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Nicky How Nicky ended up in such a... mundane london was a miracle even to herself, but at least it was giving her quite some oportunities to try to gain some cash or items with her 'unique skills' before moving on to another place. For now, she had taken residence in the shelter provided by an old factory building, which had been abandonned ages ago, and while it was dirty and the roof missing in several spaces, the old overseer's office did provide enough insulation to make it bearable. Napping in a cot and her belongings well packed in a dufflebag, she thought she had set herself up quite ok.
Thirteen There's a knock at the door.

That alone would be ... odd. Most people don't knock at what is clearly a drifter's hovel, but here it is. The man standing the other side of the door looks for all the world like some sort of executive - he's in his fifties, maybe his sixties. Steely grey hair, cold blue eyes, and a very expensive suit. If she'd seen him on the street, Nicky might have pegged him as a mark.

As it is, he just looks quite... out of place, with his brightly polished shoes and his casual wealth. He's waiting, though - it isn't /polite/ to just let yourself in on a sleeping woman, is it?
Nicky The knock on the door slowly rotting made it creak inwards - the lock was defect since ages - but Nicky didn't seem to mind those sounds too much. Wrapped up in her sleeping bag, she just turns around a bit, maybe thinking it was the wind that moved the door a bit.
Thirteen There's a second knock at the door, and then a clearing of a throat - before the suited man speaks in a loud, clear - and very crisp - English voice.

"Excuse me, Miss. If you have a moment? I have a proposition to discuss with you."

The man's hands remain clasped in front of him - for now. He might be underestimating her, but from what he'd seen of her, he's not too worried that she'll come out shooting or anything wild like that.
Nicky Finally getting that that was not the wind's doing, the young woman pulled up from the cot in a speed that was usually found when people see either guns or hear fire alarms. In a moment or two, her hand grabbed for something from the floor, and hid it behind her back, the dim light from the window gleaming on the sharp edge of the glass shard digging into her hand.

"Proposition? Where are we here, your boardroom?! Looks like you forgot you had one for ages."
Thirteen "No, we're in your bedroom. Which may be one of the saddest sentences I've ever had to say aloud."

Opening the door, the man steps forwards - apparently unconcerned about the fact he's got Nicky firmly on edge. "Isn't it time you changed that? I'm sure you'd rather sleep in a bed, somewhere with a roof, and a refrigerator.
Nicky Pointing up, Nicky sgives back a forced smile "See, there is a roof. And there's a door. No need for a refrigerator when there is Mc Donalds two block down the road and then again, this is only temporarily. Like a few nights before I move on."

Slowly she does get up, the hand with the glass shard still in her back hand. Sure, Glass made an incredible sharp edge, but holding a glass shard to strike with it was just as likely to cut the own hand or leave splinters in the hand, that it was some kind of a last resort - or a sign of madness.
Thirteen The counterplay earns a raised eyebrow, and the silver-haired man reaches into the inside of his suit - this is the moment where things actually could get dangerous. If Nicky is unstable (and he's had a lot of experience dealing with someone who definitely is) she might take this as a moment to strike...

If she doesn't, however, he produces a cheque. The 'pay to' name is blank, but the figure is five thousand pounds - and that, he hopes, is what will get her attention.

"If you want to move on, fine. But I've been authorised to offer some incentives to stay. I think you'll find my employers are very generous in that regard."
Nicky The pulling something from the suit pushes the young woman more to the edge, the hand around the window shard tightening and pulling the hideous weapon out from hiding even, gesturing at the man with it.

"No funny movements, ok? You want to hire me? Don't you know how to approach professionals? Out on the street, not where they stay for a night and especially not alone in an area where nobody will wonder what happened to the man in a filthy rich suit when they find the body swimming in the river?"
Thirteen "The streets of London have more CCTV cameras than any other place on the planet." The man says, calmly. "And, no offense young lady, but I am not intimidated by a shard of glass. I don't believe you are a killer. Am I wrong? Bearing in mind that we found you once, and my employers will most certainly notice if I am found dead."

He offers the cheque, holding it out whilst maintaining eye contact. He could very well be wrong - in which case, he'll have to defend himself after all... but for the moment, he still feels like he's got the upper hand here.
Nicky "Oh, you don't believe I am one? Good one. Your choice what you believe. And even if there are that many cameras out there, they're not perfect. Your boss might try to find me, but if I cross some streets and then go into the right one or other, I'm gone. And finding my trail through where I end then might be a bit harder than you think..."

The glass shard lifts some as Nicky closes in on the suited man, eventually placing the sharp edge almost against the collar of the suit. "Oh, no fear that this piece of glass might cut? You know that glass leaves quite nasty scars..."
Thirteen As Nicky gets closer, the man's hand - the one not holding the cheque - drops to his side. When she touches the glass against the collar of the suit, he sighs.

"You know, I'd hoped we could have a discussion like civilised people. But very well."

His hand snatches up fast to try and snare her wrist, and he ducks his head back - in the same movement, one of those shiny shoes lashes out to sweep her legs out from underneath her and - if all goes according to plan - he'll be pressing his knee into her back in a classic takedown grapple, grumbling to himself.

