The moment that Mireille's eyes opened, she knew that something was wrong in her apartment. She had been living in the apartment since she was fifteen, and she knew every noise it made, could tell when a plant had changed leaning position or a book was on the wrong spot on the shelf. And when she awoke, she knew that something had changed. She
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"You're in my apartment," she answered without thinking about it, and then made a soft, annoyed sound and narrowed her eyes. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" Her words came out mixed with her French accent, elongating the vowels, making the words seem less serious somehow then they were.
As they stood there though, she swayed slightly, a headache suddenly flooding into her mind, nothing too terrible but quite startling considering she'd been fine a moment earlier. She took another half-step backwards and brought her other hand up to assist her grip on the pistol and steady her hand.
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"Who are you?" zelda ventured, hand twitching unconciously for the blade at her hip; fingers twitching in a desperate attempt to not use her magic.
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"Mireille Bouquet," she finally answered, eyes narrowing further. "Now you answer me." The woman was a bit fuzzy in her view now, despite the fact that she was only a few feet away, and the french woman finally gave in and took two steps closer to ensure her aim...and some of the fuzz almost immediately disappeared, and the shaking in her hands faded a bit.
Oh no... The thought flashed through her brain, reminicent of yesterday and the things people were talking about on that blasted community...but she said nothing about her suspicions yet.
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"Have you ever tried to look for him?" She asked softly, handing Mireille the cue stick back.
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"Have you ever tried to look for him?" She asked softly, handing Mireille the cue stick back.
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Mireille took the cue back...and promptly mixed her next shot, laughing softly as she handed it back. "No, not really. My uncle and I, mm...we work...different aspects of the same business. It's bad to move in the same circles."
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"I see. What exactly is it that you do, then?" She took it back with a smile, taking aim once more and promptly missing as Mireille had done.
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"I have a job that..." She let out a breath. "Most people would not understand what I do." She finally said, which provided absolutely no information. "Or approve of it."
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