want to see it all give me more

[bye_felicia]

There's little enough for Victra to do in this city that she finds herself falling into a respectable but rather boring routine. Every morning she exercises: runs through the whole city, swims through the ocean to the farthest buoy, goes to the gym and shames muscle-bound men who think they can out-lift her. She practices with her razor until her muscles start to ache. She sees Jesse; she sees Lincoln. She tries to read something but usually fails. She works on the movie when she's scheduled. And she drinks every night. It leaves a lot of down time, during which she finds herself at loose ends.

Today, she takes the long way back to her apartment. Her razor's curled around her arm like an overlarge bracelet and there's still a light sheen of sweat on her. She feels good, from the endorphins exercise has given her. She hears a rumble before she sees the bike, a low roar that breaks through the relative monotony of the city around her. She likes that. She turns her head and sees the speed and grace with which the bike and its rider move, weaving through other cars, the street.

By chance, the woman on the bike seems to be headed for the shop just in front of Victra and she slides into the driveway with a sharp turn. Victra grins.

"Nice bike."

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[notrocketscience]

Raven smiles at that, laughing a little. She remembers the Hatchimals well, remembers how she and Molly had barricaded themselves inside City Hall and hoped to wait it out. For the most part, Raven refuses to let her leg slow her down, but there are times that Darrow throws things at her and she can't help but admit she's not as fast as she used to be. She's still here though, managed to fight off the Hatchimals and everything else.

"It's a crazy I can handle, at least," she agrees, nodding. There are plenty of crazy things in Darrow, but at least most of them she can deal with. She knows she's stronger than most people give her credit for, and that's part of why she loves Lincoln. He's always believed in her, always known she could handle just about anything, even after what happened with Murphy.

"Is that how you met?" she asks, glancing up at her with a teasing smile. "Camaraderie against Hatchimals?"

[bye_felicia]

She snorts and shakes her head. "No, though I think someone hates me less because we did fight together against the furballs, so that's something." Victra isn't sure what to think of Valkryie, or what Valkyrie thinks of her, but their last conversation had at least been respectful and somewhat pleasant, free from shots fired against each other.

"He found me when I first arrived." Victra doesn't mention the details of how she had arrived, the blood on her hands, the emotional wreck that she had been. That's a story she's only shared with one person, Lincoln, and even then the details were scant and the story not fully fleshed out.

"I was rude and angry and he was calm and honest. I despise liars. I like to think I know when people are telling me the truth, because of that. Even when the truth is completely unbelievable."

[notrocketscience]

Raven smiles at that, nodding. Lincoln might be a lot of things, but he's definitely not a liar. She's never known him to be that way. Even when he was the only one who knew the truth about the antidote that could save Finn, even when she was torturing him and he had no reason to tell her the truth, he'd still never lied to her. There aren't many people she can say that about, and it's one of the things she finds so incredible about him.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with Lincoln," she replies, though she gets the feeling Victra already knows as much. "I remember when I first showed up here I thought everyone was lying." She hadn't thought any of it was possible, and it could too easily have been another trap of the Mountain Men. It wasn't until she got outside Semele's and saw the sky and the city that she truly believed what she was being told, and even then she'd still kept waiting to wake up back home.

Raven taps her fingernails on the edge of her coffee cup, thinking for a moment of Diana and the way she'd been able to coerce the truth out of Raven with that whip of hers. She hadn't needed to - Raven hadn't ever lied to her - but it had been the only way she would accept that anything about Darrow was real. "Unbelievable is pretty relative, here. There's not a lot I think people lie about anymore. What's the point, when the truth is more bizarre than any lie anyone could come up with?"