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	Morie couldn't deny that the shed behind her new home was something out of a horror story.
	A few lifeless bodies sat close next to each other, leaned against the walls. They all looked exactly like herself--except naked, which was the main thing that bothered the girl still. She had gotten mostly used to the unsettling sight of what was essentially the dead, and she had gotten used to the fact that they all wore her face--but she still had never gotten past seeing them nude. Seeing her own body exposed. Morie had a pretty large wardrobe, but not enough to spare clothing for all of them at all times, so she had to settle with just covering them with blankets while they were in storage.
	With the faintest of sighs, she lifted one of the said blankets off of herself. The shed wasn't very well insulated, so the cool weather was felt keenly even inside. Having lived in Edmonton before her move for this Ward business, the cold of Redline was nothing much to her when she had clothing. As she currently was, though, it was more uncomfortable.
	Morie shifted her attention to a copy of herself on the opposite side of the shed. She kept them organized by their position--this one was her most recent finished copy. It was to be the latest one absorbed by the body she was currently controlling.
	The girl stepped lightly and quickly along the cold floor, removing the blanket that covered the copy, and kneeling down next to it. She placed her hand on the copy's sternum, and started the rather grotesque work of absorbing the body's matter. It wasn't [i]violent[/i] or bloody or anything, but it was unsettling. Really, that was the entire name of the game with her powers.
	As the twenty minutes she had passed, the copy began to slowly shrink in size, slowly began to shrivel. Extremities lost detail and receded to become stumps, and skin lost its colour. 
	The body was truly dead now--not only lacking life, but lacking the capacity for it entirely. Even if Morie wanted to, she'd be unable to control the copy. It could only serve as 'food' now. 
	[color=fadadd][i]Bleh.[/i][/color]
	Morie had more copies than what was in this shed. The rest had been left in Edmonton, to be brought down to Redline by the PRT. It was a strange thing, knowing her bodies were being handled by strangers. While she could check on them any time, it still made her uncomfortable. There wasn't much to be done, though--she wanted to be a hero, and those copies were needed for that. The only thing she could really curse was her own strange abilities, which were better suited for a villain.
	It was a depressing thing to dwell on, so Morie tried not to. 
	On the subject of the PRT... Morie glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the shed. 5:54PM.
	She quickly covered the copy again with its blanket, moving back to sit in her current body's original spot. She pulled the respectivve blanket over herself and closed her eyes.

	A moment later, she opened them again, finding herself back in the taxi she had left her body in--her [i]original[/i] body. The one she was born in. It was much warmer, wearing leggings, a skirt, and a fashionable jacket sitting off her shoulders over a hoodie.
	Morie sat up and looked out the window, getting her bearings. Good timing--the vehicle had arrived at the PRT headquarters. Her heart rate spiked.
	She thanked and paid the driver, and exited the vehicle, pulling out her earbuds--useful for keeping people from trying to interact with her body when she wasn't present. As she stuffed her phone in her pocket along with her hands, the girl sucked in air anxiously.
	[color=fadadd][i]Nothing to it.[/i][/color]
	Her feet took her forward into the building, her sneakers leaving prints in the thin layer of snow on the ground, and her eyes taking in the unfamiliar sights of the building. Her gaze eventually settled on a boy who looked as out of place as she felt, being escorted away from the front desk. Morie could put two and two together, which helped ease some of her uncertainty. She made her way to the desk, her expression maintaining her practiced default--distant, uninterested, cold. The faintest blush appeared on her cheeks at what she knew she had to say.
	[color=fadadd]"... I've lost my body beneath the ice of a frozen lake, a-and... and need assistance retrieving it before it skips town."[/color]
	Like the boy before her, a man was buzzed over for Morie to follow. She did, silently. He was clearly not interested in speaking, and neither was she, instead focusing her attention on her surroundings.
	The man brought her to an elevator, going down to the prison level. The fact gave Morie curious pause, but by the time the elevator doors opened again, she was mostly over it. She trusted most of her confusion would be taken care of soon enough. 
	And it was, when the man revealed another elevator hidden behind a wall. Morie entered at the behest of the man, the doors closing behind her a moment before the girl felt herself descend further.
	Alone now, Morie couldn't help but smile to herself, an involuntary attempt to slow her drumming heart. The girl's hand moved up to her mouth to rub her thumbnail against her teeth. Suddenly, her situation had gotten a lot more real. This was all so secretive and mysterious. From her previous talks with the director and Fashionista, she had an idea of what she had gotten into, but... 
	The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open, bringing Morie out of her thoughts. She blinked, realizing she was immediately in the meeting place, evidently, considering the director along with a few other kids her age were lounging around.
	Her smile dropped quickly as she went back to her practiced expression. The girl swallowed hard as she stepped out of the elevator, hiding any anxiety with a nonchalant check of her thin leather watch worn on the inside of her left wrist to confirm what she already knew--she was on time.
	Morie strolled closer towards the gathered, glancing between them for a quick size-up, lingering on no one for longer than a second to sell her lack of interest.
	There was the director, of course, looking as done with life as the first time she saw him. She gave him a slight nod since it felt appropriate, him being the clear direct superior here and all. The rest received no such courtesy though. 
	A girl with long pretty hair playing with a tinker gizmo. A rougher-looking girl with a metal arm, which gave Morie a moment of pause. A boy who seemed vaguely familiar--[i]Overclock[/i], she realized, having heard of him since she had moved to the city. Another boy who seemed to be at ease, sitting comfortably right next to the director. And finally, the kid Morie had seen escorted ahead of her. She overheard him introducing himself as [i]Andy[/i] to the group.
	Morie elected not to take any seat, instead continuing towards the nearest terminal to lean against it. She fished one earbud out of her pocket, putting it in, and tapped her phone screen in her pocket to continue her playlist, crossing her arms as she idly looked around the rather barren room.
	Despite her gaze pointedly [i]not[/i] looking towards any of the group... Morie couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of learning more about everyone. They all seemed so cool and interesting!
	Not that she was about to let that show in her expression or body language though, of course. Well, beyond the faintest of smiles on her lips that even she herself didn't know she was wearing.