed that way because even after being resurrected, she STILL wanted to save her sister.

The waiter grew impatient, delivering water to her over and over again; she kicked the drinking habit back in Gothic. Hawkshade saved her from being roadkill on the Gothic Freeway; she'd been clean ever since then but being so close to the smell nearly made her gag.

As the day turned old, she'd finally found a wifi hotspot, though out of fear, admittedly didn't try hard enough.

"Abby. It's me, Chance. It's a long story, one I wanted to tell you in person. But I'm stuck at the airport in London. Let's meet up soon. I'm so sorry"

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"Ms. Aens–...Abigail..." Alastair laid a gentle but firm hand on her wrist. His face was as stoic as ever, eyes hidden as usual behind his shades, but the concern was abundantly clear in his voice. Abigail just stared dead-eyed at the floor, rocking gently with the motions of the car.

After a while she picked her head up and looked to the raven-haired girl on her left. "You think it's legit?"

"This one cannot be certain. However, there appear to be no indications of duplicity."

"It could be a trap," Alastair offered. "If Zeon's gotten word you're looking for her..."

"If it pleases the Ríonfénnid, this one could attend to the sender and investigate more...thoroughly."

It was hard not to scoff openly. She'd all but given in to the influence of the spirit perpetually lurking in the periphery of her mind, but at least she'd managed to more or less maintain control of herself, most of the time. "If it's a trap then all she's done is save me the trouble. I'll handle it myself, you guys stand by. Oh, uh–thanks," she was sure to add at the last second before a crimson glow emanated from her chest and the interior of the Viano vanished, layers of reality peeled away like cherry blossom petals blowing in the wind. Just as it faded, the vehicle's interior was replaced by that of a small cafe. Abby was already seated to gain a proper vantage point of what looked to be Chance from behind. No one seemed to notice the sudden entrance and when the waiter addressed her it was as though she'd been there all along.

"Can I get you anything else, miss?"

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"Just the check, please," said Abigail quietly, her eye never leaving Chance. She watched for any telltale signs, familiar mannerisms, nervous tics, and tried to mentally prepare herself by stifling her own. Was it really Chance? What if it was? What if it wasn't—that almost felt easier. A fight, compared to facing another grievous mistake head-on? Definitely easier. Abby rocked slightly and held her stomach with both arms. This was nauseating.

It'd be great if she could rub Achilles' face in it. To say that she was right, and he was wrong all along - she's dead just because a child guesses so? The relief from that would even be worth the embarrassment from letting herself fall for it so hard.

Only one way to solve this...

Laboriously dragging herself to her feet, Abigail walked over and seated herself on the other side of the table. Not quite sure how to respond, she'd wait for Chance to speak first, or the trap to be sprung.

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Chance sat with her head lodged between her elbows; it was the best way to keep the intoxicated man from the other side of the room to leave her alone. She felt a tap on her shoulder, turning out of curiosity, her eyes fell on the man. She knew better than to give him the attention; this was the 4th time she'd fallen for it. "Sir!" She didn't yell; it was more of a heightened whisper she didn't want to want to alarm the rest of the bar. "ithinkivebeenmorethanpatientwithyouifyou..." Her version of a stern 'talking too' was halted as her eyes fluttered to the left for a moment to see Abby sitting across from her.

She moved around the man, her eyes and face shifting back and forth between joy and confusion. Leaning over the table to make sure she wasn't in the middle of a hallucination or worse, someone's spell, she simply stared with a wince as if Abby were far away. 'Please don't be a spell; please don't be a spell.' Grabbing her things, she prepared to join Abby on the other side, but of course, the drunk was in her way. "Get. Outta. My. Way," She huffed, smacking at his shoulder until he finally got the hint.

She dashed to the other side, before stopping running back to her previous spot to grab her purse, and then continued to Abby. She approached cautiously; she really didn't want to end up dead again because she didn't particularly care for how she was brought back.

She stood, mouth agape, eyes focused. As if Abby were somehow the person that rose from the dead.

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Her mouth opened, but she didn't know what to say. 'Say something, anything CHANCE!!!' She screamed internally. It was like that day she was supposed to say sorry to her mother but couldn't. Didn't. And would never be able to again.

