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Kiera Hunt

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Script

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Kiera Hunt's Story

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Noise, noise, noise. There was so much noise coming from this place, and Kiera hadn't even entered it yet. Everyone was screaming, as far as she was concerned. Couldn't they be quieter? They all thought so loudly.

'Was this human trying to flatter her?'
'Krycis already knew after all.'
'Vanyl looked a little pissed and a little disappointed...'

Blah blah blah. All tripe. And she hadn't even walked through the door yet... good grief. It became apparent to Kiera that she was going to have to stop listening altogether were she to be able to spend even a minute in the bar, and so she quieted them, filtered them out one by one until only the peaceful silence of the night air accompanied her, along with the gentle cool breeze.

"Better." Kiera stated, before walking forwards, entering the bar quietly. It was pleasantly warm within, the heat washing over her like a wave, tingling on her skin. The young woman approached the bar counter and sat, ordering a drink, and waiting.

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Kiera Hunt tilted her head as the bartender brought her drink - a lemonade, nothing alcoholic - and offered him a smile (which was unfortunately creepy, considering its good intent) in return. Taking the glass, Kiera had taken several sips before she realised that the man was waiting for payment.

"Oh, yes." she said, blinking absent mindedly. The young woman poked a hand around in her pocket for a moment before producing a twenty dollar note, and pressing it into the tender's waiting hand. A few quick switches later, and the changes was being pressed back into her own hand, and the man went on his way.

"Hmmm..." Kiera mused as she sat with her drink, staring at the wood of the counter intently. "All so droll... all so droll..."

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"She is bossy, isn't she?"

Kiera lifted her head from staring at what was apparently a particularly interesting bit of wood on the counter, swirling her drink around in its glass. "You're going to do this... you're going to do that. She's even bossy in her head."

The young woman smirked, lifting her eyes for the first time into visibility, out from her long fringe. They were black -- pure black. No irises, no whites. Just black. "Only the really bossy people are bossy inside their heads."

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The sound of silence. It was... pleasant. So seldom found, or heard; but pleasant when it was. The young woman who emerged from the stairwell leading up into Gambit's hotel seemed distant, occupied with her own thoughts as she padded across to the counter. She was garbed only in night clothes, a silk slip that covered her torso and a portion of her upper thighs providing the most modesty.

Yawning, Kiera took her seat, perching upon the stool daintily. The silence was - as ever - short lived. The raucous noise of a group of men in the parking lot broke through it like a hammer, provoking a sigh from the girl. There were few patrons in the bar today, a welcome relief. Their thoughts no longer crowded around Kiera's head like vultures, circling and trying to find cracks in the psychic barriers she erected to dive in and disrupt her thinking. Without the barriers a room full of people was doubly deafening, both outwardly and inwardly. The time before she had learnt to put up the barriers had been... unpleasant, to say the least.

The bartender surveyed Kiera's appearance with a raised eyebrow -- she did, after all, look somewhat like she was merely sleepwalking; eyes distant and hair falling largely over them, not to mention her clothing. As if reading this, she looked up and met the bartender's gaze; black orbs for eyes staring at him eerily and causing him to start, nearly dropping a glass he was cleaning. She held the stare for a few moments before speaking.

"A glass of milk, please." Her voice was quiet and mumbled, almost as if heard through glass. Everything about this girl was distant. The bartender grunted, and turned to get her drink. They got all types here...

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The clinking of glass on wood accompanied the arrival of Kiera's drink, placed before her by the gruff tender. He was obviously unused to serving such beverages, and almost looked embarrassed as he glanced around the room. Shrugging, the man looked down to Kiera with a frown. "Hey, kid - you okay?" he queried, something about the girl's child-like appearance evoking the father in him, normally suppressed at his workplace.

Kiera returned the look, expression blank. "I am... fine." she replied after a moment, her words staggered and jerking. "I'm just... tired. I only... just woke up. You can probably tell that, no?" The girl gestured to her attire; or the startling lack of it in any great quantity.

