Legality Technicality (Sable)

[sakuya]

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[umeboshi2]

we grow old all at once and it comes like a punch

in the gut, in the back, in the face

Aether was her home. She had grown up here, lived here, laughed here... Many of her childhood memories had been from Aether. There were some good, and some bad... Especially when the virus hit. That was one of the reasons she had left Aether to go study abroad. She had contracted the virus at an early age, and was given a gijinka DNA... after being teased relentlessly at school, she vowed to go live her life somewhere else. But this was always her home. She had heard of the troubles brewing again, and so she came back home to help her old friends and what was left of her family...

Sable took a drag from her cigarette. She had all of these hopes to help people, but she couldn't find any of her old friends. There was no telling what could have happened to them in this war-torn city. The smoke curled from the tip of her cig and into the air in a thin wispy line, until it eventually disappeared and dispersed with the slow turning ceiling fan above her. Even the nicotine couldn't make her feel at ease. She smashed the embers into an ashtray and left it to smolder. An arm raised into the air and she called out, "Gimme a scotch."

If a smoke couldn't help, maybe some booze could ease her mind. Sable took a glance around. "Why's it so dead in here today?" It was meant as a soft mutter to herself, but it came out louder than anticipated. In the quiet of the bar, a few of the customers were sure to hear.