"A-are you mad at me." She just barely made out, her soft voice a decibel above a whisper. "I-I k-know, you told me not to go, and I should've listened to you. I-I just thought I could make a difference..."

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From the time she'd arrived Abigail had been running a NOOCS scan on everyone present. At the very least a bio-scan would ensure she wasn't going to be duped by a basic illusion or hologram. But, she realized once she'd sat down, she hardly needed it. Chance's initial reaction was telling, both visually and in her body's physiological response. "The spike in her heart rate could mean any number of things," the spirit within her noted. "Multiple things at once, even. Just as you're both happy to see her and still worried about an ambush. Let's not forget, it's her fecked up family. If anyone'd know how to fake her mannerisms, it's them."

But Abigail's careworn expression said it all. She was tired, and desperate to alleviate some of the stress of the last few months. But as much as she yearned for the freedom of self-care, years of protective instincts weren't so easily suppressed when someone in need was sitting right in front of her. The heroine would do as she always had - Help her first. I'll shoulder the burden.

"Chance, I...No" She bolted up and threw her arms around the Liafador Matriarch, squeezing her as though one or the other might wisp away if she let go. "No, this was my feck-up. You're young, imulsive, and..."A bit naive, she thought but didn't say. "...And I've been in your shoes before. I should've listened to my instincts but I was afraid." Abby thought back to the argument with Achilles. It was all still too much to dump on Chance, to impose that burden of significance the way so many others had upon her.

"I never should've let you go alone, but I worried that if I clung too hard too soon, you'd withdraw from me, and God knows what'd happen."Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy.

She hesitated, and then, "...So is it true? Did you...really...?"

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@arquitenens: Abby's hug was comforting; Maribrought her back to life; left her in the "Fairy World" until she got all of her core functions back, but there was no comforting hug. The bottom of Chance's chin rests on Abby's clavicle; her body shuddered as she tried to keep all her pent up feelings internal. It felt like the climax of a long journey. As she tried to keep herself from crying, she forced away just a bit, objecting to Abby's position. "It's not your fault. At all. I will have none of it," She cried out with her hands extended on both of Abby's shoulders. Her emerald tinted eyes holding Abby's cerulean gaze. "You tried to talk me out of it, but I was stupid," She continued this time, thick blotches of red beginning to proliferate on her cheeks. It was Abby's question that sent the tears free-falling down the contours of her cheeks.

"...So is it true? Did you...really...?"

The red in her cheeks begin to spread like wildfire, so noticeable that the barkeep slid another glass of water in her direction. Chance finally shook her head yes before unleashing a torrential downpour of tears in the middle of the bar. She didn't have time to think about it all; she never really spoke on it since she was brought back. She cared the images of her encounter with Zeon all the way from Daytonville to London without speaking a word on it. She couldn't believe her sister actually murdered her.

Inhaling deeply, she wiped her face before taking a seat. Taking a napkin to her tears, she tried her hardest to preserve what was left of her make-up.

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"I-I confronted Zeon; she was so livid. I tried my hardest to reason with her, but I saw that that thing was not my sister. Then I got angry. It just felt like everyone I love was either dead or abandoned me. I don't know what came over me. Abby...I killed our father."

Finally, saying it brought her to further tears. Marcos was dying when Chance arrived; she essentially mercy killed him, but that wasn't the reality. The Reality was, "I killed him to spite Zeon." She finally got out, the thought of killing her father hurt more than knowing Zeon murdered her. "I remember thinking, you were right. But I lost myself, and now every time I bat my eyelashes I see my arrow plowing right into his heart."

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"I wish it were that simple," Abby replied, unable and unwilling to let herself off the hook. "I was stupid not to veto your request. Not much of a mentor, I know."

But all her self-pity didn't matter anymore when Chance so desperately needed her. "Ssshhhhh, it's okay." Abigail pulled her back in, held her and massaged her shoulders, just as her own mother had when she was a little girl. As much as she was trying to console Chance, she was also buying time for herself to process everything she'd just said. This really was a disaster. It'd be hard to criticize Chance for killing when Abigail'd set out to violate her own rule not once, but twice now - for Ezra Strix and Zeon Liafador. A way out, she gave herself, was that criticism was the last thing Chance needed right now.

