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As Madame Rose strode out of an alley, she saw a boy about her age on the ground with a light-haired woman standing over him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about them that demanded her attention. She'd seen many a strange scene in the city... but there was something about this. There was just.. a feeling the two brought out in her. Especially the woman... that was it. Alters. She recognized the feeling from the unfortunate few times she'd been forced to fight her own kind for Nemesis.
She stood confused a moment in thought; the boy seemed not to have transformed. "What did she do to him?" Her hand felt for her gun. Aegis. They were the only ones who hunted poor Alters like that. The boy, very clearly dirty and rather small, looked to be homeless. "His Alter is probably the only thing keeping him alive," she thought to herself. Why? Why did Aegis hunt their own like this? Rose began to anger at the very thought of it. "How dare they... poor guy probably stepped out of line, killed one little person or something, and they send out this murderous bitch to come kill him?" Alright, it was a little hypocritical considering her current profession, but still. Her grip on the gun, Thorn she called it, tightened as she headed toward the two.
"What the hell?" she asked, gun pointed at the woman. "What's going on here? What'd you do to him?"
She stood confused a moment in thought; the boy seemed not to have transformed. "What did she do to him?" Her hand felt for her gun. Aegis. They were the only ones who hunted poor Alters like that. The boy, very clearly dirty and rather small, looked to be homeless. "His Alter is probably the only thing keeping him alive," she thought to herself. Why? Why did Aegis hunt their own like this? Rose began to anger at the very thought of it. "How dare they... poor guy probably stepped out of line, killed one little person or something, and they send out this murderous bitch to come kill him?" Alright, it was a little hypocritical considering her current profession, but still. Her grip on the gun, Thorn she called it, tightened as she headed toward the two.
"What the hell?" she asked, gun pointed at the woman. "What's going on here? What'd you do to him?"