The tender nodded. "Aye. Just checking is all." he said, turning back to his work with a nod. "You just call if you need anything."

Kiera sipped from her milk, not replying to the bartender's offer. What would she need? A refill, maybe. Breakfast would be nice, but not just yet. Yawning, the girl stared intently at the wood of the counter before her, tracing its contours with her eyes. It was easy to tell - even despite the make-up of the eerily black orbs, with no iris, pupil or white - that she was seeing something beyond it, or perhaps not seeing anything at all; off in a world of her own.

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A blaring car horn from outside snapped Kiera from her reverie and back to the real world. The bartender was once again watching her with concern, but made efforts to conceal his vigil as the girl's eyes wandered toward him, making a show of vigorously cleaning the glass he was holding, apparently totally absorbed in it. Apparently, also, he had not noticed that the glass was not dirty. Perhaps he just needed something to keep his hands busy. The horn sounded again, some impatient driver locked in a momentary traffic jam in the street outside. One of the streets outside; the door from Gambit's led to many places, and it took care to ensure that you didn't come out in entirely a different place from which you entered.

Kiera observed the street outside through a nearby window - it looked like it could be New York; one of the few places that Kiera had exited the bar besides Wing City itself. She would be there herself soon, it was only a matter of days until the wedding, when the SOD would be out in force. The young woman idly wondered what task she would be assigned, if any. Sonya still did not entirely trust her, not after the incident.

The horn sounded for a third time as Kiera took another swig of her milk, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. Whoever it was really was in a hurry. The girl allowed a smile to come upon her lips as she envisioned her impatient leader in the car -- it could even be her. Unlikely, but Sonya was the type to sit and blare her horn off to no real gain. Not just in traffic jams...

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Grrrwwrrl. The sound of Kiera's protesting stomach was almost comical, not befitting her small stature and otherwise dainty appearance. Perhaps it was time to eat, after all. The girl looked up to the bartender, who once again did his best to appear as if he hadn't been watching her himself. The girl chuckled quietly, before speaking. "Excuse me?"

The tender looked back to her, moving over with a few steps. "Yes? How can I help you, miss?" he asked, obviously eager to do something for her. Kiera wondered why; perhaps it was because in an odd, alien manner she was somewhat pretty. Perhaps it was something to do with her manner, or maybe her appearance reminded him of someone. Perhaps she would never know.

"Do you... serve breakfast?" she asked, hand drifting to touch at the hair that had fallen over her face, brushing it aside gently. It fell back only a few moments later, and she left it there. It was not greatly impeding.

The bartender nodded, tucking his cloth under one arm. "Aye, we do - is there anything particular you're after? Nothing fancy, mind, just simple good stuff." Simple sounded good to Kiera, right about now. Simple was always far better than the presumptuous, fancy meals that other places served, in her view.

"Perhaps... fried eggs, in some form. Toast... bacon. A full breakfast... I am more hungry than I thought, at first." Kiera replied. A good breakfast would be important. She had a lot to do today, and would need the energy. The bartender nodded, and disappeared into the back to prepare the meal. Apparently, he was the only staff present this early -- high demand of service was not expected, nor present.

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While the sound of the bartender working at preparing a breakfast came from the back, along with the pleasant scent of cooking food, Kiera sat quietly and stared out the window. The scene had changed now, no longer looking out at a New York traffic jam, but instead a forest of some description, a carriage rolling down a gravelly path, drawn by two black horses. Perhaps it would be interesting to explore, but not today. Today was not a day to be wandering off on whimsy, though most days were.

The bar was beginning to fill up, much to Kiera's distaste. Already the hubbub of thoughts were snapping and pushing at her barriers, threatening to drown out her own and fill her mind with their clamouring nonsense. Her ears were already being assaulted as some idiot wandered about the room with a pair of fire hoses...