"I am so sorry I didn't do more to protect you from all this – from yourself or from your family." Abby swallowed hard. All that time and a death between them, and the tragic comedy of her life, of their relationship, continued to play out just as it had before. Well, now was as good a time as any.When the waiter returned she ordered a white zinfandel. Leave the bottle, she instructed.

"When we spoke before I said I'd tell you someday, about my mistakes. This feels appropriate, for one."

She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated and drained her glass instead. A flush suffused her features. She started again. "Sometime...God, it was more than a year ago, I was at the head of the League of Shadows. An international order of assassins that, like you with your Cardinals, I hoped to turn into a force for good." She refilled the glass and took a long sip..

"The pressure was too much. These were not good people, and asking them to fight against their original code...There wasn't a single person I could say with certainty wasn't plotting to kill me." It wasn't entirely true. There was Vincent, but the sour taste she'd been left with following their last meeting, feeling wrongly judged, wouldn't allow her to absolve him. "We staged an attack on Satar at his base of operations. I let my anger get the best of me, I made a mistake, hundreds if not thousands died and Gothic City still has a crater somewhere in the middle of it."

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Again she refilled the glass. Playing it cool for Chance when all she wanted—all she'd wanted for months now—was to lose herself in the kiss of a bottle. "People celebrate what I've done, but I just wanted to make him suffer for something personal. And now I suffer every day because of it." That all made it worse. Those sins might have been forgivable if Abby herself hadn't lived through so many similar circumstances. If those lessons had stuck...

"I don't know that there's anything I could do or say that would alleviate your struggles, but you're not alone and you're not stupid. I've been there too, so if there's anything I can do to try and help, if you need to let anything out or anything...I can't exactly consider myself worthy to be your mentor, but I really don't want anything like this to happen to you again. So Chance, I actually wanted to give you this."

With a weak but warm smile, Abigail reached into her shirt and pulled out a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart, lifting it over her head and pressing it into Chance's palms. Its spectral glow yielded a gentle warmth, and handing it over looked to cause Abby some distress. "If you're ever in trouble that you can't get out of, just call out to me with your heart. I promise you I'll be there."

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"Ssshhhhh, it's okay."...."I am so sorry I didn't do more to protect you from all this – from yourself or from your family."

As anguish poured from the pores of the "purest" Liafador, Abby's embrace was like a blanket being place over her back during the winter; while yes, she was still cold, the feeling of being cared for made everything just a little bit more bearable. The waiter soon deposited a bottle of wine on the table; it took every bone in her body to reach up and grab the glass of water. She lost so much of herself in the past years; she couldn't slip back into drinking. But as the cool rush of the water smoothly ran down the back of her throat, she could see Abby preparing to unearth a painful truth of her own.

She remembered the conversation from before--then Abby wasn't forthcoming with the details, but now to console her, she told the story of how her anger cost the lives of hundreds if not thousands. Chance kind of smirked, not because the situation was hilarious or anything like that, but because of how deep her connection with Abby got in just a short amount of time. From their first partnership to their last conversation to being brought back alive and wanting nothing more than to see her guidance, her friendship. "Well, I can't judge you," She said, taking another tissue to her neverending tears.

Even if she could judge Abby, she wouldn't. Perhaps it was her heart's ability to see the good in people, and perhaps it was because she was her friend, could've been because she was naive, whatever the reason was. Abby was home.

"So Chance, I actually wanted to give you this.

Chance eyed Abby intently as she reached within her shirt and pulled off a heart-shaped pendant. The curious Liafador eyed the necklace; it's glow casting a crimson hue on her already strained face. "It's beautiful..." her whisper hardly registering. Normally, she'd take offense to being someone's "charity" case, but this didn't feel like that at all. Abby genuinely cared for her. A feeling she hadn't felt since Grams, her mother, and Elijah were alive. 'Please don't start crying again.'

She thought as she made an awkward face, visibly trying to hold her tears back. 'It's not working' Unlike before, she didn't wail or squeal; rather, she just allowed them to free fall from her face. "I-I have something for you too." She said, pulling back her sleeve to reveal an organic seashell bracelet. She wouldn't tell Abby the origins for fear the bracelet would be deemed too invaluable to take. Her grandmother created it for her. The seashell bracelet was a family tradition passed down to generations for years. Chance was the last remaining member of her mother's side. When she died that tradition was gone.

