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[sub][color=758186]EUN-JI "AMANITA" PARK[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]   [color=758186]FARHAVEN [Train Station][/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color]   [color=758186]07:15AM[/color]   [color=cecece]—[/color] [@Prisk][@DeadDrop][/sub][hr][color=8d8e8f]Her hands seized up while her face contorted into an expression of nothing but pure cringe. How could she have let go of her phone? She was better than that and she knew she was better than that. Perhaps it was the dream that still had possession over her mind or even a token of the divine, which she more or less shelved as fanaticism as science was the only true deity that governed their world.  Still some people would lead you to believe that the worlds sins procreated this world of Aeons and Stigma’s, yet they didn’t treat Aeons like the archangels they so desperately worshiped. Anyways, before she let her mind slip away into another tangent she had to damage control the situation perspiring. It was way to late to attempt to fumble and catch the phone, having Garuda already taken notice. 

This only after her reaction to the James Dean type man became a bit more fan girly than she thought. [color=38b54a][i]”Just who is this guy? I know let me just moogle the names on the file one more time”[/i][/color] reveling in her brilliance only to realize that she had nothing to moogle him with. The hug solidified that he wasn’t just an average joe, probably one of the Aeons with a more [i]braggadocious[/i] nickname for their operator. 

Eun-ji rose from her seat and skirted to the aisle with poise and grace despite her lack there of that put her into her current situation. She tugged on her cream colored cardigan and straightened out her high waisted gray skirt. With one hand she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear before taking her phone back and bowing a short bit out of her custom for respect. [color=38b54a]“Yes, it is. I’m sorry I’m normally not so clumsy. Trouble sleeping I guess with everything going on, you know?”[/color] A small giggle and a tooth wide smile etched on her face; she was having trouble sleeping but not because of the mission. Tucking her phone back into her satchel that hung on a gold chain from some designer brand emblem she couldn’t remember the name of. Eun-ji’s demeanor quickly shifted when she felt that Garuda was drawing closer, she wasn’t a threat, well she was, but it was more instinct than purposeful. 

Their eye lines met and lingered with direct contact for what felt like hours, seemingly searching for where they’ve seen each other before, if they ever interacted, or what spirits were drawing the two together. The silence finally broke with a smile and a question, [color=38b54a]“Oh, well yes and no. I’m mostly tucked away in the research division when I’m working, you know how they are, never get tired of keeping you busy and out of sight. You might have seen me around Farhaven or around the shopping centre, although I’m not sure how much R&R they give you or how much of it you actually take, being a solider and [i]the Garuda[/i] after all.”[/color] Another coy laugh deflecting off her childlike wish for an autograph. 

[color=38b54a]“I do feel like i’ve seen you somewhere, if I had to guess you’re from Votara?”[/color] Her eyes lingering for a moment. She had the look of the people who were just one block of land away from her homeland. As well adapted as she was for social interactions, assumptions based on appearances were always a slippery slope, especially in her own regards. [color=38b54a]“Oh! Where are my manners?! I’m Eun-Ji Park, but you might know me better by the name on the piece of paper from the UDF that says Amanita”[/color] she extended her hand out in anticipation of a handshake hoping her hands were neither too cold from Raynaud’s or too sweaty from nervousness. [color=38b54a]“I’m sorry I just started spouting off words without introducing myself first.”[/color]

After the handshake she would gesture her free hand to block her mouth as she whispered [color=38b54a][i]”And who is he”[/i][/color] tilting her head towards the cool hand to her left despite being completely obvious to him, clearly why she was in the research division and not the warfare division. 
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- [i]Moogle[/i] a user friendly search engine from a bygone era, with a colorful palette for each letter.