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[~echo~]

Hillary drank some of her coffee. "I think that we can do it, yes. With help. You should join up; give you something to do."

[deepwallow]

Aleksandra's face scrunched up at that. "Me? Join? Why should I? What's there to do?" She asked with a chuckle. "Come on, princ- Hillsy. Give me your sales pitch." She joked

[~echo~]

"If you insist. You should join because you don't want to be affiliated with the Wests or the Easts or even unaffiliated when this sh*t hits the fan."

[deepwallow]

She drummed her fingers on the table and raised an eyebrow. "That all? There must be more than just that."

[~echo~]

"We could really use you. If you're any good at shooting, that is."

[deepwallow]

Aleksandra took another drink, silent and looking out the window. Finally, she shrugged. "Sounds interesting enough, but I'm still not really sure. Sure, it sounds promising for mayhem, but what the heck am I gonna have to do once there? Patrol every day? Hunt down some idiots?"

[~echo~]

"If you enjoy shooting guns it's perfect for you," Hillary said with a shrug. "Blood for the bloodthirsty, if you will."

[deepwallow]

Aleksandra chuckled at that. "That is good... What's your leader like?" She asked suddenly, glancing at Hillary. "If, and that's still if, I do decide to join, I wanna know who I've got to deal with."

[~echo~]

Hillary shrugged. "Firm. You don't have to do anything but come to meetings and stuff," she said.

[deepwallow]

She rubbed her chin in thought, seeming to actually consider. "Well... How's the life been treating you?" She asked suddenly, glancing at the girl opposite her