puddingpunter

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His so called safe-house; an abandoned warehouse. It was empty for the most part. Place was previously used as storage for some company's imports and exports -though Mishka didn't know what exactly they were involved with. Whatever it was, they left behind a bunch of empty boxes and crates and even a pallet jack truck. Not that he'd ever have use for it but he found it a little interesting considering he was sure that machine probably wasn't cheap.

Bee-lining for a corner in the far end of the building to sit in, Mishka pulls up an old police scanner he's hidden there and turns the little device on. The man crosses his arms and leans against the wall as it cracks to life before various voices start spewing out of it. He's listening to them but he's also still alert, watching his surroundings like a wild animal that had just been trapped. Although Mishka isn't worried he's been followed, he's worried about one of the more infamous supers hunting him down now that news of his attacks is slowly spreading through the neighborhood. Cop killers were a big thing and no doubt at least one vigilante had taken an interest. He'd be lucky of Batman wasn't preparing to confront him any minute now.

"...𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝..."

"...𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔..."

"...𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎..."

"...𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔..."

"...𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎..."

Mishka's mind was only half paying attention to the little metal box when suddenly, he shivered. But it wasn't like those times when he senses that he was being watched (no, that kind had the hairs on the back of his neck rise). This was different. This was... Literal cold? But that didn't make sense considering the weather. It was late evening, sure, but winter wasn't for a while so it shouldn't be this chilly. He shakes his head and blinks back a look of surprise before rubbing his upper arms in at attempt to start warming himself up. For a moment he wonders if the air conditioning system is on but that's unlikely. Was he getting sick? Ugh, he hoped not. Mishka sighs and promptly turns off the police scanner before pulling out a cellphone from his pocket. He dials and presses the mobile to his ear, waiting for an answer from the other line. When his call is answered, Mishka deepens his voice. Every details counts when it comes to hiding his identity. "It's done" he announces to his employer.

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@FullMetalHeart
I swear I haven't abandoned this XD I know I said this last week I'll try my best to get something up this weekend.

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@BlackRose24

I'm tempted to take that to heart.

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

I don't even know what to do/say

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While this was meant to be a distraction, Mira was genuinely curious and so she listened with undivided attention to the baker as he explained that flour actually came from wheat. Not flowers, like she'd initially thought. When Sparhawk came along and said that it was her birthday, there was a moment where Mira thought to correct him but then remembered that this was part of the plan. So, she simply smiled and bobbed her head. Needless to say the little girl's eyes were practically wide as saucers when the baker returned with some fresh pastries. "Thank you sir" she mimicked after Sparhawk as the pair were lead out. That went well. "Did I do alright?" Mira asked.

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It was a nice walk. The morning weather was fair, there were no signs of the dog anywhere, and it wasn't much of a long distance to travel. Mira looked up to Sparhawk and tried to focus on what he was saying, paying careful attention to what he wanted from her. Just talk? Well that should be easy. So long as he continued to refer to her as 'sister', Mira could just keep calling him 'Big Brother'. The girl didn't think of the physical part of it and just assumed that everything would go alright so long as the both of them pretended. Mira bobbed her head in understanding, "Okay!" Once she and Sparhawk went inside, Mira walked right up to the baker. He was a bit of a larger fellow, as the stereotypes went, but he has a soft face and looked friendly enough for her not to be afraid of him. "Pardon me sir" she called out to get his attention, tugging on his apron. Mira couldn't remember whether or not Sparkhawk had requested she be polite as well. Oops. At least it wouldn't hurt her chances. "Is flour actually made of flowers? They're not the same color and they don't smell the same."

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Pastry? Ah yes, Mira had seen those before -but not often, since it was considered a rather expensive delicacy around here- but hadn't tasted one for herself. Although judging by appearances and smell, it definitely looked like something she'd enjoy. She started to skip alongside Sparhawk and listened as he said something about a plan he had. Well that sounded exciting, and she wondered what about. And would the pastries come before or after? At this point there were too much questions bubbling in her head and Mira decided to wait and find out rather than starting shooting them all at Sparhawk.

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With the affirmation of the dog's absence, plus the offer of protection should it decide to show up again, Mira confidently strode behind Sparhawk. She climbed out the window but took her time so she didn't fall right over the edge unlike what she'd done yesterday. Thankfully she succeeded in landing upright and on her feet this try. "That's okay" she replied with a little shrug. In all honesty Mira didn't see his behavior as being a jerk. She was actually expecting more, since she'd walked into the boy's house without permission but instead he was actually quite hospitable. But she didn't bother correcting him and instead greedily accepted the apology. Usually it was her on the other end of things, trying to make amends. "So where are we going?" Mira asked, looking up to Sparhawk as she walked besides him.

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Mira slept soundly that night and hadn't stirred once until Sparhawk woke her the next morning. The little girl sat up to rub her eyes. "Where are we going?" she asked tiredly. But she was up quickly and ready to move. You always had to be when living off the streets. Mira followed after Sparhawk and climbed up the hatch once he'd gone through. She suddenly stopped, refusing to go any farther. "Is the dog outside?"

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"Mine's Mira" she finally shared, introducing herself to him. Sparhawk seemed nice even though he didn't talk very much. Maybe she would come back tomorrow to see him again, but bring something other than apples since he apparently didn't like those. Or maybe he just didn't like the yellow ones? Mira yawned again and decided to call it a night. "Well, goodnight Big Brother. And thank you for letting me stay here." Mira reached out to grab a nearby pillow -he seemed to have a whole bunch of those as well- and pulled it closer. Mira laid down and rolled over so her back was to the little candle lighting up the room. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.