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Aula walked on, keeping her head down, not needing to look where she was going. She'd have to stop by Jess's place, get her only outfit repaired and discuss the possibility of fire-proof material. Yes, Jess would take on the challenge eagerly, she was certain. Aula ducked down an alleyway, veering left to a tall apartment building. Grabbing a rung of the fire escape, she began to heave herself upward, trying not to draw any attention to herself.

Aula stopped when she reached the window at the top floor, rapping her knuckles on the glass window. After a few seconds, a young woman with shoulder-length blonde, curly hair and shining green eyes appeared on the otherwise, smiling broadly.

"Aula," she practically laughed, opening the window. "It's great to see you."
"You too," Aula grinned, pulling herself inside. "All is well, I assume?"
Jess nods. "Perfectly fine."

Jess had been Aula's only friend (although Aula only uses the word "ally" out loud) during these past five years. She had been a thief then - a brilliant, brilliant thief and a technological prodigy. The pair had met on one of Aula's very first nights on the streets, shortly after she had made her daring escape. Jess thieved to live, had next to nothing, but she had offered Aula - who had been dressed only in a tattered white dress - her only coat, and some food. Aula stayed with her on the streets for some time while she strengthened herself gradually. Eventually, she had revealed her true self and managed to get Jess an alias (she was known by Lissa to the public) and an apartment. Since, Jess had designed for her what she needed, and Aula would occasionally spend the night.

Jess directed Aula into the bathroom, where she changed into a dark purple spaghetti strap top, skinny jeans, and let her hair down. Jess promptly scooped up the tattered jumpsuit.

"Wait for me in the kitchen," she called back to Aula, already out of sight.