The Watcher

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The Watcher

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E had watched from the rooftops.

As the gunslinger had made his way into town.

As the guarded farmers sowed their seeds.

As the Rhydin Defense League hauled the dragon in for slaughter.

As wanderers came and went. But mostly came and seldom went.

E did as she pleased. E would come and go if she so wished. And so she did. But a feline slink lead to a kittenish curiosity. Gunfights. Oh how she loved gunfights. Could she afford to be pulled away for such an indulgent endeavor? If not for the bright spots in life, what else was there to live for? And maybe for once she could shoot something other than the walking dead. The shark like grin was far too wide and much too pleased for a new arrival but she muted it not, despite the odd looks given to the uncharacteristic ray of sunshine about to grace Dust Town with her presence.

In retrospect she was doing herself no favors by not blending in better. After all, nothing was more suspicious than happiness in such a dark dank place. But E did as she pleased and E would continue that trend until her ability to do so was ripped from her cold dead fingers.
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There was little to report in the way of progress. The minor dalliance in the so called armed sport was a fleeting fancy that perked her interest only on occasion. The people though. They brought her back. Coming and going had been harder than she had anticipated which made her trips into Dust Town few and far between. Between that and the time spent above, she knew she had to make the most of her time within the confines of the fortified fortress.

Observing.

Collecting.

It was slow going, sure. But the more she watched, the more she learned. Idiosyncrasies were amassed for assimilation and the harsh unnatural smile on sculpted lips became less stiff and more fluid, molding to situations as needed. Something strange was afoot within this dystopian society and some near human part of her was determined to sort out just what that might be. Certainly it would prove to be her salvation. Or it may very well be her unraveling. She'd come for more than salvaging opportunities, more than a case study in human behavior, more than easy pickings.

Yes.

Whatever she was looking for had to be here.

That much she was certain on and so the watching became searching, no longer a passive observer treading in a sea of despair, it was time for more.
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