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[color=tan][h2]Oxley[/h2]
Location: NYC Compound
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Oxley walked the street with an average pace, keeping her eyes fixed to the pavement ahead of her rather than the people swarming on the street. The music was what kept her focused, and she walked on with her eyes almost closed, bopping her head to the familiar rythm.
And then there was someone right in her path, not moving.
Oxley stopped, her gaze springing up to meet what was an instantly recognizable figure to her databank of a mind. Even before the man had opened his mouth, Oxley braced herself mentally, raising her guard. She took the headphones off and put the music on pause.
[color=tan]"Yes,"[/color] Oxley replied as she squinted her eyes slightly, [color=tan]"I've heard of you,"[/color] she added with a heavily guarded look on her face.
[i]Edmond Grandure. 34 years old. Owner of the technological firm 'Heidis' - the founding father company to all things microengine. Kinda shady, quite friendly with the Peacekeepers. Do not engage.[/i] Oxley had heard of this man quite the bit, and it was no wonder. He had a reputation. Or that's how Oxley herself saw it, seeing as she was interested in the same fields as mister Grandure's company. Not much of what Oxley had heard from this man was very flattering, so her being on guard was probably the wisest action to take. This man was successful, undoubtedly wealthy, and all the things Oxley was not. Oxley would be lying if she said she had never entertained the idea of this man being a hiding Deviant. All things considering, there was something about his history that just didn't add up with her. And that - if something - made her suspicious.
Then again, it could be that he wasn't a Deviant that had slipped through the cracks but simply a highly intelligent, cunning businessman that benefitted from the cruel society and capitalism. Could be either, Oxley thought with a shrug.

"I have come to speak to you about a proposal I expect will help improve your quality of life. Would you care to listen?"
Even in all her wariness, that piqued Oxley's interest for sure. Oxley eyed the tall, well clad man with a critical eye.
[color=tan]"...I...sure. Something tells me you aren't the type who takes a no for an answer,"[/color] Oxley replied, her quick tongue getting the better of her. Her mind was buzzing with questions and confusion, coarsing through her brain like a tidal wave.
[color=tan]"How'd you find me, anyway? And how do you know my name? Wait, [i]no[/i] - that's a stupid question. Of [i]course[/i] someone with your status and position would have access to that kind of information. Ignore that,"[/color] Oxley began, only to backpedal as her mind caught up to her and she answered her own question. She shook her head as if to shake off the dumb question.
With this man, it was safe to assume he knew exactly who Oxley was and what kind of powers she possessed. Still... maybe playing oblivious could be a tad fun. She didn't know what the man was after, after all. Well. Didn't know [i]for certain[/i], anyway.
[color=tan]"If you're here because you heard of my impeccable capabilities as a DM [Dungeon Master in D&D], then I'm all yours! I must admit, I'm pretty fucking good."[/color]