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Who: Sara
Broadcast: Video!
Action: On the Marsiva // The Twin Roses
When: Now!

[ The feed starts with Sara adjusting the camera and pursing her lips, then flashing a waxy smile that doesn't go anywhere near her eyes ]

Hi, so, I'm going to need you to go ahead and let me out of here and return me to my ship. I mean, we could do this the long way, but you really, really won't like that. It will be long. And painful. Possibly over days. The thing I'm going to assume you didn't realize about me before you decided to make this incredibly idiotic move is that I don't take kindly to cages. They're not really my thing, and I have a particular prejudice against the people who want to put me in them.

But hey.

[ She puts her hands up in a conciliatory manner ]

Maybe I'm reading this entire situation the wrong way. Just come and get me, we'll talk, and I won't even break your fingers for it. Promise.

Okay? Okay. Chop chop!

[ She rolls her eyes, sighs, and switches off the camera ]

****

[ some time later, Sara shows up in a burst of confetti on The Twin Roses. Hi friends! ]

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Good thing I'm an only child. Hell of a thing to drop out on. Was the boyfriend worth it?

Not an easy thing to answer. But we've both grown a lot since then.

[She nods.] Yeah, understandable. I got married when I was a teenager, so I'm not judging anyone.

Things happen. Luckily we get to move on.

[She laughs a little at that. Sure, it's not funny on the outside, but when you know the husband is the one who killed her it's kind of funny?]

Yeah, well, let's get that drink for you so we can cheers to that with coffee.

Good call.

[Upon entering the kitchen, Kitty just sets to work making the coffee.] Practice for my beverage serving life.

Does it need that much practice?

Probably not. Although I haven't had much in the way of regular jobs in my life.

It's hard to fit in retail hours between assassinating people.

[ it's a joke. she's joking. hopefully kitty can joke about it. she's definitely not judging ]

[She turns back to Sara with the coffee machine doing its work and smiles.] Especially since retail had stopped being a thing.

Capitalism really doesn't survive the apocalypse? I thought for sure it'd be the cockroach of economic systems.

Not in North America. Maybe in the human settlements in western Europe. My kind wasn't exactly welcome there regardless what side we were on. Piracy survived if that helps.

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Of course it did. I've been to a few futures and none of them are utopias. Doesn't really make you optimistic about human nature.

No, I wouldn't think so. But you keep working for it. [Not exactly a question. She doesn't really know her, but former assassin and someone who has worked on the same side as others she knows.]

There has to be some hope for the future, otherwise what the hell are we all doing?

Exactly.

And what does it make you if you aren't trying? [Something she's sure she doesn't want to be.]

Pretty much.

How'd you get into the assassination gig?

My trademarked sad story? [She smiles. Trying to keep what she's about to say light when it is in no actual way light.]

Apocalypse's people had ways of tracking mutants so around 13 I developed my powers and tried to hide it from everyone. Myself included. It didn't actually work and a small troop of Infinites—um, those were his soldiers—showed up, killed my parents and I got away. [That one never stops hurting but she moves on. Maybe she didn't need all the background.]

I was on the run for awhile when one of Apocalypse's trackers found me, but the X-Men arrived and rescued me. So, I went to live with and work for them. Our leader figured that with my powers I'd be an excellent assassin for the team to deal with surgical strikes that needed more finesse than sending the whole team. So, Logan trained me and that was pretty much it. Not a paid gig. Taking out people who ran forced labor camps for humans and genetic processing plants and such. I still fought with the team too.

[ Sara takes it in. Her response is fairly neutral with a hint of softness—she doesn't pity Kitty, but she also doesn't want to minimize the impact of the situation. It's more than she herself had to deal with despite all her shit. ]

That's a lot to deal with at such a young age. And it sounds like you were doing good work.

It kind of was, but you couldn't ignore it. The gap between rising tensions and total chaos was pretty slim. And after awhile it was just life and everything before it felt more like a dream. Until I hit the prison and things were nicer somehow? I mean it was deeply wrong and disturbed in its own ways, but it had perks.

I guess there's some benefit to order after all that chaos.

I wouldn't be a fan of prison though.

It was a very weird prison. I wouldn't call it order, but there was some peace occasionally which felt like a lot to me.

So, what about you? How did you get into the assassin thing?

I guess we'll get to that in a later therapy session.

The long version is very long. The short version is that the boyfriend I stole took me on a yacht trip that ended in a shipwreck, a two year stint on an island, and eventual recruitment to a group called the League of Assassins, where I was trained to carry out whatever missions Ra's al Ghul told me to do. Tried to get out a few times, but that didn't work out super well. Eventually, I convinced my lover, who had taken on the mantle of Ra's al Ghul, to release me. I was a vigilante for awhile and then Rip recruited me.

[ she shrugs. simple enough! ]

[She smiles at the therapy session comment. She almost had gone on but it felt like too much. Getting to know someone is give and take.]

I'm guessing there weren't a lot of choices offered when it came to joining or leaving for that matter.

Rip... I know a Rip. Of course! Time ship with an AI. I saw that in his memories. [Just a totally normal thing to say.]