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Aya slumped against the ground. She took a few shallow, ratty breaths before bracing herself for the deeper ones. Her ribs ached with every intake of air, and she swore loudly. “Jesus fucking Christ, Kanner!” she exclaimed angrily, sputtering a little. Struggling to her feet, Aya lifted her shirt and checked her bandages again. Everything seemed to be fine, save for the sharp, biting pain she felt from her midsection. Tenderly, she brought a hand to her throat, and winced at the pain. Another bruise to add to the collection, she thought with a sigh.

“No, I’m not fucking with you,” Aya told him calmly. She’d never seen him so… unsure of himself, and honestly, it was more than a little disconcerting. She was still struggling with the idea that he actually didn’t know what year it was and that, added to his injured hand and his claim of someone stealing his memories, concerned her. The two of them weren’t exactly friends but then, Kanner Harlan didn’t have friends. Still, Aya worried about him and, despite his outburst, wanted to help him. “You said something about someone taking your memories,” she said as she took a step toward him. “And clearly something happened to your hand. Do you have any idea who would want to hurt you?” Even as she asked the question, she knew it was a stupid one; this was Kanner Harlan, notorious smuggler and drug dealer – of course someone would want to hurt him. 

His mandibles fluttered and stayed close to his jaw, a clear sign of fear and irritation as his eyes fixed on hers. What she was saying right then didn’t matter to him, whether it was some sort of explanation or plea for her life or whatever, he didn’t care. All words were totally lost to him right now, save for the ones that he kept hearing in his head over and over again, playing back to him like a broken record. All he could hear was the year, 2186, and it continued to boggle his mind and fill his brain with dozens of questions that he doubted he’d get an answer to any time soon. What he really wanted to know was why? Why had he lost five years?

Realizing he still had this human by her neck, he released her and immediately turned his back to her, unsure of what he should say or if he should even say anything at all. It’s not like he was going to apologize or anything, but he could at least say something to her, or ask her one of the many questions that now plagued him. “You—you’re telling the truth,” he mumbled. “You’re not just fucking with me?” Kanner turned on his heels to face her again, eyes averted to the ground beneath his feet. “If you’re fucking with me, you better leave now before I kill you. If not, I—I don’t—how did I…?” Again, he stammered, unable to complete his sentences for the second time. “I don’t understand.”

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Aya felt both panic and fury rise in her chest. Her heart thundered against her rib cage as Kanner's hand tightened around her throat. She swallowed hard and forced air into her lungs through the narrowing passage. Her fingers tried to pry his off of her, but after having just been released from the hospital, she hardly had the strength. 

"I don't care if you believe me," Aya choked out. Pain surged through her bruised body and panic gave way to rage. She glared at him with all the fury she could muster and kicked out with one of her legs. "Let go of me." It wasn't a request, but a command, and Aya swore to herself that if she got out of this alive, she would go back to her apartment, grab her pistol, and shoot Kanner in the goddamned foot. 

His attention was elsewhere until she said the year, and then all at once, he was overwhelmed with confusion and fear, and he’d be in hysterics if he was that type of person. Kanner made several attempts at speaking, but all that left him was short breaths and sounds that almost seemed to resemble the beginning of a word, though he was unable to complete it. How had he lost five years? Until two minutes ago, he was certain it was 2181, despite the changes he noticed in his surroundings. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? Was this human pulling his leg or was there some validity to her statement?

Acting out of fear and panic, he reached out for Aya, one hand wrapping around her neck and pressing her back to the wall before she had a chance to realize what he was doing. “I don’t believe you,” he growled, mere inches from her and breathing hard on her face. “If you’re fucking with me, don’t think I won’t kill you with my bare hands.” Speaking of hands, he made the mistake of grabbing her with his burnt one, his teeth gritting together as he fought through the pain.

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"Take your memories?" Aya echoed. She took a step toward Kanner, suddenly concerned about him. "Aya Tanner," she told him. "I'm Aya. Ran into you a while ago, had some fun in an alley, and occasionally bought some sand from you. You really don't remember any of that, though, do you?" She paused and looked over her shoulder before returning her gaze to Kanner. Aya noted the bandage on his hand and wondered if he'd been to the clinic recently.

"It's 2186," she added. "What year do you think it is?"

His brow plates lowered and his eyes narrowed as she eyed him, frustrated that another person seemed to recognize him somehow, yet he didn’t know them at all. Such was a common thing for him to experience now. “A lot of shit happened to me and I don’t even know what,” Kanner said as he watched her reach for the dropped datapad, obviously uncomfortable. He wasn’t able to see what exactly she was looking at beneath her shirt, but ignored it for now.

“I don’t know what the fuck I am or what year it is. ‘Course I’m a merc. Always have been, always will be. Assholes can take my memories but they can’t change who I am.” He paused, giving her another one-over. “What did you say your name was again?”

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"Jesus Christ, Kanner," Aya sighed. "What even happened to you?" She took a closer look at him, eyes still squinted in concentration and confusion. "You don't even look the same. You look... different." She stepped back and dropped the datapad she was holding. Aya bent forward and winced in pain as she grabbed the datapad. She stood up, lifted her shirt, and checked the bandages still wrapped tightly around her midsection before looking back at Kanner. "Are you even still a merc?"

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Excuse me? /squints/ Aya? Aya Tanner? For fuck’s sake, Kanner, you fucked me in an alley. The least you could do is remember my name.

Listen lady—you’re hot and all, but I don’t fucking know you.

