[h2][color=00aeef][b]Marrie Knight[/b][/color][/h2]
Strange. Marrie felt like she was being watched. Which was weird since she was the one watching something. A year ago, she would have thought that people can't actually feel themselves being watched. A few months ago, she would have assumed it was something unrelated. But nowadays she couldn't rule out the possibility of magical scrying, so she instantly closed out of her project, it thankfully being set to auto-save on closing.

She hadn't gotten, [i]given herself[/i], a break since the church incident. But she decided that after the [i]Walking[/i] Church team-up went well, and Oliver was in the process of getting his problem sorted out, that she should take one and finalize the "secret weapon" that she both expected and hoped to never need to use. After all, she started it back when-

--- Sofron was cut off when Marrie took hold of his head. He tried to take a swing at her arm, but by that point she had already let go of him. The burning, internally bleeding, angry man tumbled through the air before falling into the ocean. A few seconds later, all Marrie could see was the waves washing to and fro, with neither Klava nor Sofron in sight. ---

That bastard only proved that she needed to prepare more and better. It was horribly unfortunate that she hadn't known what she needed to in order to finish this project sooner, back when she could have used it against Justin. But she'd learned a lot since then, in many ways from many sources, so she had managed good progress since his death. She didn't know what the point was; now that he was gone, who or what would she even use this against? She knew that the defenses she put in place would keep it from being used by anyone who found or stole it, but she wasn't so confident to let anyone watching her see the code.

Still, she'd been as careful as she could be and now it was finally about to bear its fruit. Soon she'd be able to go back to working on her passion project. But as soon as that thought hit, she shook her head. No, she couldn't. Not until she was stronger. This break was good for her stamina, but she'd just pour it all into more training the day after tomorrow when her break ended.

Marrie stood, removed the usb drive from her machine, and did a sweep of her apartment to check for bugs. Not finding any, she grabbed the essentials and headed out, making sure to lock the door as usual. A bike trip later and she was at a public computer. Having lost the sense of someone watching her, she typed out the last bit of code she needed in a text file, saved it to her usb drive, and logged out. Everything was ready, and she'd stitch it with the rest some other day. 

With a stretch and a yawn, the black-haired girl stood. Having earned it, she went to find somewhere good to eat at.