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[una_persson]

[On screen: a handsome woman with chestnut-brown hair and grey eyes, wearing a tailored tweed blazer over a plain blouse. She smiles, offers a little wave in greeting; when she speaks, she has a crisp, cut-glass British accent.]

Hello. My name's Una Persson. I'm a new arrival—just accepted a post as a Travel Agent.

[A beat; her gaze flickers down for a moment.]

I've been here before, but you'll have to forgive me; my memories of that time are hazy at best. Something to do with the trans-temporal travel. [She says, as if this is somehow strange or a surprise to her, which it so very much isn't. People don't need to know everything about her.] So for all intents and purposes, you may consider me a complete newcomer.

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[vengeance_driven]

Hey, I remember you. But maybe I have less time to judge. You wear the years well, though.

[una_persson]

I do my best. [Joking a bit, whether he realises it or not. Because quasi-immortality.] I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me—I've forgotten your name?

[vengeance_driven]

Oh. It's ah... Niko. Niko Bellic.

[There's always a little something sad in being forgotten, but at least it's not entirely. And, in general, he expects (and hopes to be) forgotten one day.]

We didn't get to talk much, but I remember your story about the Russian military service.

[una_persson]

Niko, yes. I am sorry. Goodness, I told you all that? [Shit. Which service in which time stream is he talking about?]

[vengeance_driven]

I don't know, from what sounds like a very big life it was probably just very little.

[He's making a tiny space between his fingers. That small.]

[una_persson]

[That doesn't help narrow it down much, but it does give her an idea of how much she's talked before. The gesture makes her smile.]

Not every chapter in one's life is an epic, I suppose. Well, it's nice to see you again, in any case. [Even if she doesn't really remember him much from last time, she does mean it.] How have you been?

[vengeance_driven]

Okay. Not so eventful. I take people out. I shoot skeletons and creepers. My four-eyed cat thing has a kitten now. [He's still utterly boggled that the "father" nurses it. He's known the animals were both genders but it didn't really register until that.]

They say this skeleton spawner was turned on on purpose on the news.

[una_persson]

Congratulations on the happy event with the kitten. [A small frown.] I think I missed that bit—about the skeleton spawner, I mean. Any idea who did it?

[vengeance_driven]

Not a clue. One minute there was quiet, and the next walking skeletons.

Apparently they're some sort of machine, very complicated. I don't know. I'm not sure how this shit works other than it's a pain in the ass.

[una_persson]

That's technology for you. At a certain point it may as well be magic.

[She shakes her head.] Walking skeletons. And creepers—they're the exploding things, aren't they? The staff mentioned them in my initial briefing.

[vengeance_driven]

They have that here, too. I saw it being used. Maybe it's the same thing as science, there's a way to make a tiny storm out of nowhere. But yes, it might as well be magic.

The guy who did it gone now, though, I don't know where they went.

Yeah, they're a pain in the ass. Like tiny grenades. Two of them? [He makes a cut-throat motion.]

[una_persson]

[She makes a face.]

I'll be sure to keep clear of them.

[Then: wait.] Magic? Really?

[vengeance_driven]

Ask this ah, seamstress, armor maker. Emelia. She can show you things.

[He doesn't think to warn Una of the undead horror that accompanies Emilia.]

[una_persson]

Emilia. Right, I will. Thanks.

[No one's warned her about Emilia, as it happens.]