New Opportunities | (Fey)

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Maevia couldn’t help but smile at Fey; the misunderstanding, her fascinating glow, her flushed face… She shifted in her seat and straightened her posture. She never used to get distracted by these things. Usually she’d take a note and change her tone to play their mood, keep the act going, and play the other like a puppet. Tonight was going to be another long night, she could feel. Besides the tasks she was now behind on, there was... research to be done.

“That reminds me, too,” she said, “find the sound settings on the phone. It’s best if you keep it off; you don’t want to give yourself away when snapping a picture without someone knowing, after all.”

She looked down at her unfinished plate. Hmm. Well, if she did send it out from the phone, she’d know it, after all. And then it would be easy to figure out who might have sent her, and to fix the problem. She wasn’t sure why she would want to keep it; was she going to forget what she looked like? It’s not like many people walk around with green hair and a modified, exposed cybernetic eye and arm. She normally hated having anything about her floating around; even her VI program went around daily looking for pictures of her taken by cameras and mentions of her on public sources so she could have them erased. But Fey… Well, she was going to have to put some trust in her new agent sooner or later. She shook her head in good humor.

“If you want it, sure,” she said. “Just don’t let it leave the safe zone, okay?”

With nothing else to add, Maevia reluctantly picked up the bill left long ago by the surly waitress. Not out of fear of cost, but because she was…enjoying herself, even if it did feel weird and unusual, she couldn’t deny it was a pleasant feeling. She produced some bills, more than enough to cover the meal and tip, and left it on the table, under the check. She could already tell Fey would feel guilty about the meal, and didn’t want her to worry about the cost. While cash wasn’t a common practice outside of the market anymore, Maevia liked anything that didn’t leave a trail.

“Well, I believe that concludes our business for today,” she said. “I would stay, but I have duties to attend. Walk with me; I’ll show you your new home.”

When Fey would agree and the pair would exit, she walked with her, an unusual, small spring in her step. Her exhaustion would catch up to her soon. Meanwhile, she would try to keep conversation light with her new agent, but not without passing her some important things first. Should would transfer Fey a list of locations; these were various shops, restaurants, and stores near the poorer areas of Dagos; she told her these were the more Magi-friendly places to go, if she wanted to buy something without worrying about being accused of thievery. The second thing she did was let her know what she was to do for now; keep an ear out, record, remember, and document as much as possible (without impacting her daily life too much). Since that was the main purpose of Maevia’s hired help, it would be Fey’s first focus. Maevia was curious to see what exactly she would send her; everyone worked a little bit differently.

Once they were deeper into the slums, Maevia led Fey down an alley, which wound around until one branch, which appeared to be a dead end. There was a rusted, metal door at the end of the short path, which was littered with debris.

“Sorry that the front ‘yard’ isn’t as good as a home in the countryside,” she said. The debris shuffled lightly as her boots brushed it aside. The door was not only heavy-looking, but boarded thoroughly, and secured with an extremely large padlock. This was all a ruse, of course; the lock did nothing, and the boards weren’t secured to the wall, but only to the door. She removed a false brick, which revealed a keypad. Maevia showed her the code, and had Fey punch it in, and replace the brick. There was a light click and she pulled the door open.

The inside was… bare. It was basically a small studio, with the only privacy wall in place around the toilet; even the small shower shared a room with what passed as a kitchen, and a bedroom. A mini fridge and the smallest oven Fey had likely seen sat next to a small cabinet and a washbin-like sink. There was a small table, a cot with a thin mattress, and a little wooden wardrobe. The entire room was lit by two hanging LED lightbulbs. The walls were exposed brick, crumbling and dirty, and the floor was concrete, and in a similar state. There wasn’t even a window, but there were cracks for ventilation poking around near the door. Maevia scratched the back of her neck as she stepped in.

“I warned you it wasn’t much,” she said with a sigh. “But it’s yours. Make it home. If you find anything vital lacking, or something breaks, send a request to the number I showed you before. Otherwise, change it how you see comfortable. I’m not going to use it as a safehouse for other agents, so if anyone tries to drop in on you here, call me right away. There’s an escape hatch under the bed- tunnel leads just under the building and out the next alleyway.”

She shifted awkwardly. “Well… if you don’t need anything else, I’ll go ahead and leave you to it.” She paused, then smiled at her one more time. “I’m glad you agreed to work with me. I… look forward to talking with you more.”

After any goodbyes, and if Fey didn’t need anything, Maevia would leave her be, and hurry back to her own “safehouse,” her head spinning with thoughts; she had a lot of research to do.

Tags: Fey Lomeli

Notes: boop doop cuties done in this thread! yuri +10 level up item acquired: Hidey-Hole

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