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"Well, it might be quite useful if you could also tell me where our target has been seen last, I suppose." Jackson answered to Spencer. Of course, it was important to know about the woman's weapons, but there were other important things they needed to know of, too.

Elliot quietly wondered if things were the same for Gilwith as they were for him. Elliot himself really didn't have much of a say in what he and Jackson did. The woman was usually spoken perfectly fine with bossing around and ignorong pretty much everything he had to say. He hoped for Gilwith, that Spencer treated him in a different way. Though at least Spencer and Jackson were both unsettling people, by the looks of them.

Trixie nodded. "Well, not exactly, but I suppose you could call it that way. A doll is a non-sentient creation. It has no actual intelligence, feelings or such things that AIs do have, even though in my case, my purpose is not that of the average AI. I suppose the term 'former prostitute' would be more accurate than 'sex doll, not to mention that it is also more respectful." She answered. "And yes, the mage who helps me still visits every so often. He's just a friend, but very kind."

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Jackson listened to the officers' explanation and nodded afterwards. "Some information about her weapon should be very useful, especially considering the fact the chance that at least one of will have to fight her, is quite large." She answered. By now, she couldn't honestly tell if she liked or disliked this man. At the very least he wasn't trying to become friends or whatever, unlike many, so that was a good thing.

Elliot sighed softly, looking away from the two. Of course, this was all nothing new to him. Jackson discussed whatever was important and took the lead, while he just stood there awkwardly. His gaze met Gilwith's, who seemed to be in the same position, and he offered the guy a friendly smile.

Trixie looked at Kiara while she sat down again. "Well you see, not all AIs are designed for great and wonderful jobs. Some of us are meant for not so pleasant things, and in my case, that kind of thing was sexual pleasure. I was meant to be not much more than a toy or a slave, and when I was bought, I ended up in the prostitution, with several others like me. I spent a long time living like that and I hated it, but after much hoping and waiting and planning and whatnot, I met a mage. He helped me to get away from my owner, the others and the building we lived in, and offered me shelter. I lived at his place for some time, until I was able to afford this place. Even now, we're still good friends." She told, seeing no reason as to why she shouldn't tell her story. Sooner or later, Kiara would've found out anyway.

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Jackson lowered her arm when it became obvious that the officer had no intention to shake it. She looked at Spencer and frowned. Under his rank? Yeah, right. "Let's just hope that you are just as good as they say you are." She decided to say. It wasn't something that would help him to like her, but she didn't care for that at all. She wasn't wanting to make any new friends, anyway.

"But, I suppose that rumors and reputations are not our priorities." She added. "So, the Catalyst, you say. What else, other than that she's a traitor and a skilled knight, do we know about this woman?" She asked.

As usual, Elliot was quiet. Although she was his partner, Elliot hated it to work with Jackson. She was always so bossy, arrogant and most of all, cruel and cold. She never had any trouble with killing someone right on the spot. In fact, she always did when she was given the opportunity and permision to do so.

Trixie simply put a small smile onto her face. "It's no big deal. I have been in a situation similar to yours, so I know what you must feel like. I'm just happy that I can help you out." She answered. She liked helping people. It made her feel good, like she was actually making a difference.

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It wasn't much later when Jackson and and Elliot saw the two others, noticing them from a distance. "I think it's them, Jackson." Elliot said, pointing the two of them out.

Jackson noticed the two and nodded, approaching the two of them. The mage greeted their new companions with a friendly smile, but the knight kept the same, straight, cold expression on her face.

"Mister Spencer Parker, I assume?" She said, stretching her hand out for Spencer to shake it. "My name is Jackson Thorne and this here is my assistant, Elliot Vineblood. We were told that you needed our aid on your mission to find a certain fugitive named Kiara." Jackson greeted them formally.

Trixie shook her head. "You can sleep in the bed. It's comfortable for me, but I only have to recharge, so the bed will do you more good than me." She answered.

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Although Trixie wasn't fond of fighting and weapons, she had to admit that in a certain way it felt good to know the girl owned one, yet at the sane time, not so much. Of course she was right, she could protect them, but she could also use the weapon to harm Trixie whenever she felt like it.

