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WHO: Abigail Hobbs and one open, one closed, one semi-open
WHERE: Sanctum Aurorae and Olin Vale.
WHEN: Before the Snyod
WHAT: Abigail's training and hunting.
WARNINGS: Violence and one death.

One. Open, Sanctum
Abigail had been granted a special power with knives, combining that with amazing knives that had been dreamt up for her, made her very happy. She could often be found in a training area, throwing the knives at targets with her eyes closed or attacking dummies. When she took a break, she'd likely found still using her knives, perhaps carving an intricate design into small piece of fruit, or balancing a sharp knife on the tip of her finger, even juggling the knives when the mood struck her.

Two. Closed - Abigail Hobbs, Ruby and Ronan/Greywaren

Abigail normally loved the thrill of a good hunt. Today's was harder. Ruby was a girl close to her age. Close to the age of her father's victims. She had special weapons, one that could tranquilize her, without having to put a bullet or a knife in her. It was merciful, she assured herself. She would know why she deserved this. Once she had brought her back to the Greywaren, he could dream her up more powerful gear and put down Ruby.

Abigail kept telling herself there was no reason for her to feel guilty. Ruby was the one she'd caught spying. Ruby wasn't a true member of the Sanctum, making killing her no different than an elephant stomping on a bug. That though fortified her and she lined Ruby up in the sights of her tranquilizer rifle.

Three. Abigail Hobbs and Adam Parrish, open to anyone that wants to stop Abigail from taking Adam back to the Sanctum.

Abigail had tracked the scent of the traitor all the way to Virginia, or what would have been Virginia on her world. Being in a forest again felt good, but she had a job to do. She found her way to a hidden community. She was such a good actress, having played the role of her father's bait long ago, that it was easy to plead to be let in. She would have to rely on her hidden weapons, knives, rather than her rifle.

Once inside, she blended in and went on the hunt. Her movements were fluid and precise. She was stalking her prey. It was how she had come to see most other people now. The Sanctum, Kylo and the Greywaren were the wolves and the rest were lambs. With the sanctum, she felt like powerful too, another predator. Here, she felt less safe. The thrill made up for it. Plus, she was about to capture a traitor, and bring him back. His blood would spill before his secrets. She followed Adam from a distance, waiting for a moment when he would be alone.

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Adam wasn't there when Cece interviewed Abigail. It was easy to just accept Cece's word of their new resident and move on, but this particular person he might have advised against. The downside to not being her only adviser.

Not that he knows he's being followed.

He's grown less paranoid about being alone in the Vale, no longer constantly looking over his shoulder or scrying until he couldn't breathe. The young man he's talking to bids him a farewell and now? Now he's alone. He shifts the satchel on his shoulder, adjusting the weight before he starts on his way toward the library. There's a book he needed to return, and a book he wanted to read.

Adam's relaxed, and doesn't look as fanatical as he used to be.

Abigail bites her lip, holding herself back from uttering any frustration out loud. She doesn't know this area well. It seems as if he's walking with a purpose, instead of a quiet walk home. She needs to get him back in the forest without attracting too much attention. It'll be much easier to get him all the way back to the arctic from there.

She looks down there here satchel, through the weapons she's had specially created for her and pulls out what looks like a simple water bottle. Thanks to the Greywaren, she has several harmless looking tools. Adam would regret leaving his sanctum. In her mind, he already did. She very much thinks everyone in the sanctum is better off for it.

Abigail discreetly dips her knife in the 'water' and the closes the bottle tightly before slipping it back into her satchel. It isn't really water at all. A special sedative that will make him drowsy, easier to pull out of this place. She quickens her steps, coming up behind him. One little touch of her knife should be all she needs if she can get close enough.

Ruby was trying to act calm. She had a lot of practice, so it wasn't like it was a particular challenge, but she had no idea of whether or not there were people who could read her mind directly around her. It wasn't hard to put on an act and just become the person she decided to, even in the immediate mentality, so long as it was a mind she could conceivably comprehend, but in order to do that she needed to know what exactly she was supposed to be pretending to be.

