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𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 , fantastic mr. fox ╱ by sol ( she/her ) for waltrp .

Agnes is someone who cares so much. She's never been afraid to use her voice for those who don't have one. She's willing to throw herself into dangerous situations in the name of good ... but isn't tiring caring so much? What keeps her motivated to make Elias better?

it does get tiring for her. there are a lot of moments where agnes would hit roadblocks after roadblocks, and that would be demoralising for her. honestly, last year when agnes confronted the council and didn't get the answer she wanted, she was so close to giving up.

but agnes also knows that this is how movements die. sometimes being part of change means moving one step forward, but the system wouldn't follow suit, sometimes it will even take steps back, and the only thing a person could is just keep pushing and hoping something could change.

i think the fact that agnes being too young to remember or know what happened in the war also contributed to her fighting spirit, because she didn't know how harrowing these wars could get—so she still had the fighting spirit within her.

despite being tired sometimes, agnes gets motivated when she sees people joining the cause and fighting alongside her. even if she's not seeing direct results, seeing people change hearts and help her is just as motivating for her.

#answered.

what personal wound has shaped you the most, even if you won't admit it?

"i've been thinking about my parents for the past few months, not that i have much to think about when it came to them. i barely have any memories of them, only that i've been trying to survive on my own since i was young. i suppose that's why i'm so passionate about elias and the people in it. as much as i see bad things all around me, i also see good things too. i've lived off of the kindness of the community and what the land provided me with. sometimes, it would involve me scurrying and hoping i wouldn't get caught, but i know there were people who were helping me one way or another. so, i guess that wound shaped me, motivates me to do what i do."

#answered.

where do you see yourself in 2/5/10 years?

"i hope i'm still in elias two to ten years from now. it's been my home, and i don't see myself leaving. i want to see elias change though, and maybe i can be part of the group that brings forth such a thing. i'm not sure what my role could be yet, but i have a knack to be nosey, so i'll nose my way into something—investigating, rallying people, knocking on the council's doors. anything."

#answered.

get your answers

#waltmeme #waltmemeevent

violetheroism

the question gave her pause. she puffed out her cheeks and blew out some air as she thought. "um…i wanna say…no. metroville was nice, but growing up there was weird…" violet shook her head. "it feels like i should go back. to help make it better. someone's got to. that's…kinda the realest answer i can give right now," violet admitted with a shrug.

one of the reasons for metroville's not-niceness was the need for secrets. and here she was, persisting with the same old one with a new friend. a friend she considered close. a close friend she could trust. not just with a party trick, or as a passing 'hey look what i can do', like she did with others, but the truth and emotions that came with it too…

violet looked at the people around them, then down at her hands.

…she thought over her options as agnes asked her next questions. and when she spoke again, it was with a renewed vigour:

"i don't know if they're leaving it out on purpose. i felt more like a case of me not knowing what i'm even looking for. i have no precedent for magical things, so i didn't know where to start," she sighed. "but…that being said…the council is definitely spread way too thin. i think things are happening that they didn't even think could happen. they're not prepared."

she'd gained so much momentum with her speech that when agnes didn't rally right back as she expected, violet had to reign herself in too. she took a moment to slow her breathing. "i'm all right, i promise." she searched agnes' face, seeing the concern suddenly appear there, and she felt even more lucky to have become her friend.

"...okay, look…i'm definitely hearing your secret. because i'm guessing you have one," she whispered, with a small smile. "but just to get it out there...the thing i spoke about with jasper, i'm pretty sure i was kidnapped over christmas — i'm fine!!" she quickly added. "i got back all in one piece, but it was a magical christmas monster kidnapping thing. and i've just been...recovering. sometimes when i slow down i feel like it all catches up to me. but i'm okay."

1nquirer

agnes held herself back from responding immediately. she had a habit of running her mouth, but after the years, she's learnt that there was wisdom in staying quiet and processing information rather than reacting. there was something noble in violet wanting to go back to metroville and agnes should've seen this coming. it would be selfish of agnes to force violet to stay. imagine someone trying to convince agnes to not go back to elias. if anything, agnes should be happy that violet was selfless and really considered the community in her home.

"that sounds like a plan." agnes had to wince over how melancholy seeped through in her reply.

