"..These recent deaths, me getting.. sloppy, they.. they bring me back to a time before.."
"A time before I was a proper fixer, no?"
"When.. when I was just.. a pretty thing to be looked at, and one day, after stepping out of line.."
"I got my first taste of oblivion."
@SusanNFriendsCo "that'd be fun."
"I /work/ at Shrapnell but I'm not exclusive, y'two need an extra set of hands, call me up."
"J Corp sounds nice - tell me how it goes!
@SusanNFriendsCo "..Thank you Susan."
"Appreciate the love from.. down the street."
"You can't see it but I just looked out the window to check if you actually work there."
".. obviously not, N Corp is big."
"โโโโโโโโ!"
They'd call, the woman in the emerald green dress falling to the floor.
The crowd would gather around them, not helping, simply.. gawking at the scene in front of them. They just.. stared and screamed for what felt like years.
Then she woke up.
"โโโโโโโโ!"
They'd call, the woman in the emerald green dress falling to the floor.
The crowd would gather around them, not helping, simply.. gawking at the scene in front of them. They just.. stared and screamed for what felt like years.
Then she woke up.
Done with everything important, done with that small bout of fame and glamour that had coasted her through life until now.
She laid on her bed โ everything beneath her neck a clone body.
โโโโโโโโ was dead. She had to be, and nobody could dredge her from Hell's jaws.
"โโโโโโโโ!"
They'd call, the woman in the emerald green dress falling to the floor.
The crowd would gather around them, not helping, simply.. gawking at the scene in front of them. They just.. stared and screamed for what felt like years.
Then she woke up.
"..These recent deaths, me getting.. sloppy, they.. they bring me back to a time before.."
"A time before I was a proper fixer, no?"
"When.. when I was just.. a pretty thing to be looked at, and one day, after stepping out of line.."
"I got my first taste of oblivion."
A hospital bed, cold, sterile.
She had been told that she'd died, if only for a few hours. Assassination attempt by a small syndicate trying to make a name for themselves.
/Vipers/ they called them, something of that sort. It didn't matter anymore, she was done.
"..Woah-oh.."
[Eliza would laugh out, stepping out of a.. closet?]
"Haaah... the real thing, dyin', is so much more exhilaratin' than canned experience, ahah.."
"..Still, two times in two days is.. sloppy, they'll cut off my insurance if this keeps up."
[..Open..?]
@KetherReverb { This leads to a TIMELINE DIVERGENCE - Eliza will enter the Library, but not in every world. }
[..Eliza knows what /this/ is. She'd heard murmurs of the library, a place with books and books..]
[..things she could sell, or learn from..]
[Quicker than a thought, signed.]
"...Another morning with simple contracts."
"Eliminate this guy's neighbor, kill an up and coming politician.."
"..When am I gonna get something /stimulating/, mentally?"
".. Evening, everyone."
"The current local time is.. 4:50 PM, air quality is.. low, and temperature is cool."
"I am Eliza, from N Corp's Shrapnell Office."
"The Hana Association grades me as Four, and my favorite flavor of milkshake is mint."
Proper Introductions are in order;
I am Dr. Victoria Von Frankenstein, a failure, a fool, a bastard, and one day hope to be known as simply a beautiful idiot.
Ex-Head Scientist of G Corp, and weilder of a variation of Waxen Pinion; I dub as my Ambition.
I do hope we get along.