The girl's brooding was interrupted by an abrupt Rrrrring! from the counter, and her eyes flickered to the phone she had brought down with her, largely for use as a clock. The caller ID read 'Sonya'. Kiera wasn't sure she felt like answering, really. She wasn't on duty, and she couldn't be needed that urgently. The little device continued to ring and hum desperately as it vibrated itself on the wood of the counter, before giving up and silencing itself.

Kiera yawned, still watching the phone, as if expecting it to ring again. It didn't, and so her eyes wandered once again, looking nowhere in particular.

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As Kiera sat, the bartender emerged from the back room carrying her plate -- an appetising meal of egg and bacon on toast. The smell prompted another chorus of rumbles from her stomach, and the young girl smiled to the bartender. "Thank you." she said simply, taking the knife and fork from the side of the plate and beginning to eat with careful, small bites once it was placed before her. The bartender offered a gruff nod, and a smile, before his attention was otherwise occupied...

"Oi!" The large man's voice cut through the quiet of the bar like a gunshot, as he glared at Lazarus with nothing short of rage. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

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The shout shocked Kiera, the otherwise gentle man had a powerful pair of lungs, it seemed. The girl turned from her meal to observe Lazarus, blinking her black eyes bemusedly. Whatever he was doing, it was rather odd.

"Look here, mate - you drop that bloody tool right now, and get your bloody hoses out of my bar!" the bartender growled, emerging from behind the counter. "Drop it!" he snapped, face a mask of anger.

Kiera watched on with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. This other man was quite plainly either insane, or stupid... perhaps both. A fire hose? Really?

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The bartender grunted as the silicon gun bounced off of his chest, and he growled further, making to advance on the vampire. "Why you bloody little runt, don't you even think about tha..." The man's words were cut off as the jet of water impacted him, winding him and knocking him backwards. Spluttering, the large man struggled to retain his footing, arms raised in front of him.

Abruptly, the pressure from the jet stopped, and as the tender unwrinkled his eyes he blinked several times to note that the water was being deflected several feet in front of him. Kiera sighed, padding her way over to the tender with her arms wrapped around her chest. The thin nightie was still the only clothing she wore besides her undergarments, and she looked decidedly odd, standing there.

"What... is the purpose of this?" she asked, her voice quiet and gentle. Her black eyes were fully unveiled, her hair parted - the orbs were seemingly focused on the jet, and indeed, she was maintaining a barrier to it to protect the man who had shown her such kindness without need. "Why... would you try to... damage here? I can see no... benefit to you... in it."

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Blinking, Kiera tilted her head. This man was curious, odd. He seemed entirely convinced in his logic, despite its obvious failings. The bartender was still at something of a loss for words, and so Kiera did not wait for him to respond. "But you do realise... making this bar into a pool... will damage it... yes? And then it will mean... that Wing City no longer has... a Gambit's Bar."

The young girl yawned, still tired from her recent awakening. "I think that people... appreciate a bar... more than a pool, myself."

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Returning to their original positions after the abrupt departure of the new arrivals, Kiera and the bartender reached the mutual agreement of pretending that it had never happened. Kiera returned to eating her meal, occasionally sipping from the milk. The bartender watched on, folding his arms as he leant back on the wall.

"You remind me of my daughter, you know?"

The bartender's speech was unexpected, and Kiera looked up, blinking her dark eyes. Her expression was unreadable, but concealed a level of surprise beneath it. She had not expected the man to reveal the reasoning behind his actions; she had thought him the quiet, sombre type who kept his emotions clammed up inside. "Oh?" was the only response the girl gave, however, taking another mouthful of her breakfast.

"Yeah. She was like you; quiet, had an air of quiet innocence about her, reserved beauty..." the man mumbled, averting his eyes. "She... died in a car accident, a few years ago."

Kiera blinked. "I'm sorry." she said. No further words were necessary - there was a quiet understanding between the two that went beyond vocal interaction. The bartender nodded, and returned to wiping glasses.

