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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Omega Building
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=purple]"Oh...I see..."[/color] Waverley was almost visibly buffering at Sunshine's assertion that her wedding wouldn't be what she was imagining. The girl tended to have a romantic, yet somewhat traditional view of marriage, having spent hours upon hours in the past imagining her own dream wedding. Her head tilted to the side, as if Sunshine was speaking a language she couldn't fully comprehend. In the end, it was memories of her old YA Fantasy Pinterest board that gave her the tools to try to better connect with the younger girl. [color=purple]"So...ceremonial weapons instead of wedding rings? Or maybe matching tattoos?"[/color] she suggested, [color=purple]"And can I still record the ceremony? For posterity?"[/color] As she asked, her finger twitched to press a button on her video camera, the red light blinking on. It seemed less like she wanted to record this specific moment and more like she wanted to stretch a muscle that'd been left alone for far to long; her videography muscle. She twisted both her organic eyes and the mechanical one that blinked away in her hand to look at Havock as he spoke.

	[color=purple]"Well...she was fighting for Genosha, so now that it's here...she's probably chill again, right?"[/color] Waverley interjected optimistically, giving a hopeful shrug. She turned to Renegade, beginning to say [color=purple]"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know a woman with really cool hair named P-"[/color] before the loud crunching of wood interrupted her, causing her to flinch. She spun around to see Zari, sword out, swinging down on the table. She took a step towards the girl, ready to go see what was wrong, until she saw Veil stepping forward first. So instead, she quickly lunged into the box, pulling out her wallet. [color=purple]"Shit, sorry about that. We can pay for it if you..."[/color] she trailed off as she looked down at the pale green faces of the long dead racists that decorated the cash she was pulling out, the realization suddenly dawning on her. [color=purple]"...these don't have any value here, do they?