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"If you would like to take this time to show off your completed canvases, you may. Or feel free to pack up and call it a night. Thank you, everyone." A woman wearing form fitting light blue jeans, with splotches of paint, and a dark green, long sleeved shirt with sleeves shaped like bells, sporting a half apron around her waist said once she was finished. She would hold up her own finished product, turn it to face the class and a couple people would clap at her amazing replica of the Eiffel tower. The tower was in the front of the city scape, with various tiny, no-named buildings.

The canvas was no larger than a fourteen by thirty-five centimeter off white color prior to being painted, but now it was afforded a different life. It would either sit in an attic collecting dust, or find a way to a wall, depending on the person and how they feel about their completed work. Others would show their work off, more or less looking the same as the woman's in front of her. Elizabeth's looked nothing like the others. The blonde haired woman took a more eccentric approach to her drawing, melding the tower and all the colors from the backdrop together for a more Van Gogh approach to her Tower and city skyline. The inspiration behind her decision was that Elizabeth believed all colors, from one spectrum to the other were connected to the other spectrum. Much like a mind to the different parts of ones body; the way they all connected and worked together.

Deciding after seeing three carbon copies of the tower, Elizabeth decided she would not be sharing her work of art with the paying class. She rose from her working space, collected the canvas from the back, and more or less fucked out of the off shoot room that was afforded to them for the class in the gallery.

Since the painting wasn't completely dry in the city background behind the tower, the telepath held her paining with the painted side out, and the canvas side pressed to her chest as she made her way outside. The woman decided she was going to walk home tonight, simply because she didn't want to deal with people's questions. Or people in general tonight. Her mood as of late went to the more sporadic side of downwards, than the brighter side of things, so she had naught the patience for people not in her household or of her blood.

The journey wouldn't take her too far away from the area in which Elmworth and Bullwood interjected. With the sky raining down tiny white flakes, it was evident what was upon the woman. And her painting. She needed to find shelter sooner than later, because if she did not, then not only she, but her painting would be covered in white soon. Damaging her efforts for the past two weeks on every Tuesday and Friday night for a single hour. The woman looked around, saw the aquarium that was still very much open to the public and bolted for it. For a price, anyone could enter the facility if they wanted to. Nothing on this earth was free anymore, no one's happiness, protecting a painting, or even watching rare, unique fish not seen around these parts for a long time, or ever.

The people were of no consequence to Elizabeth. Her only purpose here was to protect the piece of art she had made in the last two weeks from the outside weather conditions that were starting to brew. O the occasion she would glance at a person walking by her, or she walking past them, but made no conversation pieces with any of them, as the woman kept the painting close to her persons as the woman glanced around in the elongated glass cases inside the aquarium. It would be ideal to not have to interact with anyone and find a place to bunker down for a half hour, or an hour until the rain passed, or until she got bored , or had no other way to travel by foot and decided to tome home to her gardens. What use was there to have a pointless conversation with someone she would never see or meet again?

Elizabeth stopped at a sort of fork in the road inside the aquarium and glanced up at the bright blue and white colored signs hanging above the heads of observers like she. One way would lead her to the tentacles exhibit. Another to Harper Rock Habitats and the last would take the woman to an exhibit called Mission to the Deep.

By a simple deduction, Elizabeth figured anything that had to do with Harper Rock would be bass and anything else someone could find fishing. The initial thought reminded Elizabeth of Skipper and images blinked into her mind. Memories, to be precise. A fishing trip with the husband and the dog on the boat. She shook her head and decided to proceed onward to a different exhibit. Why relive a memory without Shamus, when Elizabeth could make it real once again with him this spring; her favorite season of all?

Mission to the deep it was.
The woman stopped at the first glass pane she encountered and searched the murky depths of the water, while listening to a per-recorded 'virtual show.' She heard names like fangtooth fish and other things Elizabeth had never heard of, or encountered and then glanced at the television in one of the four corners of the room when she heard the words Vampyroteuthis infernalis. Better known as a vampire squid. Not so much a predator, but a scavenger among it's brethren. Elizabeth watched the creature 'attack' the organic matter in the sea, before she heard a dragging noise to her left. She glanced over with wide eyes to see a tentacle of a squid swish against the surface of the glass she had been looking at not a mere five minutes prior, before chuckling at herself for even being mildly concerned at the noise before proceeding onward to read about other creatures in the deep, dark waters in other parts of the world.

