Yvette finds herself in the unenviable position of coming into existence in free fall at almost terminal velocity
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He does a so-so gesture with a hand. "About the same, I'd say. Adahn—the name your sire was using ten years ago, with your body—was with them back then."

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"Mmm. Promising, because I bet they were working on the resonance chamber at the time, considering its location, but. Potentially awkward if sire-dearest left outstanding debts or angry victims or something."

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Shrug. "Your choice."

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".... Order of Truth. I think I want some variety in people that kind of want to dissect me, if nothing else."

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"Very well. Now?"

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"Yes please! Though, if we get separated, are there any... tricks I should know about how to get back to your home without you? I'm not going to run off to poke things again without asking, just. This seems like a good thing to have a fallback plan for."

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"...other than walking? The door is not booby-trapped or anything."

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"I was actually thinking more 'how to not be mugged,' really."

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"Hm. Stick to open areas with better lighting, pay attention to your surroundings, be careful of cheerful or friendly people just as much as of shady people, and if anyone accosts you in the actual Underbelly tell them my name and that should scare them enough."

And if it doesn't... well, he can back it up well enough.

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"Okay! Thank you. ... Possibly we should buy me some kind of self defense instrument before the Order of Truth. I can maybe stab people with the crystal shard I've got, but that's not what I have it for."

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"Do you know how to use a gun? I have a few."

A couple dozen of them hidden around the apartment.

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"Uh. ... Maybe? I don't like that answer, we should actually test my aim before you give me one to carry around unsupervised."

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He snorts. "Sure," he says, walking over to the living room and reaching under one of the armchairs for one of his guns. It is reasonably small and light, and has four settings: off, tag, stun, and lethal. "It also has a safety when the lethal option is picked," he says, switching the gun to that mode. When he does, a little switch on the upper back part of the gun pops out, which he clicks then unclicks before switching the gun to "tag".

"Shoot something."

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"In...doors? ... Okay." She will shoot at the inside of the hearth, that seems like the best place to practice without maybe breaking anything in his nice house.

Her aim is passable. Not marksman quality, and Aleks is definitely a better shot, but passable.

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And when she shoots, all it does is release a light bullet (and not a very fast one) that leaves a slightly glow on the surface that disappears after a few seconds.

"Good enough to work with."

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"Excellent. I am no longer an innocent unarmed waif in a wide and complicated world. I am an innocent armed waif in a wide and complicated world!"

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He can provide her with an appropriate holster as well.

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It is easily hidden underneath her layers. After some consideration, she leaves half of her total money in Aleks's home, most of it carefully hidden in one of her boots, and the rest in an actual pouch she can easily get to in case she wants spending shins.

"Okay! Ready to face the world. Probably."

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Aleks offers her a hand, then.

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She tilts her head, then takes it, amused.

"Can you bring passengers. Is that what this is."

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In lieu of replying, she feels a tug in her mind and in her body, almost asking for permission—

—and then they are in free fall. 

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She gives permission, because that seems like the obvious thing to do.

"Um," she says, about being in free fall. It's not as bad as the last time she was in free fall, this is definitely survivable, but.

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It's less than a second, anyway, and then they're on firm ground.

"The Government Square," says Aleks once they are steady on their feet again, letting go of her hand.

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"Oh," she says a little faintly, blinking. "Okay. Uh. Give me a minute. I think I'm okay, just, um. That was not how I was expecting that to work."

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"Sorry," he says, though he's—mostly sorry that it had a stronger negative effect than he'd expected, there is still some prank-like thing he wanted to do. "It's best to look where I'm going first. This does not come with any safeguards and if I teleport while intersecting something or someone that will not be good for anyone involved. Found that out the hard way."

Thankfully the only casualty was his left foot, and he barely feels the lack anwyay, his prosthetic is great.

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