Removing the bracelet she took Abby's hand and slipped it on. "W-we wear these in my family. It's a stupid tradition we have. You don't have to wear it if you don't want to. It's made with real seashells, not those fake store-bought ones. Also, I'm not going to magically appear, but you can still call me on the phone" The last bit was a joke, but despite her trying to downplay the significance of it she hoped it'd be something Abby one day adopted too.

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Omg she's even more precious after dying!

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organic seashell bracelet

That one made me do a double-take. Thought that said something completely different at first. 😳

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organic seashell bracelet

That one made me do a double-take. Thought that said something completely different at first. 😳

LMAO

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Abigail scanned Chance's features for impressions, tightness forming in her chest. She'd been holding her breath, though she hadn't realized it until Chance uttered her approval. Abby sighed and breathed easier. At least now she's crying happy tears. I think.

"Oh, well that's...you don"

Catching herself mid-thought as she read the timidity in Chance's face, the slight shudder as she removed the bracelet. "Trying to one-up me, huh?" Abby put it on immediately, though the sentiments behind her smile were ambivalent.

Astounding, was the wayward Liafador. After all that she'd been through, despite dying and despite willingly killing her father (they'd have to talk about that eventually), her spirit hadn't dimmed in the slightest. She's every bit the sweetheart she was before, you'd think she was catching up with a friend after nothing more than a simple year abroad. And this was precisely what bothered Abigail. To be responsible for this girl's death—at least partly, by way of neglect—and still held in the same regard as family? She didn't deserve any part of that grace.

"Well, this is embarrassing," she snort-laughed. "Feels like God is laughing at me. Being so dramatic like that. Sweetheart, it's lovely." She wrapped Chance in another embrace but just as soon felt the pull of another - not physically, but mentally. It hadn't escaped her notice that all along, others at neighbouring tables had been stealing glances and whispering ever since Chance first started crying.

"Hey, there's still something I wanna talk to you about. About moving forward, but...would you mind if we went somewhere more private first?"

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She couldn't help but chuckle at the 'One-up' comment; that chuckle evolves into full-blown laughter with Abby's 'snort-laugh' 'If it wasn't embarrassing then, it sure is now.' She thought, finally downing the last bit of water.

"Hey, there's still something I wanna talk to you about. About moving forward, but...would you mind if we went somewhere more private first?"

The request brought on some curiosity, she had questions too like 'How the eff did she even get here' but as the astute emerald gaze gently glides around the room toward the various individuals stealing peeks at the two. "Yeah, we should totally get out of here. Before someone thinks we're filming an episode of Days of Our lives. And I do not want to be caught Kate crying" She said gathering her things before realizing what she'd said. 'omgomgomgomg I'm starting to sound like my granmie.' "Uh eh, So this is a judgment-free zone. I-I only kinda casually watch Days of Our Lives, you know like whenIfirstwakeuporabouttodosomeseriouscleaningandotherstuff--Where did you have in mind?" She said running her hands through her hair to hide her shame.

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"Well, now I have tolearn what 'Days of Our Lives' is so I can make fun of you." Her eyes glittered as she spoke. Even the pale eye where she'd been slashed, typically dead and unresponsive, seemed to come alive for a moment.

Abigail stood up and called the waiter over. She didn't ask for a check. A perk of her parentage was that she could just leave an obscenely gratuitous amount of money on the table, saving her time and making someone's day (or month) in the process. "I'm taking this," she said, snatching the wine bottle off of the table.

She guided Chance to the street where a limousine was waiting. "We don't actually have to go anywhere, I could just have Daniel drive around, see the sights until...Oh. You're not staying in a hotel, are you? I mean, don't get me wrong Chance, I know your family, but I also saw your living situation in Valor, and...Well, do you need...What do you want to do? Are you flying back somewhere today? Staying somewhere? I could host you at my home until you're ready to get going, orrr....? No pressure."

