Sev grimaced.
"Well personally I like it better without these clothes..."
she shrugged, looking out the window.
"Wow...where are we?"
The voice answered her question, and she winced at the recognisation that the voice belonged to the girl who had put a high-calibre bullet directly into her stomach.
"Manhattan? I've heard of it, but...Hmm, I can't even remember."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline stares out the window alongside Sev for a moment.
Planet Manhattan. Centre of the universe.
It's also a nice place to get away from an unwanted pursuant. Not many people dumb enough to start a fight above the heartland of Liberty.
Evangeline wanders over to a small microphone-like device cable tied to a bolt in the wall underneath the speaker, a wire travelling up the wall and linking with it. She presses the single, small button on the device and speaks into it.
Did we get rid of them?
Her reply arrives through the speaker a moment later.
They turned around a few minutes ago. We can't stay here for too long though - no doubt they'll be back.
Sev blinked and looked at Eva.
"Who's following you...us?"
Looking back at the planet, Sev smiled. She'd never been to a planet before. Never honestly seen a city, either. Thinking back, there was a lot she had missed.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Sev tenses at the contact, shifting away from Eva again with a slight apologetic look.
"I've never been planetside before. I was supposed to go down there as part of training but it got cancelled for some reason...Beyond 'liberty', i don't know much about this place."
She laughs slightly, but the sound is regretful and sad. Shaking her head, she threw off the dark thoughts.
"But now I get to anyway..." she sighs softly, leaning on the windowframe. "This should be fun."
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Hovering nearby, a lone fighter sat inconspicuously near Newark. It was nothing near out of place, people paused around the planet all the time to chat or rest. "I think I see her."
"Can you be sure?"
"Definately. She's still onboard." The conversation took up only the space of a few seconds, followed by a long silence from the radio. "Very well. We're dispatching a transport. Good job."
The pilot of the vessel pushed up the throttle, evacuating the space as quickly as possible.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Sev blinked idly at the trenchcoat, before sighing defeatedly.
"This is going to look stupid, I can tell..."
She donned the trenchcoat, and took the beanie and glasses, not wanting to have them on unless absolutely necessary.
"I just hope we aren't going far, if I have to go like this."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline stares Sev straight in the eyes in a matter-of-fact manner.
I think you're beautiful.
Regular people... especially... regular Libertonian... people... tend to be a bit simple. Seeing someone like you - with ears, whiskers and a tail, might freak them out.
We're going to a hotel in the city. We were shacking up there before your people called us out. Kana, one of my girls, is holding down the fort and looking after my daughter.
We'll sneak you in so you don't get quizzed by anyone. I can only imagine what might happen.
Sev swallowed slightly at the mention of the word 'beautiful'.
"I...see. Of course..."
She looked around.
"I...get nervous in crowds...I think i'll let you do the talking and all.."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Talking is what I do best, sweetie. Leave it to me.
The cumbersome salvager drifts steadily towards Newark's massive external docking fixture. Flying with the grace of an over-ripe banana the frigate inches towards the external docking port granted for her use, eventually aligning itself with the airlock after a painstakingly slow arrival.
The frigate, out-sizing the largest Sirian transports and even rivalling many cruiser-class craft finishes its' journey tied securely to the external docks of Newark Station. Once the ship had ceased movement Evangeline leaves the crew's quarters and begins trekking through the myriad of unremarkable hallways before her with Misaka in tow.
As they enter the landing of one of the frigates' elevators, Fumika appears from one of the other hallways, stopping in front of the procession. She carries a small child in her arms, apparently asleep.
She pauses for a moment, cocking her head to one side, eyeing off Sev intently.
My name is Fumika. It is a pleasure to formally meet you, Seventeen.
Fumika's steely silver eyes remain cold and unfeeling as she glares at Sev, locking their gazes together.
The child in her arms shifts slightly and regains consciousness. The girl rolls her head to one side and catches Sev in her view.
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