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Loreley - Laomedeia - still wasn't sure what the purpose of going out on these rounds was - or why she had a spirit outfit that marked her as part of the ever infamous terrorists of Destiny City. She'd been very certain she hadn't been sleeper-agented in her life, but there she was, a part of something she had very little idea about.

Maybe she should have asked the cat.

Instead, there she was, out with that creeping dark feeling in her gut chasing after who knew what. Answers? A way out of it all? Not powering up would have been the easy option. It wasn't the one she'd decided to go with, though. The unknown of it all hadn't sat right despite her attempts. Answers wouldn't be found on the internet.

They'd be found out there in the night life of the city, where she was hoping nothing dark and creepy would come for her. Again.

Laomedeia hoped a less beaten path would still find her some solace in it all. A few more looks than she wanted, maybe, but at that hour, there was little more than trouble out to find her.

Something was coming her way. Laomedeia could feel it in an instant, though it was less of the low sickening feeling she’d felt when she’d met the other one. But that didn’t necessarily mean it was better - and she’d strongly considered simply jumping back into her civilian identity and running for the closest crowd to blend in out of something like fear.

Not that being out dressed the way she was particularly made her want to run and jump. Nothing about the whole thing really did.

But such a decision had not been made in time to actually react, leaving Laomedeia with an almost Deer-in-the-Headlights sort of appearance as Lysithea happened upon her - along with her introduction. At least, until the part of her brain that liked pretty things tumbled through its processes. Pretty people couldn’t be bad, as far as she cared. Now, what exactly had she said again?

Unicorns? Hm! “Oh! Uh...I’m,” she scrunched up her face, fumbling for an introduction of her own. Laomedeia, it was like a whisper in her heart on repeat. “Laomedeia,” though the rest of it was still something she wasn’t quite as certain about.