While the blonde haired woman stopped at a large reading segment about other types of creatures that existed in the deepest parts of the water, retaining information about the depths that they could be found in, when they came into existence (the theory behind the time line, anyways), what they survived off of and their perceived ancestors. Really, nothing overly fascinating for anyone other than those who weren't intending on being a marine biologist, or wasn't here for some class trip; but since the woman was here...

It was when Elizabeth set down her painting near the large plastic mold with the fountain of knowledge did she see the other woman. She had seen her before from out of the corner of her eye, but paid her no mind or attention. She was just another patron in the aquarium within the city, but now she was showing up more and more, and Elizabeth found herself on alert. Or at the very least, like a wolf on guard, with hackles raised when something just didn't seem right.

The painting was momentarily forgotten about as Elizabeth finished turning around to look at the woman to size her up. The woman appeared to be an individual that could take care of herself. She was human, and had short hair. Not unusual, Elizabeth supposed as she looked the woman over as she turned to look away from her, as if something near the woman caught her attention and Elizabeth just had to turn to see what it was. While Elizabeth did this, it was concluded that the woman was a somewhat small threat. She was following Elizabeth. She was physically fit from what Elizabeth could 'see' of the woman under the clothes she was wearing. She supposed her body fat percentage was less than one percent, and the clothing seemed military in nature, like the guards near and around the land of the walking dead ones. And the woman had short hair. It was both perceived and concluded by the telepath woman that the woman was part of the faction of paladins. Perhaps one of the last few of the Order, or some new offshoot of the group that once was.

Regardless, the woman had to die. In what matter and how long it took to achieve that goal was up to the woman entirely. "Oh, hello." Elizabeth asked once her eyes landed on the woman, but bounced off to the tank on the other side of the wall. "I did not see anyone else. I shall leave you to your own means." This was the one and only shot the woman would get from Elizabeth of walking away unscathed. The petite woman moved to a corridor that would circle around the entire building and end anyone back to the front entrance of the building.

The elevator couldn't close fast enough, which was both good and bad. Bad, initially, as Elizabeth believed the woman to have been following her and know just what she was. Maybe even who, too. But the woman appeared to be far from aggressive in nature as she stopped, communicated with Elizabeth and re-gifted Elizabeth the painting the woman had worked on in the weeks prior to finishing it. The elevator door made a loud metallic sound, indicating the doors were jammed, or stuck, but Elizabeth didn't move. Not with people staring at her, some complaining about Elizabeth breaking the elevator, and not even when the woman's back disappeared from her view.

She simply waited, tuning the elevator's noise out, which would have been silenced had Elizabeth moved her right foot backwards and out of the sensor field. "Lady, move your foot or get out." Elizabeth blinked, cocked her head to the right and stared through the woman that shouted at her from the main floor of the aquarium. "Apologies." Elizabeth said with a dip of her head, moving to collect the picture of the tower. Some of the people moved on, continuing their observations of various sea creatures, while others remained, mumbling things about her, about the rude woman, and about the other unknown woman.

"I require your services." Elizabeth said, the picture tight to her persons as she summoned her wraith, Reynold. He came when called, for he had no choice, but he wasn't always thrilled for the unexpected and unwanted request of his presence for a master he didn't want to serve. "I require things too." He said with an exasperated sigh, not holding back on his Altruistic demeanor towards her. "Then do them in the free time in which you have most evenings." Elizabeth snapped back, a hand on the metal bar that when pushed would let her out into the damp and dismal night scene of Harper Rock.

"There was a woman..." Elizabeth pursed her lips together in thought, her eyes swinging from left to right in an attempt to locate the woman. Until then, she kept moving, attempting to close the gap between them so Reynold knew who she was speaking of. "There. That one." Elizabeth's left index finger locked on the back of Ramsey. "Follow her. Report back to me within an hour." She left the wraith floating on the street and made her way to the park in which her home could be found.