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[h1][b][color=5a6b7c]Rainsinger[/color][/b][/h1]

In the midst of taking in the nostalgic sight. A voice made itself very much apparent.

A cold voice, directed right at Linus.

“My my, why do we have here?”

Linus casually turned around on his spot, looking the strangely dressed man in the face. Silvery clothes, a garish hood. He wasn’t exactly dressed to impress. Not to impress him, anyway. [color=5a6b7c]”Metas around her look like that these days?”[/color]” He asked, lazily standing up with a turn toward the stranger. Hands in his pockets, and an uninterested look on his face. Linus was used to strangers. The fact is, he was standing in this city as a stranger himself given that he hasn’t been here in two decades.

"What I want to know is...what a man like you, one of the most powerful meta's in Tenebrae history, is doing back from the dead. You go by many names, Rainsinger. Or should I say... Mr. Danvers."

[color=5a6b7c]”Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”[/color]

Whoever this hooded guy was, he tapped a nerve. It didn’t show on Linus’ face. Rather, he cocked his head backwards in an apathetic gesture. His entire demeanor suggested he was not the least bit intimidated by this encounter. An unusually dressed man approaches you, just as you touch land after a full day of sea travel, and starts rattling off dead men’s names, and demands to know your business? For some, that’s probably a bit touchy, but not Linus. After all, if this guy knew that name, he would know that it would be unwise to try anything funny, given the fact that were standing right beside the ocean. Anyone who had even the slightest idea as to Linus’ dead reputation would know that fighting him in these conditions meant nothing less than suicide.

Wind breezed past the two of them as the sun rose higher into the day. Linus was wearing cargo pants and a button down shirt with sleeves to his hands. The kind that can be closed around you like the coat he also wore. His appearance was very casual, very forgettable, unlike this man before him. Linus could hear the waves crash against the rocks below the pier. The air was cold and unmoving, one would think there was tension between the both of them, but really, Linus couldn’t be bothered to feel any kind of concern for this situation. He stood with the feeling that he could walk right past this hooded man and not give the slightest of a damn if he pulled a knife. There was nothing to read on his face except pure disinterest.

After an eternity of silence he spoke up.

[color=5a6b7c]”Do I know you?”[/color]


[h1][b][color=ff6130]Ellie[/color][/b][/h1]

[color=ff6130]”So, a little drone. Alright.”[/color] To say nothing of Dream’s coffee proposal, they talked longer into the night until eventually, it was time for everyone to go back to sleep. Ellie woke up that morning just fine, and made a point to only drink [i]some[/i] coffee today. Thankfully, today was a Saturday morning, so there wasn’t much that had to be done in the way of normal human living. The apartment was quiet, dim light coming in through the curtains before she opened them. This was what she was used to. Peaceful. Solitary. Her own slice of calm in this hectic city. So, the first thing she did was check her door, and lo and behold there stood a metal case with a highly sophisticated drone. [color=ff6130]”Damn. 50... 220...”[/color] She muttered to herself, peeking at the parts, the horsepower of the motor, the voltage it ran on, and such. Takeda seemed...paradoxically prepared at this point. He was a fidgety mess about this mission, and yet he had something like [i]this[/i] ready to go. Thankfully, Dream seemed to be more level headed, but still, even if they did manage to get this in successfully, how would they extract the heart from the lab? Things just didn’t add up. 

An hour into her day, some milky coffee, and a few swings at the bag in her sweatpants and tank top, like the lazy bee she was, her phone went off. Probably some girlfriends messaging her about the day. Typically, she went out with some girls she knew and hit the town, so to speak. They were good friends, not the kind to know her secret life, but enough to feel comfortable and laugh like she does. Another ding or two sounded before she could snatch her phone off the couch with a stick of French toast in her mouth...Four notifications, three people, one group chat. They’re as lively as ever. 

[color=f7976a]FRANKIE: Heyyy babes[/color]
[color=f7976a]FRANKIE: I got a bonus at the Round anybody wanna go fuck around in the city ;3[/color]

[color=fff200]SOPHIA@42: Oooh, sounds fun...where’s our girls at?[/color]

[color=f6989d]V: Gonna be busy a bit, this evening sound good?[/color]

Ellie giggled a bit, they always were a hell of a time.

[color=ff6130]ELLIE: Sup hoes.[/color]
[color=ff6130]ELLIE: I might be a bit preoccupied by then. If not I’ll find your asses, dw up for me tho. Have fun~[/color]

Ellie plugged her phone into a charger and left it at that. Her first thing to do today? Finish that French toast. Her second? Think about what in the name of Nicolas fucking Cage she was gonna do about raiding an underwater lab with an 8 pound drone on the weekend. Hopefully, Dream and Takeda hadn’t told her everything yet. As of right now, she was a bit unprepared. They had the whole sun’s time to figure something out, at least.
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