"Kids these days..."
Nicky Things go to plan until the moment his hand closes around her wrist - the tense muscles try to releae the stored energy forward, but the shard misses the neck by mere millimeters as the hand is forced away. Then, things go haywire. The hand holding the wrist suddenly seems to start to hold quite a lot less than an arm, as the whole body of Nicky starts to turn into a fine mist rapidly, the legs evaporating just in time for the sweeping leg to pass through. That is, until the mist seems to start to feel an attraction to itself and ball up, condensing in the shape of an almost two yard long stuffed snake with a mainly green body but striking red marks along the back. And that snake seems to make a pretty angry face, as much as a plushie face can be anry.
Thirteen What may be most striking is the fact that the older man doesn't just /panic/. Given the weirdly mundane nature of this place, that alone is ... odd.

What he does do is move quickly and with purpose. The cheque flutters forgotten as he draws a handkerchief from his pocket to close over his nose and mouth - in case the 'mist' is some sort of poison...

And from the inside of his suit he draws his pistol, which he levels at-- a plush snake?

"... Now that, I did not see coming." He admits, though his voice is muffled by the handkerchief.
Nicky The Plushie thing he points the gun at seems not to actually do much besides... sitting there and making that angry face, as if the thing would be pretty much not alive. Still, she was there, the very plushie, well alive, waiting... Maybe he was so dumb to leave... or take her with him in a way she could use to strangle him... or possibly just flee later...
Thirteen The agent isn't dumb - he does seem a little confused, though. This is not the kind of power he'd assumed she'd have. Still. Assumptions are a dangerous thing, and it is still useful. Heck. For all he knows, maybe she's teleported with this thing from a child's bedroom somewhere else in the city.

He doesn't lower his gun, but he does step closer. First, he nudges at the toy with the toe of his shoe. Then, if she doesn't move, he'll tread on her tail, grinding against it to see if there's any response...
Nicky The good part of being a plushie is, that mpacts and grinding them hurts all the less, to a point where it is usually bearable. She waits... endures the dulled pain of being kicked and steped on... This is not the time to act... not now...
Thirteen "Frustrating." The older man mutters to himself, and he produces his smartphone from his pocket - not taking his eyes off the plushie. Sure, it looks cute, but it could also have some sort of horrible plushie-izing venom in its 'fangs' or something, and that'd just be too humiliating a way to die.

"This is Daniels. I need an extraction team. Grade E should be fine. And tell Delores to start sweeping again. Subject may be on her way to one of the warpgates."
Nicky Internally, Nicky froze as he mentioned trying to block of the warpgates, but obviously he was mistaking her for just a plushie and possible thinking that she had teleported away. If she just could find a way out of this situation without him looking....
Thirteen Daniels hasn't made that assumption at all! He's not sure what is going on; his job now is to contain the potential threat, which means making sure he doesn't look away from the plushie and he waits for the team to arrive.

"She couldn't even pick somewhere with a chair." He complains, essentially now engaged in a staredown with the plush toy. Minutes tick by...
Nicky Just hopes that he will make an error some time... before that cleanter team arrives...
Thirteen Unfortunately, when you're used to dealing with very deadly situations, mistakes are something you learn to avoid - or you don't, and you don't get to deal with those situations any more.

The cleaner team arrives, a group of three men in bio-hazard gear with a large box, somewhat like a cooler, manhandled with them. It isn't until one of them is looking at the plushie that Daniels looks away, so he can talk to the leader.

"Some sort of vapour was given off." He says, "So I'll need to check in with medical. I want a full analysis of that thing, take it apart if you have to, then put it in storage until we ascertain where the subject went."

Of course, whilst he's discussing this, Nicky is only being looked at by two mooks. They, in their bio-hazard gear, look much less competent than Daniels himself.
Nicky Nicky at least tries to use the chance, having calmed down enough and no longer facing into a gun. Again the shape of her seems to dissolve into mist in a split second, expanding and then collapsing again, this time her pretty densed up human shape. Without much a time between fully being back in her shape and the next move, sbe catapults herself forward, attempting to grab her backpack and then jump for the large windows to get out, even though it goes down two stories into the empty factory. She knows that she can do that - by once again shifting, voluntary this time. The question is more, if she can manage to reach the window...
Thirteen Well, that answers the question as to whether she's a teleporter or a shapeshifter!

There's a shout of surprise from the two guys in biohazard suits, and Daniels turns. There's a split second decision he has to make - does he shoot her, or does he let her go...

... and he decides to go for the latter.

"Hold fire!" He shouts, "If she wants out, let her out."

Which means the window is open and she's free to tumble down two stories.
Nicky Nicky shatters through the single plane window, feet first, backback half over her shoulder, arms shielding the face. Shards of glass catch the light and seem to create a glistening aura around her as she once more turns mist, vanishing together with the backpack to turn into an other stuffed animal - a small squirrel like thing. The variant with skin between the legs. It doesn't make her actually float, or fly, but at least it gives some drag to alter the landing spot some away from where most of the large glass pieces are going to impact...
Thirteen The team seem confused - but Daniels is ignoring them, going for his smartphone again instead.

"Subject will be leaving this area in the next few minutes." He says, "Keep eyes on her, don't make any approach or prevention. I want to give her a few days."

He walks over to the shattered window, looking down from it at the plush toy now decending towards the warehouse floor.

"Then we'll send Thirteen for the second offer."
Nicky Nicky uses the last moments before the impact to turn mist again, returning with the backpack and almost in the same pose as she went away, landing and then making a run for it, giving a look over the shoulder and showing the finger to the guy up there.