"Mum! Can you cook something? I'm starved! I wouldn't be asking you but I have no money and lost it all on a stupid, biased bet! I know I shouldn't be betting but I could've won a new sword! I really need one because Mr. Finch won't sharpen my other katana and I asked him and pleaded but he said that those types of things are "too dangerous" for pretty girls like me and that at my age I shouldn't even own one and-"
Evey cut off an overly energetic Vivienne. "Child, slow down. Goodness gracious, what do they feed teenagers these days at all those fast food markets?!" Vivienne only smirked at the comment, trying not to laugh otherwise she'd snort her soda up her nose.
"Um, poison, vinegar, potassium, and nitroglycerin." Vivienne stated sarcastically. She was very much like her father. Sarcastic, loved to beat up the old armor, and recite lines off of her own favorite sword fighting move. Pirates of the Caribbean. Of course, she fell for jack sparrow and wouldn't stop raving his lines every time he said one. She'd even try and get her of all people to spar with her while they battled infamously on the wheel. You could say she was a fan girl. Plain loony over him.
"I feel like they're sneaking in an energy booster." Evey retorted with a snort. She grabbed a rib and popped it into the microwave. "Should take about five minutes Vivi."
"UGH but that's too LONG! I need something right now. Can I borrow two dollars to grab a quick meal?" Vivienne whined ambitiously. Evey sighed. She couldn't keep up with her fast paced daughter. She had all of V's energy, and drained her of her own and the fact that it was downright impossible to keep her from using weapons like her father and for Vivienne to not get in trouble was in fact proving problematic.
"Child, you need real food to feed that fire for a metabolism under control. The rib is from the fancy restaurant you like to eat from but bother to never show up to." Vivienne groaned under her breath. She didn't want to eat from home. She needed to get back to sparring with her pupils.
At age 8, she had "secretly" joined a group of people who mastered in the arts of samurai and ninja related to the Japanese culture of the feudal era. It wasn't long before Mum found out and came storming up to Master Kiyaenne. She explained to her that it would be incredibly good for Vivienne to learn a form of self-defense, and that she was excelling so quickly that she might have to join a group intended for skilled young adults.
"Child, I'm not going to throw money into a hole with a raccoon like you shoving it into a place for someone else to steal on bets and other things that happen to you on a daily crisis." Evey glared at Vivienne. Her daughter was constantly back talking her, and she needed to respect her judgments on things.
"All right…" She sighed in defeat. Vivienne hurried over to her father's old weapons cache, grabbing a few throwing knives and her own sword she managed to buy at a place selling weapons for "display only". It was almost like she had a sixth sense. She could fix almost anything given to her and could create fireworks from things you'd usually find in a trashcan. Fixing the sword wasn't actually as hard as the store owner made it to be.
Practice will be starting soon and I need to learn to throw knifes from above and behind me. Vivienne grunted as she hoisted all the weapons she had gotten onto her shoulder, creating a pain in her lower back.
Evey placed a kiss on her forehead, letting the black mass of energy stealthily exit to make her way through the night. All she needed right now was a girl who seemed to be high on something constantly to get in her way while she made more preparations for her daughter's 15th birthday.
Evey and Finch were planning on buying her a few extra things to decorate her room and invite her friends over. Vivienne wouldn't want a big party and a frilly dress while guys gawk at her. Evey giggled at the thought of her daughter being chased by a bunch of boys around her age, all of them wanting her to date them. Right when she was about to pick up her cell, it rang. Mr. Finch was calling her. "Odd" Evey though aloud, somewhat confused.
"Hello Erik. Are you calling about?-" "No not this time Evey." "Then what is it?" Evey was beginning to worry on all the reasons why Erik would want to call her other than planning anything. Norsefire? Her daughter taken hostage? A bomb? "Evey? Are you alright?" "Sorry Erik I was just thinking." "Okay, but if anything's wrong-" "I know Erik, just continue." Mr. Finch sighed. Evey always bottled up what was inside. "We went to take out the last of the Parliament rubble out, and looked for…his remains. But all we found were…ashes and remains of the bombs. The Ashes were confirmed to be remains of his Scarlet Carsons. We didn't even find a Fawkes mask Evey."