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[eiremagic]

[Eden is sitting on the floor; around her is a pile of munitions: AK-47s, small handguns, bricks of C4 (including one sculpted....into a rabbit.) boxes of ammo, and a few dozen crowbars.]

Damien once told me that young men fight. It's what they do. That if they don't have something to fight for then they'll fight just about anyone, they don't give a fuck.

[She picks up a handgun and unloads it]

I thought he was probably right.

If young men fight, what do young women do?

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private: voice;

[intheblanks]

[There's some impressive patience in this tone.]

Come on, tell me what's wrong. There's clearly something.

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

I needed to go through me supplies.

[Including her bunny-sculpted C4, which was actually done by Matt because he didn't know what it was, making it over three years old]

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

What about the question?

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

[There's a pause.]

Someone knows.

[Yes, Eden, Chase has a Masters in Young Crazy Irish Woman Cryptography]

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

Knows...what young women do?

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

What me da did to me.

[There's a pause]

Someone I didn't tell.

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

[It's something he remembers - since that flash of reunion with the thing that she keeps buried now - but perhaps not completely.]

That happens here. You know that. [Never let strangers sleep in your bed.] Curse?

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

Doesn't mean I want anyone to know! Doesn't mean she has to use it!

[This is clearly upsetting because even though she yells 100 times a day, this has a tinge of desperation to it]

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

[And he'd been hoping her reason wasn't the same as the one keeping his responses here private - a pathetic excuse not to get involved.]

I can't see what she can use it for except upsetting you, which is obviously working fine. What does she want?

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

To talk.

To upset me, fuck if I know!

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

So ignore her. She can't hurt you.

[Or at least he's going to trust that Eden's firepower is superior.]

Anymore than he can.

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

She can if she decides to spread it about the City.

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

Which would be the exact moment she'd stop having anything to use against you. I think that makes it unlikely.

[He knows, he knows, it hardly helps.]

I could... have a word.

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

....Frankie hired her.

He did it and he knew.

[Okay so she might be mad at a lot of things]

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

[News to him. He thought she worked at the library and barely kept up with that.]

Any words with Frankie are probably going to be better coming from you.

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

[CRANKY.]

Maybe I'll bring home a couple of crowbars.

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

He hired her for his bar manager position?

[It's something Chase has only kept a vague eye on.]

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

He hired her in there somewhere.

[Eden actually doesn't know, she was too cranky to ask]

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

Why?

[Apart from anything else, a quick background check on the network would pull up some interesting results. Then again, it's an underground bar.]

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

Because me boyfriend is a fucking idiot.

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

See, you'd yell at me if I said that.

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

Yeah, well you're not fucking him.

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

Thankfully.

Talk to him.

private: voice;

[eiremagic]

Do you want a gun?

private: voice;

[intheblanks]

You reckon I'm going to need one?