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     ‘it’s nice to meet you, too.’

     she replies with a tilt of her helmet that could possibly constitute as a smile in some odd way. there is only so much she can do to emote in any way that doesn’t involve her pda. the typing of another response only takes a meager handful of seconds - - - she has grown used to typing quickly, black-gloved fingers skipping ‘cross circular keys in rapid succession.      ‘i’m doing alright - how are you?’

“ yeah, okay, nice to meet you, CELTY. and, i guess that’s fair. shouldn’t have expected some DEEP EXPLANATION for some cat ears on a fucking HELMET. name’s houston, if you wanted to know. HOW’S IT GOING, BRO? “

though she was straight to the point and looked rather MEAN, he didn’t mind this interaction. it wasn’t the WEIRDEST ONE he’s had, at least. he awaited her answer as PATIENTLY as houston stevenson could be ( which WASN’T much ). 

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     ‘have you seen this man?’      in the hand not gripping her pad, celty offers a photograph of an older man, hair gone gray ‘round the edges of his face and distinguished looks spectacles on his nose. he is a scientist - - - one she thinks may have information on where her head is currently located. she had been tailing him but he’s slipped away, into the pulse of people.

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     control your bleeding. helmet tips - - - if celty were human she might be offended! as it is, wound stitches itself together. blood seeps in reverse up the slash of exposed skin : every so often she thinks it looks like a television on rewind.  fingers brush over the once-wound on her stomach as the fabric of her jumpsuit melds itself back together.      ‘better?’

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By Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein 

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you never said what i was saying. what? yesterday. you said i was saying something and that’s why you took my picture. oh, uh… i don’t know. my guess… i saw this girl trying to be someone ELSE. but  for that moment… it was like you were alone – or, you thought you were. and, you know, you could just be yourself.

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     does it? celty mostly chose it because she likes cats. but she supposes there is some slight meaning. it was just a thought, fleeing and small, that had passed through her head when the helmet arrived.      ‘cats have nine lives, and i like to think i do, too.’      she might have more than nine. how many times over should she be dead? hit by cars, stabbed with demon blades, decapitated. what would it take to kill her? celty doesn’t know.

     Annie couldn’t lay claim to being      able to react to people that hated      them in a cool way like that, but      if they tried hard enough they      could manipulate anything into      bankruptcy. The extent of their      badass actions are pretty much      limited to knitting a sweater that      says ‘ you suck ’ on it in a really      tacky fashion.      Nobody ever commented rudely     about their sweaters because they     were scared, though.   “ That’s really cool! I love unique things      like that. Does it represent anything? ”

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Youth by Daughter

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Jenny Downham, You Against Me

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     celty nods and, with a smooth and practiced motion, slips the narrow piece of paper up her sleeve. she hadn’t bothered involving pockets while coming up with her suit, and doesn’t really need them, either. shinra will like the fortune, though. he seems to put a lot of stock in what the silly writing means. sometimes she does, too, but usually only when it’s a good fortune.      ‘thanks. i’ll let him know you sent it.’      if she could smile, she would. instead she settles for a tilt of her helmet that sends light reflecting n bands ‘cross the mirrored visor of her helmet.

  “That’s frickin’ weird.” Shizuo manages after a strained moment of silence, he’s brushing fingers over his right palm to discard crumbs. If he was alone, he would probably lick them off, but he has enough manners not to do that in front of Celty. 

             “I don’t understand what it means, so I don’t think I really care.” He doesn’t; if he bothers to think too much about it Shizuo figures he would end up confused, and thus angry. It’s not worth the effort. “Tsh. Whatever, you can keep it. Give it to Shinra and see what he says about it.”

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     considering most of the people who comment rudely on the helmet are gang members and human traffickers who celty is in the process of hindering, she figures it isn’t a true mark on the helmet. just fear pulsing through veins and crossing their tongue moments before they are rendered unconscious.      ‘yes, it is! a friend of mine bought it for me.’

      Annie couldn’t imagine why anyone       would call the helmet weird! In fact,        they considered it one of the prettiest       things they’ve seen in a while. A small       smile rests on Annie’s lips. For some       reason, they didn’t feel nervous around       her. Maybe the helmet made her less       intimidating.      “ No problem! Is it custom made? ”

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     smoke curls languidly about her fingers - - - her shadow pulls and tugs at the edges, no penumbra visible, no hazy edge. the darkness cast by her figure is wholly, unnaturally black. helmet tilts to show she is listening to his words despite the lack of response.

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        ❝ i administer the law - good, BAD, or indifferent - it’s no business of mine, but the L A W to the letter. ❞ 

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     the compliment has her pausing in her quick steps, body shifting to look over at the person who had spoken. how kind! celty gets comments on her helmet often, ranging from ‘i like your helmet’ to ‘why are you wearing that thing inside, freak?’, and the former sort are far more appreciated.      ‘thank you!’

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     Annie’s eyes curiously followed the helmet      clad stranger. It was so… shiny. And what an      odd shape!    “ I really like your helmet. ”

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     yes, that is what she’s talking about. celty has seen a lot of odd things in her life ( the twenty years she is able to remember, anyway ) but this is giving her pause. demon blades and children running organized crime she can handle without a second thought, but this? it looks - - - alien. the thought has a shiver crawling up her spine as she types again.      ‘thank you.’      a pause, and then :      ‘do you think it could be aliens?’

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     helmet tilts up at him as she shifts her grip on the narrow slip of paper, red letters nearly ominous in the way they stand stark against the flimsy white backing. she agrees - - - this is creepy. it’s almost like - - -       ‘i think simon might order special ones for us.’      it’s only half a joke. now that she thinks about it, she does seem to get uncomfortably accurate fortune cookies whenever shinra drags her to russia sushi. maybe the man has a secret stash of custom made fortunes for the more odd customers who come through.

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guess who just got the light novels.