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23 ... getting down to business

[There's a stitchpunk out by the duck pond, inspecting the muddy, trampled earth. The plumage hanging off the back of her birdskull helmet has a shock of color in it from the feathers from 6.]

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Your were right, he left a trail. Looks like he was headed into the forests. Are there any other structures or buildings out there he might try to use?

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I'll be out of the castle for a while. Although he's pretty self-sufficient, could you keep an eye on Ruffian for me? [Since the cat seems most adept at blowing her cover, and that's absolutely the last thing 7 needs!]

[She wasn't sure how she'd never thought of it before, but it finally occurred to her to wish for the castle to make her journal more size appropriate, and would now fit securely in her pocket.]

[[ooc: backdated to after this. Open post and journal!]]

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[7 makes an aggravated sound,] I don't find any reason why I should tell you. You don't really inspire trust.

[oddly enough, this makes it just a little easier to trust this... whatever it is, on her end.]

Sorry. [straightens just a little, offers the tiniest of smiles] Just, last time I saw something like you, it was trying to blow up a cartful of kids.

[7 is sure she's seen that smile before. She relaxes a little, but then the last bit catches her completely off guard]

What?! No, I'd never do anything like that, none of us would. [Although, she had to admit to herself that would be entirely possible for 9 to do something like that unintentionally.]

Us? [the curiosity washes away the last strands of wariness, and she drops down into a cross-legged sit instead.] There's more of you?

[Creeps out from the bush, now that that awkward little misconception was taken care of,]

Yes, there are. Well, not here; they're at home. [She wasn't about to betray 6's presence without being entirely certain this girl could be trusted]

Keen. [the smile looks firmer now, surer and warmer] I'm Carrie, by the way.

Carrie, hi. I'm 7. [She tilts her head in consideration] I feel I've met you before, but ... I don't know from where.

[the smile makes way for a brow-cock]

You sure? I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting you.

[Gives a little nod, and frowns a moment in thought. Then, it dawns on her, and she gives an awkward sigh.]

[Said rather reluctantly, because she was really hoping to forget the whole incident,] You didn't happen to have met a hamster last week, did you? [Even as she said it, the face clicked. Still, it was embarrassing to admit to being a small fuzzy thing.]

[she's just puzzled enough by that to answer without thinking.] Yeah, I d--

[...no wait. Robin met a hamster. kind of hesitantly, more than a little lamely-] ...No?

[7 looks dubious at this,] Oh, right then. Maybe you just look like someone I've ment? [watching you carefully now, Carrie]

[oh come on, that was a terrible lie, you're not supposed to actually fall for that, 7. a sigh.]

...No, I did. Couple weeks ago, right?

[Certainly didn't 'fall for it', but wasn't about to call her out on it, either. More to gauge her reaction.]

[Nods her head, looking a little awkward. ~~SHE HATES ADMITTING SHE WAS FUZZY ONCE OKAY~~] Yes, that was me ... and a friend, too. Castle loss.

Ah. [looking a little awkward herself, here] Well... I won't tell anyone you were a hamster, you won't tell anyone I took one on patrol. Sound good?

[Has to smile. Ignoring embarrassing things is something she's quite familiar with, after hanging out with Shortpack.] Sounds good.

So, are you patrolling now? [7 wants to know if she has to worry about anyone accidentally running into the Meta]

No. Uh. [glances down at her clothes] Not the right outfit. ...Or persona.

[Tilts her head curiously,]

Persona? What do you mean?

[Oh god, how do you explain this without feeling a little ridiculous?]

Uh. ...Have you met any of the other vigilantes around here?

[Even more confused,] No, I don't think think I have.

[of course not, that would be too easy.]

Well, back home, there's some of us that protect people, fight the ones that no one else can. We can't be on guard against them and their friends all the time though, so we make new identities and do it with a mask. Met you last time with the mask. [a vague gesture at herself] This is without. Two different people, see?

[7 has to smile, she's practically a vigilante herself already!] I get it, yeah! Are there a lot of people here that do that?

Yeah, a few of them. Seems like most of them come from my world too, for whatever it's worth. [maybe just that her world is full of crazy people? :\]

Are there many from your world here? [She sounds a little softer here, wondering about her own friends and how they're faring back at home]

Yeah... sorta. [the smile falters just a little]

There's a lot from my world, but not my version of it.

[A small frown,] There's different versions of one world?

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