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Aya narrowed her eyes at the friendly lieutenant before grasping his outstretched hand and shaking firmly. "I've only just been let out of the hospital," Aya explained, lifting her blouse slightly and indicating her still-bandaged midsection. "Am I to assume you've had twelve predecessors?" she smirked. "And no, not Alliance. Definitely not Alliance. Name's Aya." 

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“What’s a pretty lady like you doing wandering about the Citadel all alone?” Thirteen threw her a quick smirk. “Lieutenant Thirteen,” he said, offering his hand for her to shake. “I take it you’re not Alliance, huh?”

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/glares at her omni-tool/ Yeah, you'd better be back soon. /sighs/ And just be careful, okay? And don't do anything I wouldn't do, all right? 

This hospital room is so fucking small

The beds are uncomfortable and it smells like fucking antiseptic. Wes is flying off to Omega and I’m all alone and holy fucking jesus I just want to get out of here. 

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This hospital room is so fucking small

The beds are uncomfortable and it smells like fucking antiseptic. Wes is flying off to Omega and I'm all alone and holy fucking jesus I just want to get out of here. 

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Aya's eyes shot up at Wes, and she looked taken aback. "You want to go with her to meet him?" she repeated, as if not believing the words. "No, no, that's not a good idea, Wes." She shook her head slowly and squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart began to hammer in her chest, and she shot an annoyed glare at Evee.

"If she's going to be stupid enough to try and use him as a contact, that's up to her, and I'm not going to be able to stop her anyway," Aya continued as she averted her gaze back to Wes. "But you don't need to get mixed up in his bullshit. And besides, I don't want to stay here alone." She looked at him pleadingly and hoped he wouldn't leave her. 

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Send me an OOC ask to plot with me.

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Make a text post and tag me in it, I may not respond right away, but I will when I can.

Remind me of shit, especially when I make posts asking who I owe—if you don’t reply to those posts or remind me ever three or four days or so your thread will be forgotten and go nowhere.

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Aya smiled up at Wes, happy to have him there. His presence comforted her, made her feel like everything might return to normal. She noted the anger in his voice and couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction. He cared about her. Honestly, truly cared. 

"I... don't know," she told him quietly. "I can't... remember. I wish I could but... I can't." She took a deep breath that hurt her ribs. She felt hot, feverish almost. She longed to tie her hair up, but her arms were still far too weak to move properly. She squirmed around, trying to get comfortable without being in pain, and realized just how difficult that was. 

Her eyes shot to Evee and narrowed when she mentioned Adrien. "No," she told her forcefully. "You can't... not him. I'm--" her threat was interrupted by another coughing fit. "--warning you. Don't talk to him." Aya knew the informant wouldn't listen to her, but she didn't want a repeat of their last encounter when Evee had the bright idea to pull a knife on the mercenary. And honestly, she just didn't want Adrien's help. She didn't want him to be able to assist her. 

Aya tried to pull herself into a sitting position, but winced in pain and let out a small groan of despair. Her body was failing her, and she found she didn't know how to cope. "Listen," she told Evee. "He won't... help you. You don't have any infor...mation for him. Why... would he talk to you?"

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/grins/ Not exactly. I live in an apartment on the Presidium though. /points in the general direction/ Not too far from here. I've got a few towels back there, too, if you'd like to dry off a bit. Though I must say, wet looks good on you, Ethan.

Well, not so much pushed… Let’s just say that liquids on the floor o the Presidium makes it very slippery, and Keepers are just at that perfect tripping height.

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/grimaces/ Keepers are just... they always seem to get in the way. Hey, do you want something dry to change into? Or are you keen on walking about the Citadel dripping wet?

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I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to take your clothes off before you go for a swim.

Usually, but… shows what I know.

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"I... don't know his name," Aya replied weakly. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she squinted up at Evee. "All I know is the man who... hired me." She struggled to recall the man's name. "Joseph. No last name. Just... Joseph."

Aya felt her anger rise in her chest. Somehow she knew Joseph was to blame, but she had no way of contacting him. He had prearranged the meeting point, never given his last name, and all but ensured she'd never be able to find him again. 

"He lives on Omega, but that's -- that's all I know about him," she continued with a cough. Her face brightened when Evee told her about having contacted Wes. In the past, having Evee there would have been enough. Her and her mom had patched Aya up enough times over the years, but this time was different. This time she didn't know what happened, couldn't remember anything about the attack except her marks weren't who they should have been. 

She'd had people hate her before, but nobody had ever tried to set her up. Nobody would have dreamed of sending her into any sort of ambush. And she'd never have fallen for it. But now, here she was, lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to god knows how many machines, and all she had to show for her troubles were a concussion and more bruises than she cared to think about. Right now she needed Wes to tell her everything was going to be okay.

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“I’d love to see the other guy. Does he got a name, sugar?” Evelyn asked sweetly as she waited for Aya to finish he coughing fit. Evelyn knew Aya was scared, she’d never been in this type of situation. Usually if Aya got banged up Evelyn or her mother would patch her right up, this was different though. This would take more than some stitches and TLC to make it better. 

“I sent your man a message, I’m hoping he’s on his way.” Evee began telling Aya thinking back to the message she had sent him. Evelyn never made news sound as bad as it truly was, a gift that was passed down by her mother. She had a habit of being able to withhold all her emotions when discussing things with people and only revealing them when the time was appropriate. “I’m certain he’s rushing his ass right on over here to see your pretty little face.” Evelyn smiled at her injured friend. “Say what you want honey, you make black and blue look good.” Evee jested trying to lighten the mood. 

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You left your shoes on? Oh, you are a brilliant one, aren't you? Tell me someone pushed you in and you didn't just dive in of your own accord.

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I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to take your clothes off before you go for a swim.

Usually, but… shows what I know.