Or perhaps the first signs of age on her face, hints of wrinkles and dimples.
She was a Fixer and good enough to grow old.
Fear the old master in the work where people die young, for there has to be a reason he could grow old.
It had been over two years since anyone heard from that one. Even now after more than five years, there was no sign of her.
Well, here's the date, five years before canon, more than enough time to meet Angelica for all the people who despaired at not voting for her, why, with a little luck we'll meet her just as she retires to live with her husband and child!
And she was looking right at you.
*Blush like a young maiden in love*
And like the world's greatest idiot, you followed her.
Come here! Come! We are here to see the new contestant for gaining a Darwin award!
You knew you could not hide from her, but that did not help; something alien drove you forward, something you never felt before. You wanted more of this sensation, this intensity. Not the thrill of certain death, but the mesmerising clarity. It felt like you could truly see for the very first time.
Man, it's a good thing we never will meet the Blue Star, I get the feeling we would jump in instantly.
"The Snow Society, just an Urban Myth," she explained jovially while cleaning specks of blood off her blade. After sheathing it, she scooped up that powder and a few booklets. Her motions were careful yet smooth and she never averted her gaze from her work. "But sometimes it pays to fell a Star before it can ever rise."
I guess she is not against killing her enemies before they even know that they are her ennemies, no wonder people think she's all knowing if she regularly pull this kind of things.
You later learned that the Snow Society was a newly formed Syndicate trying to rival Enkephalin with a new, highly addictive wonder drug that boosted all bodily aspects beyond the base human peak.
Man, seven years before it happens and she is already prepping for the Library, that's some foreknowledge alright.
A scrap of cloth, not even large enough to cover both of your hands. It has no special properties, you do not know who it is from.
No special properties, right, also, I have a bridge to sell you.
[x] Purple
I am nothing if not consistent, and am the kind of guy who will make specialists everytime I can, I follow the ancient saying of being the man who trained one kick ten thousand times over being the guy who trained ten thousand kicks one time.