Demon of Denon
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The sun was peaking through the duracrete jungle, slowly shining golden light along the streets and walkways. Depending on the area, it could almost be afternoon before someone got even so much as a whiff of sunlight. But Xan didn't mind, it was already a blessing to even see the sun again, much less feel it caress her synthskin. A heavy coat hugged her shoulders, the only piece of clothing she managed to snag that wasn't on her person in the safehouse. It wouldn't be a problem if the whole damned neighbourhood didn't change so much.
She had spent the entire early morning simply wandering the streets she used to know so well. Nothing was the same anymore. Even her old apartment now had a lovely young couple living there. It was all well and good, except for the fact that all of her kit, clothes and personal belongings were long gone. The old meeting hubs and safe spots were either long abandoned, or overhauled into some kind of shop. She came to a halt on a sidewalk, looking around for something that would always be here at this hour.
"Hey..." She spoke up with a ragged voice, her body's annunciator making more static than anything else. The passerby understandably looked a little concerned over the apparent cyber-junkie randomly calling him over. "Yeah? Can I help you?" He asked curtly. "There used to be a guy here. Food stall, sold the best burgers on Denon. Where's he at?" She asked him, her battered cap and broken mask hiding her face. The stranger looked stumped for a few moments, though eventually he seemed to understand what she was talking about.
"That guy? He died years ago! Holy kriff, lady, lay off the spice!" He laughed and went on his way, leaving Xan alone in a seemingly random spot beside the road. A ragged sigh escaped her, nothing seemed right to her. Her old ripperdoc was long dead, all the others were also either dead or moved on. The bars and shops she used to frequent were replaced by something else. Her accounts were frozen, and she was too terrified to dip back into the Holonet. The momentary silence of not having the entire galaxy's information constantly feeding past her was blissful after what she went through.
"Hey!" The voice called from behind. She turned to look at the stranger, technicolour eyes regarding him as he approached again. "You from here, lady?" He asked her. A shadow of a smile took hold behind her broken mask. "Kind of. Never been... but I know my way around." She shrugged, turning to continue with her walk. She desperately needed a ripperdoc, or at least a shop that knew cybernetics. Clothes and food were a definite tie for what to do next.