In the interim she had the driver make rounds about the city, sealing the partition while she and Chance talked. They had the cabin to themselves but Abby sat fairly close, about the space of a single person between them, to impress upon her what she was trying to say while not imposing herself. "You're very hard on yourself, and I wish you wouldn't be, not so much at least. It's good to hold yourself to a high standard if it encourages you to do and be better, but you can't beat yourself up for trying to do the right thing or for things that are out of your hands. Okay? Never underestimate your own resiliency, the strength of your will. I've seen and done a lot, and in terms of heart I'd stack you right up there with anyone I've ever worked with."

Finishing the remainder of the wine in a single draught, Abby swayed slightly with the car. "When my daddy was killed...when I was killed, and my whole world felt like it'd been stolen away, it broke me. I still feel like I haven't found a way back. And here you are...Chance, you'd tell me if something was still wrong, right? If you were hurting, physically or otherwise...

"You really are marvelous, I hope you realize that. I look at you, and it's...like looking in a mirror...except I like what I see." She smiled, weak but hopeful. "And I really don't want you to turn out like me, so promise me you'll tell me, okay? And I'll try to take better care of myself too."

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She couldn't help but double-take at the amount of money Abby left on the table. 'She's not going to get her change,' Chance thought before realizing she too had to double back because she was once again on the verge of leaving her purse. Smoothing out the back of her coat, she slid into the limo and realized this was the first time she'd ever been in one. 'Cool, I guess' Perhaps she was expecting more; she remembered how excited many of the students at her High school were to get Limos for prom; this was not quite what she assumed it to be. The car began to move, and as it did, her emerald eyes dropped to the pendant protruding from inside her blouse. Expressing her thanks again would come off as a broken record; instead, she smiled outwardly; internally, she felt blessed.

The Golden Goddess's inquiry about her future plans visibly rattled her, forcing her to come to terms with the fact that she didn't have a plan. Her family in Morocco was dead, and she didn't trust anyone with her namesake (Despite them being the reason she was alive) anymore. Valor City was no longer safe--there was really nowhere to go.

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Before she could reveal that she'd once again acted on Impulse, Abby showered her with praise. Initially, that praise was met with a bashful smile--compliments were the worst. That bashful smile soon dissolved into an idle state, and once more, the Liafador's complexion dissolves from her face.

"The truth is Abby. I haven't been ok for a REALLY long time. I-I told you about my dark patch and how Hawkshade intervened. Abby, I have nowhere to go." She admitted not sobbing but still wiping tears from her face.

"I'm from Morocco; that's where my family on my mother's side is from. But I gave all that up years ago to become a "Liafador," She said sarcastically in a singsong way.

"My mother worked 2 jobs, and my grandmother worked 2 jobs in her 70's to work up enough money to send me to Oxford. I had a beautiful little brother who made me feel like I was Thee Champion of his world, and I threw it all away. Chasing false perfection." She had to pause because thinking about Elijah caused physical pain sometimes. 'Everyone loves fruit cups,' She thought; that was something she'd got from him. That admittedly brought a quaint chuckle to her downtrodden face. Inhaling deeply, she continued, this time turning her body in Abby's direction.

"My mother just wanted to protect me. Like she'd always done. She consoled me when I was dumped for the first time, stayed up on facetime despite the time difference to help me with my studies. That woman would've used her body as a shield to protect Eli and me, She gave us her heart, and I'm the one who broke it-- I-I said horrible things to her."

Chance opened her purse to retrieve more tissues, her face nearly fully red from vividly remembering their last encounter. "Those horrible words were the last words my mother heard from me. And the look of shock is the final image of her in my head. I'm a forking horrible daughter Abby, and I hurt every day. I hurt thinking about them. I have no choice but to be hard on myself because the moment I did something for myself, I lost EVERYTHING" It felt like divine punishment. A punishment so severe she was brought back to continue her sentence.

"I-I-I wish you hadn't brought up where I'm staying because the truth is I don't know. I never know" She said tossing her one-way ticket to 'Gothic' (Where she thought Abby lived) on the table before finally allowing herself to break down into a full sob.

"Yeah..." She sighed wiping the tissue across her eyes before purposely allowing her hair to conceal her face. "Resilient maybe, but as it turns out guilts just harder to kill"

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