[h2]The Ashland: Epsilon’s House[/h2]

Whoever these people were, Epsilon mused, they really weren’t cut out for stealth.

There was the sword-surfer, first and foremost, currently waving at her as if they were the best of buds. It actually hadn’t been the hunk of steel he was riding that really caught her attention- stranger things happened out in the ash, after all- but just the fact that his face was so familiar. It was only when the guy tried to slur out speech as he approached that it clicked, Epsilon’s face splitting into a wide grin as it did.

[color=#E41B17]“Yeah, think we have. You’re the guy who tried to slit my throat a while back. How in the hell’ve you been?”[/color] The tone of her voice was jovial, as if it was a private joke shared between two close friends than an actual truthful statement. Her gaze travelled lazily to the other guy, next, the one that looked like he stepped straight out of some old science fiction poster. “Cybertech” or something like that. She didn’t really care for collecting that sort of thing, herself, but it fetched a pretty penny in some circles.

Epsilon found herself first taking in the bright green and the whole skate-thing first, and then the man’s face second- or, rather, the boy’s face.

[color=#E41B17]“You’re a kid,”[/color] was all she could muster at first. 

She blinked, scratching along the side of her jawline.

[color=#E41B17]“Can’t say I ‘xpected this so early in the morning. What can I do you for?”[/color] She paused, shaking off some of the ash from her cigarette before bringing it once again to her lips. 

Her nostrils flared a little. 

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