In fact it was her efficacy and her aloofness that lead many to flat out dislike her. Wraith wasn't, well she wasn't loved by most. The only other time Natalie had seen her was through a sniper scope a moment before she put a bullet through her chest and earned a round of free drinks. But as her eyes adjusted, she saw a small, pale woman sitting in the corner of the kitchen at the single small table. For a moment the newfound light was blinding. Natalie swore she knew that voice, however. But they didn't seem to illuminate whatever face they were presumably attached to. When her slow turn around ended, all she could see were two faint disks of glowing turquoise that seemed to shimmer in the darkness eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat or several before she composed herself. Natalie reached for the knob.Ī wispy voice made her nearly jump out of her skin and she literally leaped into the air with a yelp of shock. There was a kettle on the stove, though whoever last used it left the stove on, probably boiled off by now. Anyone was free to use it and she made sure the keep it stocked with variety. In one of the cabinets, she had a tub of teabags. That was fine too, silence could help her focus just as well as small talk. Ajay, Elliot, even Anita could be great to just bounce ideas off of.īut as she rounded the corner to the hall that contained the kitchen, she saw only the stove light was on. Even in these states, she still enjoyed their company. The latter she'd help home, the former she just pretended not to notice. Sometimes she'd find her fellow Legends there in a post-hookup afterglow, or in staggering drunkenness. Not far from her was a communal kitchen, almost always abandoned this time of day, night? She wasn't sure where the barrier was that arbitrarily divided the two. With a series of clicks, feeling returned to her lower arm, and a few stretches later, it was working flawlessly.įor luck and for confidence, she patted the worn and faded Nessie on her nightstand before grabbing a large sweater and leaving her room. If it wasn't so intensive on battery and so pricey, she would have used it constantly. The arm used for work was far finer in control than even the real thing and was loaded with sensors for electrical flow and RF frequencies. Her prosthetic was traded for her every day wear one. The pylon easily slotted back together and it too was placed where it lived. Natalie returned all her tools to their proper homes and took care that each was still in good order. She further messed her short blonde hair and scratched the back of her neck, time for a break. Her mind was too busy swimming with ideas and frustrations to quiet. The closest she had to an accomplishment was a top-five finish in her new endeavor, the Apex Games. The other problem was now sleep was an impossibility. He'd been gone for two months, and since then, she hadn't solved a single equation or successfully addressed a single issue with her gear. Letting him down was devastating, even if he always assured he still loved her. "I'm sorry, Papa, I don't understand it." She whispered. At least when he was around, she could fall asleep on his shoulder, he might braid her hair while she worked, or they'd just make idle chit chat about nothing. However, no divine inspiration had come, she'd just stared blankly at electrical components for five hours, just like she and Papa used to do. The point of it was to find where the device was shorting out every twenty-six point four-five seconds, a minor bug but one still deserving of squashing. Capacitors, resistors, servos, dozens of meters of cable, all forming a roadmap only she could follow. The table was covered in the dismantled components of her pylon all arranged in an exploded version of its internals. It was three am and she'd made no progress in five beeps. When it beeped this time, she looked down only with disappointment. It was another simple thing that helped her keep her life ordered, a way for her to just be more aware of the passing of time. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 46,566 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 34 Kudos: 255 Bookmarks: 32 Hits: 4,847Įvery hour, Natalie's watched beeped. Mirage | Elliott Witt & Wraith | Renee Blasey Friendship.Wattson | Natalie Paquette/Wraith | Renee Blasey.Mirage | Elliott Witt & Wraith | Renee Blasey.Wattson | Natalie Paquette & Wraith | Renee Blasey.
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