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The necklace I wear all the time doesn't really belong to me even though it has my name on it. It's my mother's. She had it made when I was born to bring her good luck. I like to think it worked until someone stabbed her in the chest with a katana right in front of me. I was five. I still can't remember his face to this day even though we were looking right at each other. The doctors said when I was a kid that my subconscious was trying to protect me...

I'm getting off topic.

Anyways, she survived for about a minute afterward. I did everything I could think of to stop the bleeding but, we both knew what was going to happen next. So she gave it to me for good luck and died.

I don't know why I'm sharing this story with all of you. I'm going to guess it's a virus. I haven't bothered checking the community to know for sure one way or another. I don't really care about it either as long as we don't have to talk about her. She was the only person in the world who could make me truly happy before I met Bruce, Matt, and Candy.

My time with her is my business alone. I expect all of you to respect that even if the community doesn't.

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[Elektra isn't hesitating to get that in her system.]

It's bad enough that I'm actually drinking. I never drink unless I'm with Owen or want to see Dexter drunk.

[She pauses.] It's entertaining. You should try it sometime.

[Neither is him. Cheers~]

Dexter drunk must be...and interesting view. [He gives her a brief smile.]

One of best I've ever seen in my life. [She smiles back.]

What about you? Any friends who can't handle it?

Ariadne was pretty funny when we were affected by that virus...Eames, her and em ended all drunk. I can't remember much of what we did, but it was fun to see her singing karaoke.

[Arthur takes another sip of his drink, thinking.] I think that, at some point, we ended in las Vegas. Or maybe it was San Francisco.

You guys know how to throw a party. Should I be worried?

We were virused. Who knows what we can do the next time....so, maybe.

Here I thought you did that on a normal night. I really was starting to worry what you might get me into.

Our normal nights are usually more crazy. [He didn't had to hide anymore, she knew his lien of work.] Like you have no idea.

[Arthur's glass was empty already, and he asked for another one.]

[Elektra quickly follows in suit, waving for another.] Give me an idea then.

It's hard to explain the real impact of it without showing you. Lest just say that my line of work implies full and free creation. The mind is a particularly amazing place, but it can be rather scary as well.

You need to have a good hold of reality if you don't want to end...[Crazy? Dead? Both were applicable.] ...confused.

You must have a strong mind then. All of you. [She drinks. She wonders just how strong hers is since the community made her admit that particular weakness.]

Years of training. But Ariadne is such a good architect. [he smiles fondly.] Even more than Cobb.

[She smiles playfully.] You're fond of her.

She's a good girl and a recent addiction to the team. A great one.

She used to be a student, right? I remember talking to her when I first joined about it.

She just graduated, the first of her class.

Talented too? You sure know how to pick them.

I didn't pick her. Miles discovered her, he was her teacher. Cobb needed a good architect for an important jog and asked him.

So he picked a student? That's a little unusual.

Is is, but she proved to be a great architect, and exactly what we needed. [Another sip of his drink.] I never asked what do you do for a living.

I help my father manage his business and properties.

And you like it?

It's what I've been taught to do my whole life. I don't really like or dislike it.

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