Dividing Line.

[catatonicanon]

Characters: Cancer?...? (catatonicanon) and Crow (moonlit-mirage).
Date/Time: Early morning, Saturday.
Location: Access Point.
Rating: PG? G?
Summary: WE HAS A SKIRTS Unwitting fish meet the butterfly pinned behind the glass. Possible meta.

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[moonlit_mirage]

Not the woman he'd expected to find here, surrounded by her cut hair and sulking on the roots, Crow actually nearly tripped over her before his poor eyesight actually registered who he was nearly walking over in his giant boots.

Stupid helmet with it's horrible peripheral vision. As if his eyesight weren't bad enough.

Crow crouched, blinking at Cancer?, most of his expression hidden behind the odd mask as he regarded his "employer" and the strange woman he'd grown oddly fond off.

"It's nice to see you out, Probability-san." Not crystallized at that.

[catatonicanon]

At first, she didn't recognize him. He was dressed as Zechs Marquise, for Christ's sake. It could be worse. He could've been dressed as Tallgeese instead. How anyone managed to get around with that tacky helmet on was something she would probably never wrap her brain around.

It was when he spoke that she realized who was under there. It was funny how the world worked like that--how the first person to stumble on her was none other than the one she'd been dreading to meet the most. Part of her wanted to apologize, to demand an apology, to laugh awkwardly, to feign amnesia, but doing any of those would be wrong in their own way. She'd thought she'd sorted out all that confusion while trapped in her crystal cage.

There was only one way to settle this.

Conjuring up her strongest smile, willing whatever 'life' she had in her to the surface, she moved to wrap her arms around--god, it was Zechs, haha--him.

"It's Renée, though you could still use Probability if you like. It's a good name."

[moonlit_mirage]

She always managed to do what he least expected. How did she do that? It was intriguing and a little frustrating at the same time. Granted, the last time he'd seen her mobile had been... One hell of a mindfuck, but since then he'd learned a few things, one of which had almost settled things into a kind of perspective

[catatonicanon]

Oh maaaan. She'd kind of wanted to avoid that whole topic or to at least resolve it in a less awkward manner. That was a major flaw of hers that really needed work: be less indirect. Perfect opportunity to work on said flaw. A twisting pit of anger worked itself into her chest; she tensed accordingly, thus pulling him closer.

"I apologize--for everything."

No, she didn't whisper or murmur; instead, she kind of ground out her apology in frustration. It was because of her that this place even existed--no, no, that was Remmy's fault, don't shoulder the blame for him again--and thus, everything about it was inevitably her fault. Or was it Remmy's fault for being the dreamer who dreamed that the dream would never end? Or something.

That was unsightly. Getting lost in thoughts and spacing out and losing her cool almost immediately after she decided to stand back up. She cleared her throat before breaking the hug. "So! How have things progressed while I was incapacitated? Status report!"

A small smile and a mock salute.