Kiara asked if Trixie could show her around in the house, at which she nodded. First she headed to the kitchen, which was rather empty. "I suppose you understand that you and I are two different beings and feed ourselves in separate ways. Therefor, I'm afraid there's not much edible here for you. If it is though, feel free to eat it. I won't have use for it, anyway." She said, before showing the other rooms. The bathroom was equally simple, with maintenance items such as oil rather than wellness products that would be of any use for a human. Trixie suggested that Kiara could use the larger bedroom, telling her she'd only need to able to recharge in the bedroom anyway and that as long as that was possible, she was good with it.

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Trixie watched Kiara close the curtains, only to act like that solved any kind of problem the hole in her window caused. "From the inside of the house, the hole is not visible, but on the outside, it still is. And a closed pair of curtains won't stop anyone with bad intentions from breaking in." She remarked. It was just unsafe and didn't look right, and that bothered her.

Trixie shook her head in response to Kiara's guess as to what kind of job she used to have. "I wasn't exactly designed for such jobs." She answered the girl, looking at her. Working at a train station was far from anything she was meant to do, that wasn't anything like her original purpose at all. The only time she ever got at a train station was when she was searching for a customer.

When Kiara asked her if she lived alone the AI nodded, glad to change the subject of their conversation. "I do. I used to stay at a friend's house until I was able to afford my own place, but ever since I have been living here without any company." She said. She looked at the woman's outstretched hand and shook it.

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Trixie looked at the woman and sighed. So this woman was in a situation similar to her own situation, but apperently even worse. She had nowhere to live, even though she had just recently lost her job. Not having a job and therefor no way to gain money for anything at all, was a very difficult thing. Of all people, Trixie knew that all too well.

"That doesn't make it appropriate for one to damage the windows of another to break into their house." She answered. Unemployed or not, what this woman had done was wrong, and she shouldn't try to justify her actions or blame it onto her current situation.

But even then, how could Trixie refuse this woman her help, knowing so well what she was going through? Letting out another sigh, Trixie looked up to her again. "I can't offer you much; I'm at the moment hardly able to take care of myself, let alone someone else. You can stay here a few days and I will not ask you to answer any question you do not wish to answer, but only if you return that favor." She said.

"My name is Trixie, by the way." She then added.

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Trixie heard something from behind her chair and turned to look around, shooting up from the chair when she noticed the woman only a few steps away from her window, out of which she had cut a perfect, circular shape. Unlike how many would react, Trixie didn't shout, although she still acted cautiously. "There is nothing of high value in this house, so I suggest that you leave." She said, though it was obviously not meant as an option.

No, this was Trixie's home. She had worked hard to be able to live here, and she was not going to accept it that some woman just thought she could break into her home and steal the things Trixie had earned in a right way, paid for with her own money she had worked hard for.

Of course she knew that if it would come down to a fight, Trixie actually didn't stand a chance. She had no weapons or combat skills. Not at all. She wasn't made to fight, she was made for... entirely different things. But this burglar didn't know, and Trixie hoped she could manage to scare her away with just threats.

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Trixie kept thinking, still sitting in the chair. There had to be a way for her to earn money. She wasn't made for an office job, anything mechanic or something specific or impressive, so that wasn't going to be an option. She wasn't willing, or able to be picky in her situation, so a lot of things would be good. At the moment, she would even be good with working in a store or cleaning up toilets. She'd be good with everything, really.

Well, everything except for that one thing. There was no way she was ever going back to the way things used to be. She and Elliot had done so much to get her away from that life, she wouldn't go back to that anymore and let all their effort go to waste. That wasn't worth it. She'd rather be poor than than going back to her old life.

Trixie let out a silent sigh and tried to think of other things. Of good and nice things, instead of thinking about her past and how she would ever be able to find a job again. Stressing over her past would be useless, and there was no use in just thinking about getting a job. She would have to do something. So like the last few days, she was going to search for a job tomorrow.

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