Content Warnings:

-sexual themes

-strong language

Amara walked down the hall of an apartment building. It smelled of old beef and tomatoes. The walls had some black stains, mostly around the edges. Said walls were heavily scraped down, with patches placed over them to hide the marks. She stopped at a nearby door.

She readied herself to knock, but she stopped. There was a sock on the door. A green sock with little crowns on it.

She made a cat-like smile. She pressed her ear against the door.

“D’ya think Amara’s gonna be okay?” Armina asked.

Amara sighed, her mouth dropping to a frown and her eyes going flat.

“She’s havin’ a rough time, but I’m sure she’ll be fine eventually,” Arturia answered.

Her face turned red.

“She don’t talk to me much though, I wonder if…,”

She started nervously twirling her left pigtail.

“Listen, its only been a few months, giver ‘er time,”

Anxiously, Amara knocked on the door. There was a wild series of thumps. Armina opened the door. She was wearing a bathrobe.

“I wish I had been here thirty minutes earlier,” she groaned.

“Amara…?” she exclaimed.

“Why’re ya listenin’ in ya pervert?” Arturia exclaimed,  peering around the corner, wrapped in blankets.

“Jus’ teasin’ ma sis is all,” Amara exclaimed, prancing into the room, her hands behind her back.

The inside of the room looked like a bullfight had occurred. Even the bed’s legs were broken. Amara twirled around with her hands behind her back. Armina closed the door. Arturia moved back over to the bed while Armina looked at her sis with great curiosity.

“Aintcha ‘sposed to be workin’?”

“Nope,” she smirked.

Her eyes widened, “ya Omnes darn didn’t?”

“I Omnes darn did,”

“Go Amara,” Arturia exclaimed, pumping a fist up, only to bring it back down to not reveal herself.

“What’re ya doin’ now?” she questioned, smiling at her sister, albeit a bit of worry in her eyes.

“Same thing yer doin’,” she answered, crouching down and opening up Armina’s dresser.

Inside the dresser were suitcases. They were pretty well packed, and most of them had little crowns on them. There were also a pair of ring cases.

“I bet it's easier to elope to Rem where marriages here ain’t recognised than to get a devarce here?” she remarked with a cat smile. “D-divorce,”

Arturia turned red. She hid beneath the covers.

Armina crouched down on one knee, “Ya want in???”

“Yep,”

Armina gave her a big hug, “I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad yer comin’ too,”

Amara hugged her back, her eyes gettin’ water, “I know,”

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Lyn slipped out of a store. In her hand, she held a purple-blue crystal. In her other, she had a tiny speaker and keyboard. She found the park: a place of dead grass and that statue from before. She shuddered lookin’ at it.

“Who call?” Dusty asked.

“That nose of yers is quite efficient,” she remarked, sitting in a bench.

“Not smell,”

“Close enough,” she shrugged, lighting a cigarette.

She sat there in silence. The clouds kept moving, the sky slowly moving towards noon, then afternoon. All the while, Lyn just sat there, a dead look in her eyes.

“Why wait?” Dusty questioned.

“Oh, now’ya talkin’ eh Dusty?”

“Waste…time,”

“That makes two of us,” she remarked, letting out some smoke.

“Just…you,”

“Too late, ya already said it, can’t take it back,” She chuckled, letting some ashes into her little silver bag.

“Fuck…you,”

“Language Dusty,”

“‘Scuse me,” a familiar voice called out. “Have we met before?”

It was Amara. She looked curiously at Lyn, her eyes narrowed, her hand on her chin.

“Ya saw me earlier this mornin’ moron,” she answered.

She looked up, “Oh, yes I did. What’re ya doin’ ‘ere?”

“Mindin’ me own business. Ya should try it sometime,” she groaned, leaning forward.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m just…ain’t it dangerous here?” she responded, raising both hands defensively.

“That’s why I’m gonna make a call…alone,” she responded, raising up the purple-blue crystal.

“Ya should prolly do that soon then,” she responded, looking back and forth nervously. “They don’t-,”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted, raising a hand. “Now bugger off ‘fore ya get associated with me,”

Amara sighed, “fine, good luck with that call,”

She wandered off. Lyn took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She shook her head. She waited another minute before putting her cigarette in the bag. She attached the crystal, the keyboard and the speaker via a tiny wire. She pressed several buttons before placing the crystal next to her ear. 

It rang. It rang. It rang. Someone answered.

“Twilight Holdings, who is this?” a voice like a mathematician dolphin called out.

“Oy,”

“Lyn…,” they exclaimed. “What is your current location? Is your health sufficient? At what date did Taipan-,”

“Listen, Inola, I don’t have a lot of time to talk. Security issues ahn all that. I need yer help with somethin’,”

“We will assist you to the best of our abilities,” they affirmed.

“Thanks…can ya look up a ‘Carina Thomas’ fur me? Adlernesti citizen, red brown hair, ocean blue eyes, white skin(obviously),” she questioned, looking the other way.

“Give us a second,”

Lyn lit another cigarette. She breathed in and let out some smoke. She released some ashes into her bag.

“Apologies…information in the Twilight Holdings database on this ‘Carina Thomas’ is insufficient. Ergo…she does not exist,”

Lyn raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened. Her eyes sharpened.

“There are multiple circumstances one could be eliminated from the database. If you need clarification, we can ask Taipan for further details or try to make contact with Fau-,”

“Nope, too dangerous. Thankya fur the help,”

“Lyn-,”

She hung up. She got off the bench. Urbs Lucens wasn’t far from setting, she had to move.

End of Scene II………