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The knife and fork clanked slightly as Kiera laid them down upon the plate, having polished off the meal in its entirety. The girl raised her eyes to the bartender in silent appreciation, nodding her head once. The man returned the nod, and set about clearing away the debris. He offered Dom a simple nod before taking up a post in the back, satisfied that the bar duties were being taken care of.

Kiera directed her eyes towards the new tender, with something that wasn't quite irritation, but wasn't quite neutrality either. Whichever, it wasn't a pleasant look, given the eyes. There was more noise in the bar now... a fight. The girl sighed, placing a hand to her forehead. Their angry thoughts were loud, and she could feel them pressing at her mind despite her barriers. It was trying.

Kiera took a sip from her dwindling supply of milk, and became once more apparently absorbed in the wood of the counter.

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"Nothing... what makes you think... I want anything?" Kiera's reply was slow and staggered, as ever. She decided that she did not like this new bartender, not at all. He was far too loud. The small woman adjusted her position on the seat and tilted her head. She allowed a few moments to pass in silence.

"But... if you're asking. A refill... would be nice." she stated, pushing forwards the near empty glass of milk. "And perhaps... a modicum of... politeness wouldn't... go amiss."

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"Old... is a generous description." Kiera replied after another pause, frowning faintly. "Perhaps service... not with a smile... but neither with a... fleck of spit from over zealous... snapping, then."

Kiera lifted a hand to wipe at her cheek pointedly. "He is in a... bad mood." she continued, directing her words now at Legion. "Paranoid. Almost... amusing, really."

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"Hmm." Kiera observed Legion's hand unblinkingly, black orbs scrutinising it exactingly as if for flaws or faults in it. Her eyes lifted to Legion's own, her expression somewhat blank. "I'm not sure... that would be a good... idea." she noted. "I do not mean to... be impolite, merely... skin contact is... inadvisable."

Kiera lifted her milk up to her lips, and took a sip, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand. "Oh... and my name is Kiera... Hunt."

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"Just Kiera." the girl replied, tilting her head forwards slightly to allow her fringe to fall over her eyes. Silence followed, but it did not bother her. Awkward gaps in conversation were a given with her, and she made no efforts to fill them. If the man decided to continue it, it was his own decision. Kiera did not see it necessary to speak again, herself.

Once again, it seemed that the wood of the counter was remarkably interesting to her, as she stared at it from beneath her hair.

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The wedding. Hmmm.. that was an interesting thing to be looking at in the near future. Kiera thought back to the call she had ignored, from Sonya. That had probably been about the wedding... not too important though, seeing as she hadn't tried again. Annoyingly persistant, when she wanted to be, Sonya was...

"Yes... I will be there." she replied. "I am not entirely... sure what to... expect, to tell the truth."

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Kiera smirked slightly, her mouth quirking upwards. "I am used... to chaos." she replied. "I encounter it... a lot." The girl glanced up, peering at Legion for a moment.

"Who... are you, if I... can ask? You are not with... the SCD, I do not... think?"

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"Hm, yes... the bride." Kiera smirked again, "I have been... told that... she is quite... unpredictable." the girl said, almost chuckling. She took a sip of her milk, finishing it, and placed the glass down on the counter.

"How did you end up... in that role, then?"

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"A demon? Interesting." Kiera tilted her head. "I have encountered... a lot of demons... oddly so. You are the first... I would not have placed as... one." she noted. "And I... admire your persistence."

The girl yawned. "I would have thought that such... a scenario would... be more trying to one's... patience."

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"Hm, perhaps." Kiera sighed, tilting her head. "You are a man of... greater patience than... most." she stated simply. The girl once again lapsed into silence, apparently off in her own world once again.

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Kiera chuckled. "An apt... analogy. Children see the teacher... as an entity... not the person... as with slayers and... demons." she noted, content to simply analyse Legion's own speech rather than exercise her own.

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"I am sure there will... be no absence of alcohol... at the reception." Kiera noted, smirking. "If... it gets that... far."