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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.

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@Letmehaveone2 Would it be alright if I were to apply? :)
Gradually, the light continued to fade from Dawn's eyes, becoming unfocused as she picked at the fringes of the strangers' minds. Not too deeply, of course- she didn't want to completely leave herself open to Vivian, and if one of the parties could sense her, then they would likely be able to feel her digging into their skull. "I can't...get a good read on the other ones. The fight, I mean," she admitted. "They're too far." Dawn went quiet again, prodding cautiously at the surface of one of their thoughts, then stiffened.

One of them, the poet, was speaking to her. Not directly, but enough for her to know just how deep their- his- knowledge ran. "Sensor," Dawn announced. "He, um. He told the others we were coming. Knows what we can do. He doesn't really, uh...could you stop doing that for right now? Please." Her eyes had wandered to Vivian's coat, and the knife concealed beneath it. Perhaps it was simply in preparation for a fight, but given how they had met, it wasn't at all reassuring. Dawn took a few more steps back, distancing herself from the mercenary, then went on.

"The sensor, he doesn't really seem to want to fight. But the other one, um. He...he's, uh." She pressed her lips together. "Really prepared for us. Already planned out how to kill us, I mean. I can't tell what he is. The third one, I..." Dawn wasn't wholly sure about the third. The first had been mild, reasonable enough. Hoping to avoid out and open conflict with them, but not leaving it wholly out of the question. The second had been almost a complete opposite. Quiet. Eager. But, on some level, decipherable- especially when compared to the labyrinth of the third.

She mulled about it for a moment, bewildered, before allowing herself to return to reality. "Regenerator. He doesn't seem like he'll be hostile, but I, uh, wouldn't want to risk it."
The thoughts of the strangers were clearer by now, caught and held like radio transmissions. It was difficult for Dawn to concentrate fully on them- given the fact that she was currently focused on evasion and not getting herself killed in the long run- but snippets stood out here and there. There was one who seemed to be quoting some kind of...literature? poem? Dawn couldn't quite make it out. The second, on the other hand, was thinking about a child. A little girl.

And the third was waiting for her. For them, pursuer and pursued.

The realization that at least one of them knew what she was, and the sound of destruction some ways off, made Dawn hesitate for a moment- long enough for the teleporter to catch up to her and catch her by the shoulder. She let out a yelp, whirling on her heel, and had begun to tap into her powers again before the woman started to speak. Remarkably calm, given the circumstances. Dawn stared at Vivian for a few seconds, some of the animalistic panic draining from her eyes, although a certain caution remained in them. The mercenary seemed earnest, but...

"I, um..." Dawn swallowed, licking her lips. Her voice was hoarse from lack of proper use. "I don't want to fight. There's...there's other people here. Seven, I think. One of them is waiting for us." Her muscles tensed as Vivian reached into her jacket, and she took a step back, but she didn't bolt. "I don't want to fight."

She didn't trust Vivian. But she didn't trust anyone within the city, either. It would be better trying to leave the place with one less person off her back.
The fear that Dawn was among Liberty's forces was unnecessary. The girl carried the same haunted, hungry look as any true child of the wastes. Her clothes were terribly mismatched, swallowing up her frame and more. She was haggard.

Of course, given the fact that so many of the faction's agents had learned to adopt the same weary apperance on missions, it could not necessarily be considered proof to some.

She didn't reply to Vivian's question, the sound of it drowned out by the thud of Dawn's footfalls, and the blood thumping hard in her ears. The only thing she knew was that Vivian was a killer and a teleporter- and both were very dangerous breeds. Gritting her teeth, Dawn pushed further, closer to one of the small groups that had found themselves in the city. There were three, and not the most friendly themselves, if what snippets of thoughts she could catch from this distance were any indication.

Nevertheless, turning back now would mean facing her angered tail head-on. Dawn kept running.
There was the shifting of feet against gravel, a sudden shifting of the stranger's mental presence- a teleporter, then. Dawn's lips pulled themselves into a thin line. Teleporters were never a good sign, whether alone or otherwise. Too many tricks up their sleeve. As the stranger- a woman, she could see that now- turned to face her, Dawn adopted a sort of "deer in the headlights" look. In a passing glance, one might think the girl had frozen in fear. A sitting duck, made easier by her small stature and lack of open weaponry.

Her eyes were glazed, soaped windows, mind fleeing to some distant place.

Which just so happened to be in Vivian's own thoughts.

An odd, fluttering sensation would suddenly begin to pulse within the mercenary's skull, as if a moth had somehow been trapped there. The fluttering only grew with each moment, although it would most likely be overshadowed by a sudden numbness in her limbs.

Dawn was attempting to steal control of her body.

Fists clenched, the girl urged Vivian's body to turn, run, and smack face-first into the brick beside them. Twice, if possible. The hijacking attempt did not last for long, however- only for Dawn herself to spin on her heel and begin sprinting away to the nearest cluster of buildings, weaving from side to side, around the corner of some shambled down apartment. There were others in the city. With any luck, they would serve as a suitable distraction for the woman.

And if not, the ruins were as good a defense as any.
@Aquanthe That's alright, Aquanthe. :) Good luck with your future RPs, whatever they might be!
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