[the faerie couldn't have picked a better line. the words just about blow kavinsky away. but likely, near anything would've done it. it would be vex's stupid accent, the savvy tenor tone of his voice. the way he moves his hands, as only a mesmer does. kavinsky almost flinches. vex probably notices anyway, the recognition sharpening in his pale face.]
How did we meet?
[this is an encounter crucial to every movie about doppelgangers or spies or face transplants or whatever the fuck. tense. violence imminent. (f.a.t.e.s. is watching, but she's wise to the ways of people like these.) (incidentally, even if kavinsky pulled the trigger, the bullet would never reach vex, not here. maybe if they'd had this encounter out in the woods.) (moonshined knows, but she says nothing of it.) kavinsky takes another step from the narrow corridor from the back door. his pistol doesn't waver, not even when his eye deviates briefly to vex's groin.] Are you a fucking robot?
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How did we meet?
[this is an encounter crucial to every movie about doppelgangers or spies or face transplants or whatever the fuck. tense. violence imminent. (f.a.t.e.s. is watching, but she's wise to the ways of people like these.) (incidentally, even if kavinsky pulled the trigger, the bullet would never reach vex, not here. maybe if they'd had this encounter out in the woods.) (moonshined knows, but she says nothing of it.) kavinsky takes another step from the narrow corridor from the back door. his pistol doesn't waver, not even when his eye deviates briefly to vex's groin.] Are you a fucking robot?