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Who: Eggsy and Rosethorn
When: After the bombing on the 18th; forward-dated
Where: Avelle
What: Someone's snooping around where he shouldn't be and a crewmate stumbles across him.
Warnings: None; will update if needed

[Finding your second is finding your soulmate. The first time is the only time.

That sounded like a fucking line if he's ever heard one. Cooked up in some advertising exec's office, all meant to ensnare lonely people and take their money. It wasn't that he didn't think that sort of thing wasn't possible, it could be, he was just romantic enough to hope it could happen, but all this felt wrong. Like there was something going on underneath the shiny surface, he was a little predisposed to seeing people and situations for what they really are, making all of this feel off.

The bombing only cemented that, only made him want to know for sure, because he didn't want a repeat of the glass planet. Nobody was going to get hurt if Eggsy Unwin could help it. He's not 'snooping' necessarily, but he is having a lookabout behind a few buildings. When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he slips back down the alley and out into the busy city street.]

Oh, fuck. M'sorry.

[Yeah, he'd been so busy thinking about how weird all this was that he wasn't paying attention to where he's going. It's a slip up that he hopes Harry never hears about. Eggsy reaches out to help straighten the woman up.]

Should've been lookin' better, yeah?

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[Rosethorn is thoroughly fed up with everyone on this planet. She felt that way even before the explosions. Now, though, she's on-edge, carrying her vine seed balls in easy reach in a sling across her chest. She stumbles when Eggsy knocks into her, catching herself before she falls.

Her hand is already on her weapons (not that they're recognizable as such) when Eggsy apologizes, and she lowers it slowly.]

Opening your eyes before you walk would probably be a good idea, yes. [It isn't quite as sharp as it could be, because at least he opened with an apology.]

[Eggsy doesn't roll his eyes and huff but it's a near thing.]

Yeah, I'll keep my eyes open next time then.

[His mind was still reeling from what had happened earlier, how he was worried that things were going to be just as big a mess here as they were back on Caducus, and frankly, Eggsy wasn't really in the mood to go and die again.]

Anyways, I'm Eggsy and I was just on my way to back to my ship. Well, not mine, but the one I'm livin' on.

[Cause he was absolutely not snooping.]

Rosethorn is fluent in snarky boy, and he might as well have gone ahead and rolled his eyes. "I'm Rosethorn. You didn't look like you were on your way back to the Moira."

She's guessing that Eggsy means the same ship as she was on; Rosethorn knows she hasn't been there long enough to know the faces of everyone on board yet.

"You're from the Moira, too?"

Eggsy shoves his hands into his pockets, hunching inward, and leaning close to speak low.

"I'm, uh, gonna need some proof. Show me your wrist."

Rosethorn can't fault Eggsy for caution at this point. Better than running blindly ahead like he was a minute ago, and she used the MIDs to identify someone else just last week. She pushes up the sleeve of her robes and shows him her wrist.

"Satisfied? Trust me, I'm not part of either of this planet's factions." She would be inclined to sympathize with malcontents, if anyone, because she's so far from on board with the matchmaking culture. But then, they've attacked a civilian center, which endangers innocents. She has to disapprove of that on principle.

He nods, a grin spreading quickly in response. If she was part of the crew then that automatically meant she got more trust than a normal Emiri citizen.

"Just had to be sure, yeah? Never know who's lurkin' about tryna rob ya blind or somethin'."

Eggsy shoves his hands in his pockets, hunching inward and moving a little bit. He was feeling antsy, but that was because so much was going on and he hated not knowing where he stood in all this.

"So, what're you up to? Need an escort to the ship? Wanna go snoop with me some?"

Rosethorn snorts. "Alright, tell everyone the religious dedicate was trying to rob you." She glances down at the temple robes she's still wearing over her Moira uniform. If anything, she suspects it would be the other way around, judging by his accent. Her own foster son sounds similar to Eggsy, with allowance for different countries' slang.

"I can take care of myself," unless she's outnumbered by a whole lot, and she doubts one boy would make a significant difference in that respect, although you never know. An escort isn't required, in any case. "You probably shouldn't go snooping on your own, though."

If he's going to get in trouble anyway, it might be better to have backup.

Eggsy'd agree with that, he did look the sort to rob someone. He was a bit rough, but it was who he was, so he didn't mind it. Besides, Harry was working on smoothing him out some, it was just going to take some time.

"Yeah, I'm sure you can. I've met some tough birds on the Moira, you're probably just as tough if not more than them."

He means it, too.

"Nah, probably shouldn't. If you're free, you should come with me, yeah?"

Briar, Rosethorn decides the second she hears the phrase tough birds, would like Eggsy. And Rosethorn, in spite of herself, is more inclined to be fond of anyone who reminds her of her boy.

"I've no plans for the day. If we can stay near plantlife, though, I'll be much more useful to you in a tight spot."

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