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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">After Emmy's curt response, Idris fell silent, a sharpness in her eyes that wasn't to be explained. A muscle in her jaw ticked, but she kept her thoughts to herself - after all, Emmy had been through enough. Idris' frustration would only add to the plethora of problems the girl faced and after suffering so many losses herself, she didn't feel the need to continue conversation. Instead, she awaited for the others to enter the Operation Room. She moved then, taking a seat in the far of the room, where she would be able to observe everyone and everything. Truth be told, Idris had always told herself she would return to the Cabal, but... she hadn't been so sure when she'd gotten the video transmission from Emmy. She'd hesitated, as if going back had been more of a struggle than she'd imagined. <br/>
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The woman had told herself that she wouldn't return until she'd found Mother's killer. Idris never failed. She never faltered. But she had failed in that mission indeed. Dead end after dead end after another, all leading her down a worm hole of the world's most depraved humans. In her time away, she had fought against serial killers, against sex traffickers and drug smugglers... She'd gone against the Baraka Cartel in Italy and succeeded, she'd destroyed an empire of illegal weapons smugglers in a single night... Yet sitting there in the office chair, her eyes scanning the room as others began to file in, she thought that perhaps facing the family she hadn't known she was afraid to lose was much more daunting. <br/>
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Before long, Idris found herself lost in her thoughts, staring down at the floor as she sat with her legs crossed elegantly. It occurred to her then that she hadn't seen her other elder siblings, Terry and Chris. Of course, Idris had never really been close with anyone - she hadn't allowed herself to be. Still, herself, Terry, and Chris had been the leaders, the eldest siblings that had herded the others of the Cabal with knowledge, with purpose, with a guiding hand. The three of them were highly skilled in hand to hand combat, in weaponry, and even in their own abilities. Idris had always proved the more chaotic when it came to abilities, herself being able to control any and all elements that she came in contact with. After she'd been brought to the Cabal by Mother, after her own father had shunned her because of his love for the military being greater than his love for her and her mother had ended up dead, living the life of a prostitute in Italy until finally, it had been the death of her. <br/>
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All of the emotions, all of the reasons she'd joined the Cabal in the first place came flooding back like water across a broken damn and perhaps it was then, even if she hadn't heard what Emmy had to show them yet, that the woman decided to stay. Emmy's anger had been irritating, had made her want to lash out, but the truth behind the matter was that she never wanted to see such a look on Emmy's face again. She never wanted to see the disappointment, the hurt, the distrust that had grown between them... Idris no longer had anything else to live for, other than the Cabal and its inhabitants. </span><br/>
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•Idris•<br/>
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