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Angela and Christine looked at each other for a long moment.

"Because, I hate her," Christine finally said. "And because she refuses to come home and disobeys our father."

"He is not my father," Angela said. "Ugh...you know what? This is ludicrous. Zen--if you've got about eight hours, I can explain all my family difficulties. But otherwise, I'm out of here." and with that, she started to get off the ship, pausing for a moment. "Is....that Aetra?"

"Who's Aetra?" Christine asked, looking around. "Where the hell are we anyway?"

Christine smirked. "Hmm...it was getting good right before Zen intervened and crashed my bloody ship. And brought me to this damn place."

She looked around. "Voices descending from...over there...somewhere. Interesting city you have here."

Angela winced. "Zen, perhaps we should go inside...away from that. I can, um, explain things?"

"But....the talking crater was the most interesting thing here," Christine protested. She heaved an annoyed sigh before realizing Zen was sitting on a very big sofa.

She gave Angela an amused look before she went and sat on his lap, tracing her fingers over his jaw. "So......are you really an emperor?" she asked with a sly grin.

Angela twitched. "Christine....what...are you doing?"

"Seducing your boyfriend obviously...."

"Then come out from wherever you're hiding and I'll pay attention to you instead," Christine said, stretching languidly and crossing her own legs. She glared a Zen. It was no fun when they could escape so easily.

"You know, Chrstine," Angela said. "I've never really thought you had especially good taste in men. But honestly...you can do better. Really." She inched her way to Zen, really, really wanting to get him somewhere alone so she could explain this madness.

"Pfft. don't talk to me about my tastes. You're the one dating a gay emperor."

Angela hesitated but took that as a cue she was supposed to follow so she shot Christine another glare and went into the kitchen as well. She hesitated by the door. "I...am rather sorry about that. She's...I probably should have warned you about her."

Part of her mind was wondering how cooking omelets with her proved he wasn't gay and the other part was just embarrassed to be related to Christine. "Ah...are you alright?"

**

"Really?" Christine asked aloud, assuming he could still hear her. She stretched out on her stomach and kicked her feet, pulling out a small dagger. She started poking holes in the sofa with it and pulling out little threads of cushion stuffing.

"That....actually sounds really boring. Where are you anyway? Are you actually in that crater out there?"

Angela sighed. "Most of what she does is just to make me angry. We two don't get on, as I'm sure you noticed. It's...well, we used to get on. When we were younger. I suppose we drifted apart as we got older."

"And then there was that chair incident. At any rate, I suppose she's never forgiven me for leaving the lab and all that."

**

"Wow," Christine said, ripping the knife down the arm of the sofa. "That's sad. He seems really boring himself." She grinned slightly. "Hmm...a talking crater. Very interesting. Tell me how to get to you and I'm there."

"Christine....reminds you of your sister?" Angela asked, slightly amused and disturbed by this. "I see..."

She would reserve any and all psycho analysis of his sister stalking someone who looked just like him. "At any rate, Christine is trying to get me to go back to the lab, under the orders of our fath--well, the man who made us. I have thusly refused, something that greatly irritates her."

**

"A right useful ability, that," Christine said, standing and stretching. Ah...the crater looked larger up close. She walked casually to the edge and peered in. It was completely dark. She shrugged and hopped in, flitting to the bottom, where she landed semi-gracefully.

"So..you said you are the crater. Mind if I ask why you are a crater?"