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The cool press of a pillar’s skin ridged under her back, Rozália leaning her weight back and tucking her arms to her elbows, sharp nails tapping rhythmically against the soft cotton covering her arms. Her WI-STOR #1: MAPS interface was displayed before her, eyes carefully picking apart her concentrated area — hovering hawkishly over the auction house Aurélia and herself were instructed to infiltrate. The athenian in question had arrived early to glean a bit of additional information from her own abilities that could help their movements, though had positioned herself in such a place so as not to be seen; it would look hardly innocent of a witch to be caught in her position.
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After pinpointing the various entry and exit points she could discern from the interface, she dismissed it, the screen disappearing from sight; pushing off of the pillar she had been resting upon, she turned and began her walk to the meeting point the twins had discussed prior to the day they were to begin the operation in earnest. Her steps were lost among the din as she pushed herself into the bustling crowd of Mirrorlight; she had been stationed in what was essentially an alleyway, far from the normal inhabitants of the metropolis.
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Her eyes fell upon the faces of those around her, wandering person to person, interest to interest, as she went — an idle way to pass the time; Rozália was always the one to observe, took a strange sort of joy from it, and the behavior had grown to second nature. Eventually she ground to a stop, now merely a street corner away from the auction house in question — the very corner the sisters were to meet. She buried her hands into her coat pockets, surveying the crowd with an expectant air, before she caught sight of Aurélia and morphed impassivity into lively, devious enthusiasm.
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“Glad to see you made it in one piece,” she hummed, a smirk crawling onto her lips, head cocked to the side. “I used that maps interface to hone in on the house — I pinpointed some entry points and escape routes for us, so we should be fine… for the most part.”
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She said the last bit with a dismissive shrug; she wasn’t particularly worried, and she was sure her sister was well-aware of the fact — they could handle themselves perfectly fine, and this mission was no different than their own practices outside of requests.
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“Let’s get a move on then— the house is just around this corner.”

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424 words ● aurélia katona