Evangeline pauses for a moment before blasting out an unending, unbroken stream of accomplishments.
Ah. Well.
I've uhh... done some trading, some smuggling, some arms dealing, some blockade running, some terrorism, some blackmail, some kidnapping and ransoming - actually; the ship I came here in was given to me in exchange for a Naval officers' life and I'm not even joking - uhh...
Evangeline raises an arm and starts counting things off her fingers.
Been shot at by the Congress, the Colts, a copupl'a other Junkers, the Xenos, some Bounty Hunters...
Evangeline starts counting on the other hand, retracting fingers as she speaks.
...bunch'a Outcasts, Liberty Navy, Rheinland Military, both police forces...
She retracts two fingers at once to reflect her compound addition and upon realising she's run out of fingers, opens all of them and continues.
...some random freelancers and assorted pirates, the Hogosha and Kusari Naval forces, once at the same time, I had some Corsairs come on to me on the way down here aaaand Misaka tried to kill me when I accidentally told her I came here for a date with a Bretonian police pilot - which mind you, is only partially true. I don't expect her to show up.
Besides that I've been doing rather well. The Company is puttering along... sort of...
The main point that's been keeping my mind active lately is that I built a small underground base somewhere which I used to hide from the Congress when they were on their cycle.
Evangeline fakes a cough.
It's currently sitting abandoned though, because I somehow managed to kind of patch things up enough with the Congress that they aren't sending people out to kill me... at least none that I'm aware of.
As for the girls? Well.
Sanya keeps getting fatter and fatter. Sure, she eats _5_ times a day but are babies really meant to get that heavy that quickly?
Misaka is, aside from the occasional wifely moments, proving very capable of keeping my chain taught... except when she's asleep of course. Her co-conspirator Sakura is as loud and obnoxiously adorable as ever.
I don't know if you ever met the night shift, but those two are doing just as well as ever; hiding in the background in each others' arms like always.
Evangeline exudes a coy smile, knowing full well the information overload she's just drabbed over her listener.
Evangeline stares down the man, her jovial smile long washed out by a demoness's glare.
Was I talking to you mate?
And who is this "someone" that I-...
Eva pauses for a moment.
Actually. No.
Forget it.
Evangeline heeds Vixen's unspoken yet clear-cut command to calm down and sighs heavily before relaxing back onto the countertop. She mumbles something illegible to herself, perhaps regarding Jeremy's choice of hair style or clothing.
Vixen seems stymied, running over the list in her mind until Eva's raised voice cuts a swath in her train of thought. Almost instantly, she sent a lightning glare to...remind...Eva of the spirit of the evening, sending a similar, if somewhat lesser one, at Jeremy a moment later. "Well...it seems you've been busy, huh? Its surprising how few Junkers actually 'junk' anymore...breaks the simplicity of it if you ask me. I'll stick with finding stuff to haphazardly weld to my Salvager." she chuckles slightly. "Oh, how far we've come...everyone progresses so quickly, huh?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
he smiles at bret. and meanderd over to him and illo and his other crew/pals.
"Been awhile folks. Ive been laid up in physical therapy mostly since me back surgery. I see Dr. John's abit late. Thought id be the last one to make it tell you the truth."
He scratches his head. Eventually seeing Grace introduce herself he held out a hand.
"Madam, Im James Mckenna Congressman. Though I only know you from the roster its nice to meet you."
The older man of nearly 60 was dressed for an event and not in the usual second hand garb/utility overhauls older junkers usually wear.
He scanned around spotting Eva who wasent lookin in his direction at the time. he smiled to himself content she was alright and figured it would be a good idea to keep an eye out for any...other... members of the Congress...
Jeremy rubbed the back of his head. "That was uncalled for...Im sorry. To both of you." Jeremy left the two to talk and took a seat with Izzy, who flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. After a few words, Izzy giggled and took a sip of vodka. Jeremy mimiced her.
Meanwhile Rika was still looking at Licentia. "How old is she?"
Grace shakes the man's hand. "Nice to meet you too, I haven't seen you around much. But I'm relatively new to the Congress too" She looks over where James was looking a second before. "Hm...long blonde hair, young look...that wouldn't be Eva would it? Van Pelt told me about her."
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Evangeline brushes off Jeremy's apology and continues on.
If you have the time later Vix I'm sure you'd love meeting little Sanya. I didn't bring her with me because I had no idea what I was walking into but it looks like I really had nothing to worry about. Blame that paranoia.
I'll give you a tour of my new ship, too.
Evangeline sneezes loudly; with no apparent cause or reason.
Her eyes happen upon an old fart in a penguin suit floating around and the cogs of her mind turn over... slowly.
Hey Vixen. Who's the old guy? I have this feeling I should know him.
Evangeline casually points to the elderly gentleman who, despite bearing all the wear-and-tear of an old Junker alongside walking with something of a limp, is now, apparently, shamelessly flirting with the young Congresswoman who'd entered the partly prior.
"Well...she's a little over two months old, Rika...only very young." Vixen smiles and turns to Eva. "I'll see if I've got time when this party winds down later on. I've never been on a borderworlds transport...that I remember...And I think i've only visited the Alsatia once..."
She looked over at the man, thinking for a moment. "I think he's part of the congress too, but i'm not sure. I'll ask Bret later..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
I'd say you're right on the Congress line. I was kind of thinking the same thing but I just can't pick him out for sure. My recollection of names and faces has always been shocking.
Evangeline eyes around the room once again, keenly observing the activities of the people whom she'd identified as belonging to the Junker Congress - primarily the elderly male and the young woman he was attempting to woo.
I'm just worried that someone from the Congress is going to take exception to my being here and try to start something. You might have already heard from Bret, but, me and Crow and Co. aren't exactly best mates right now.
I didn't bring a gun because I know this is meant to be a social gathering but, well, I don't trust any of that lot further than the range of my P99. Wouldn't be the first time they've taken a cheap potshot at me, either.
Evangeline exhales loudly as she turns to face the bar and silently beckons the professional, ever attentive bartender. The man approaches her small patch of estate on the long front counter and asks the age-old question.
What'll it be?
Lemonade.
The sudden drop in pitch and added, deliberate roughness of her voice suggests she is perhaps impersonating or quoting someone, attempting to reproduce dramatic effect with variable success.
Ice. Cold.
The bartender, ignoring her lame movie quote, moves to the taps and pours Eva her lemonade, placing the glass in front of her.
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