Her older self's notes were... Well they had been coded similarly to how she'd done in her own world, but it wasn't thorough enough for Ruby to understand exactly what she was supposed to act like, just basic information about the people around her. Whatever her older self had been expecting, it wasn't an alternate version of herself who had spent the last year being an actual teenager. Let alone a teenager hopping into her adult body and piloting it while-

She stopped and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She was on patrol outside the actual sactum at least. She could probably rest assured that no psychics were peeping into her head at this moment. This was likely the best chance to get her story straight before the extraction team had time to come get her. Just her, the snow, and the empty land around her.

Or, at least that's what she thought, completely unaware she was being hunted.

Abigail waited patiently. Clearly, her target was unaware of her following her. She had time to line up the shot perfectly. As she looked through her scope, she could swear she saw antlers forming and growing from Ruby's head. A voice in the back of her head whispered to her. It was her own voice instead of her father's voice this time and telling her she didn't want to hurt any living creature, especially not one with intelligence and a sense of self, even more than a deer.

Abigail blinked. That wasn't right. She'd come a long way from the girl who didn't want to hunt with her father. She was powerful. She took another long blink and drew in a deep breath. When, she opened her eyes again, the visions were gone. It was just her and her prey now. She had to line up the shot again, aiming for the center of Ruby's back. The tranquilizer should act quickly, giving her nothing more than a little sting - as if she'd been bitten by a tiny bug before she dropped into unconsciousness. Entirely merciful. She was practically honoring her. One more deep breath for luck, and certainly not any feelings of guilt, and Abigail fired the shot.

The data she'd gathered over her time in her alternate's body hadn't been enough to know how to act, but perhaps she could play it off as restlessness? Bad dreams? Maybe not that last one. She'd heard the term 'Greywaren' somewhere back in the world she'd come to love, and it had something to do with sleep. Perhaps she could claim she realised the anniversary of something is coming up? That might not hold water long term, but she just needed a little more time. The extraction team was-

Her thoughts were dragged off topic by the sensation of a bug biting her. She grumbled a little and moved to try to squash it, thinking it had gotten under her clothes. It wasn't until she was falling forward that she realised something.

Most bugs can't exist in the arctic.

It was too late for any other thought, her consciousness gone before she even hit the snow.

Abigail rushed over and gently moved her onto a stretcher that had been dreamed up for her, among her many, many, tools of the trade. She carefully rolled her victim onto it. No, not victim. Enemy. She only looked harmless because she was unconscious.

Abigail wrapped her in a sleeping bag and blankets around that bag. It would be better if she hadn't landed in the snow. Maybe next time, she'd ask for weather equipment to be dreamed up for her. She tied straps tightly around the blankets, securing her enemy to the stretcher. When it was all done, she attached the stretcher to a special harness on her own shoulders. No different than dragging home a deer.

If Ruby woke up as she walking, Abigail could handle anything she said. She always did. This was just another tribute to get her more equipment. A cycle that kept her alive, at the cost of other lives. That was simply the way the world worked.

The next thing Ruby is aware of is how warm she is. At first it's comforting. Was she in bed? No, no, beds didn't usually move, and there was the distinct sense of movement. What was more was that she could usually move just fine in bed, but here she felt... Swaddled? There was something off, something that felt like a problem, but she couldn't think clear enough to put her finger on it, so she didn't worry about it and instead paid a lazy sort of attention to her senses.

It took what felt like forever to realise she was hearing snow both crushing below someone's feet and shifting beneath her. Everything had been quite muffled after all. Where had she been that had snow? Last she remembered the closest thing she'd dealt with was an early fall ice storm - DeChima was just like that sometimes. But this wasn't DeChima, was it?

"werr?" her muffled voice said, even as the entrance to the city came into view. It hadn't exactly been a short walk. No, she'd had the sense to go out quite far, after all.

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