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Bzzt bzzt bzzt. The sound of her phone vibrating woke Agnés. Slowly she sat up, blurried eyes looking out of the window that still showed her the star filled night sky, neven even the predawn light of the sun could be seen yet. As she moved about the small house getting her self ready for the morning, her movements resembled something more remenisent of the undead than an 18 year old.

Not to long later she managed to get out of her house the sky a pale grey that told of the coming sunlight and the masses of people that all too soon would flood into the centre of town, in short she needed to hurry if she wanted to avoid that hell.

Hurridly Agnés peddled on her bike zipping down the deteriating road as quickly as she could all the while dodging the potholes that were desperate need of being filled. As she went she could feel the rays of the sun on her back. She pushed on, standing on her pedles in hopes of getting through the markets as soon as possible and out of the town as quickly as she could.

Already she could see the houses becoming more dence, farms and empty fields giving way to more and more houses as she went. She had studied all of the maps and found the fastest way, it took a few sharp turns. She followed the route she did once a week. As she came up to one of the turns she needed to make to go down a small walking path that had a number of hair turns. She squeezed on the break to slow herself, nothing happened, she squeezed it again, and still she was moving towards the baricades of the path. She tried to turn her bike, but it was too late, she colided with the railings of the path and was in the air now, thrown from her bike.

For the first moment she felt like she was flying but after all to short of flight she crashed onto the flower bed at the bottem of the path, her mind in a daze after what had just happened, a single rose's bloom open infront of her.
 
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"Wheeee!"

Thump. Was there a second unfortunate cyclist experiencing the same crash as Agnes? A body had seemingly come from nowhere to land in the flower bed right next to her, flattening even more flowers and sending another brief plume of petals. But judging from the gleeful squeal the person had let out before hitting the flower bed with a muted thud, they were quite enjoying the fall. Also, beginners in physics would be able to notice that the excited flower diver had come from the opposite direction of Agnes' flight.

It was Orion. Laying right next to her, face down in the flower bed, was the dark-skinned young man making flower angels by waving his arms and legs about. His face was in the ground so his sounds were muffled, but it sounded like he was chuckling happily. His merriment was confirmed when he lifted his head to look at the red-haired girl with a big grin.

"You're right! This is fun!"

He rolled over onto his back, closer to her side, and stared up at the sky.

"So is this ordinary for you, miss? Flying into garden beds this early in the morning?"
 
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Agnés watched in disbelief as another body flew into her view, though this one seemed to have been far more intentional than she had been as she heard cry of joy as he flew. With a crash he landed just to her side. Her mouth agape at what he had just intentionally done.

Agnés sat up on the edge of the flower bed as she watched him making his little angels with the flowers. Taking a moment she took a nervous glace around not wanting anyone to know what she, or more importantly that boy was doing to the flowers.

When she was asked if she always did this she paused for a moment. "Would you even believe me if I said no?" She wondered where this boy had come from, what was he 12 or something.

"Do you often follow other people over railings?" She asked fairly certain already of the answer.
 
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Intentional or otherwise, Orion was drawn to Agnes' side that early morning. Only moments after she had sat up and moved, he too sat up and moved to sit right next to her, chipper as ever and covered in petals and broken flower bits. Most of it stuck to his bare chest, which was only covered by a light open-front vest. There were more in his hair until he shook his head vigorously, loosing what remained into a brief shower of petals about his head.

"I see no reason to not believe your answer. But it would be far more interesting if you did it intentionally."

He went to check his wrist as if checking a watch, and showed that--like always--he was wearing his gauntlet seemingly made entirely of metal. It covered everything from his elbow down, had a small screen in it, and had enough lights and lines on it to make it look like a gaudy prop from an 80s sci-fi action movie.

"Well, I needed something to do while I was out inspecting the area in this early morning. And your rolling around in the flower bed seemed the most fun. So I joined!"

Learning from his past mistakes, Orion chose to gently raised his wrist up to Agnes instead of thrusting it at her like he intended to punch her.

"Please state your, most likely, lovely name, miss."
 
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Agnés couldn't help but let out a small laugh when he said it would be more interesting if she had done it intentionally. "Yes, I do suppose that would be true."

As he checked his wrist that had nothing on it that even resembled a watch Agnés couldn't help but role her eyes. She wondered if he thought that would impress her. The gauntlet was very, 'the decade before she was born' but beyond that it didn't leave much, if any, impression on her.

"Oh, you were inspecting the area, for what?" She looked him over trying to figure out what it could be. "For, roadkill?" She was half serious when she asked, but more she wanted to just rib him, he seemed to her like some punk kid who was just out for a good time in the morning after his parents put him to bed the night before.

She felt herself flush a little when her name was asked. "You're going to be dangerous when you grow up, you know that don't you? But my name is Agnés." She held out her hand for him. "And what, pray-tell is your name?"
 
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"Thank you for your name."

He sounded almost clinical with the introduction, and his wrist was retracted soon after so he could tap a few unrecognizable buttons on the screen.

"My name? My name is Or... Or... Er... Are... Uh... Hold on."

He feverishly tapped out something else on his wrist-computer-thing, before holding it out to Agnes for her to hear the device recite "Orion Sevengill" in a synthesized voice.

"That! That's my name! Yup. Orion Sevengill. Or just Orion. Whichever you prefer."

Whatever was going through his head, it was making him completely disregard Agnes' mildly hostile attitude toward him. Only during the moment where he was confused about his own name did Orion seem to something other than bubbly and odd. But it seemed that he was not ignoring her completely.

"How exactly am I going to be dangerous? Am-Am I going to mutate into something dangerous?"
 
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Agnés couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she watched the man speak, or try to. "It's very nice to meet you, Orion. Do you use your, uh, digibracelet for a lot of things?"

She thought for a moment when asked just how he would be dangerous. "Um, it's just... never mind, it's nothing." She shook her head for a moment at how silly what she had said before now seemed to her.
 
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