"not prepared, stretched thin." she waved her hand. "either way, sounds like they need to listen more to the people. we have people who have experience with magic and they should know what to do. the council just need to listen."

she needed another self-reminder to breathe in and out to stop her blood from boiling.

but at violet's admittance that she was kidnapped over christmas, agnes' desire to share her secret, about the voice of elias, that all went out of the door.

"what do you mean you got kidnapped?" she had to keep her voice level, knowing that they were still in the library. what kind of a friend was agnes that she didn't know about this? "violet, that is... awful. did you... well, did you seek help about this? it must be traumatising. what did the monster want with you? and this was the same monster responsible for the missing people too?"

#agnes is that blinking man gif!!!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS FINE #threads.#violetheroism

locknteagues

Logan let out a quiet huff through his nose that almost resembled a laugh at her first comment. “I am surprised,” he admitted plainly. “Most people don’t come down to the Underland to ask emotionally vulnerable questions. Usually they’re threatening me, lying to me, or trying to sell me something illegal.” His cigarette glowed faintly between his fingers as his gaze drifted back over the casino floor below them.

“Orion liked chaos because it made people easier to control,” Logan said after a moment. “Hard to notice someone’s stealing from you when everything’s already on fire.” His tone stayed detached, observational more than emotional. “He thought fear made him untouchable.” A shrug lifted one shoulder lazily. “Mostly it just made everyone hate him.”

The music below thumped steadily beneath their feet while Logan watched one of the dealers laugh about something with a cocktail waitress near the roulette tables. Small things. Tiny shifts in atmosphere he’d started noticing more lately. “You say that like I’m trying to save the place,” he remarked dryly. Snake Eyes was still a casino in the Underland. Deals still happened here. Criminals still filtered through its doors every night looking for money, leverage, distractions, somewhere to disappear for a few hours.

Logan knew exactly what kind of place he was running. “I just don’t see the point in making people miserable for fun,” he admitted after a pause. “Fear keeps people obedient for a while. Then eventually they either turn on you or stop caring if they survive. I'm not hero. I'm not interested in being one either. I'm just trying to survive and I need employees to do that."

1nquirer

never did agnes imagine she would feel empathy towards someone from underland. it just reminded agnes it was unfair for her to make snap judgements like that. not everyone from underland was evil or was on board with what hades and the hell barons were doing. "that's -" agnes couldn't even muster a sarcastic comment.

"you're absolutely right, though." she was glad that the topic of the conversation shifted a little. "chaos, fear, anger. you're right it made people hate him and look where that got him." but agnes also considered... weren't there people would also used hate as a form of control? agnes could only hope that she wouldn't be controlled by any of these things.

logan's statement made agnes pause that all she could do was tilt her head. "are you not trying to save the place?" she asked point blank. if she were to think about it, logan did have a point. could snake eyes even be saved, considering how deep the operations have run for the past few years? as much as logan could make changes, it wasn't like he could truly transform and renew the place. when something is rotten, can you truly save it? can you reverse what happened and undo its rottenness?

"well, what do you even plan on doing with the place?"

#threads.#locknteagues

sharpestbow

Location: Floyd's Panel Paradise Status: CLOSED (@1nquirer) Song: Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Kate had not meant to spend this long inside Floyd’s Panel Paradise. She had walked in with a clear objective. Buy one comic and leave. Maybe browse for five minutes.

Instead, she was twenty-eight minutes deep, holding three different graphic novels, had somehow ended up in a conversation with herself about alternate universe continuity, and was beginning to suspect she’d never financially recover.

The shop smelled like paper and plastic packaging and the weirdly comforting scent every comic store seemed to have.

Shelves stretched around them stacked with graphic novels, collectible figures, brightly colored covers, and enough niche merchandise to convince anyone they needed hobbies they didn’t currently have.

Kate wandered down one aisle before stopping abruptly. Her eyes narrowed. She pulled something off the shelf. Turned and held it up to show the other.

“Agnes.” Her tone was completely serious. “…Explain this to me.” She walked back over holding an absurdly expensive limited edition figurine. “Because this thing costs enough money that I’m expecting it to also do my taxes.”

Kate looked at the price tag again only to then look back at Agnes. “Who is buying this?” A curated moment passed between them.

The raven-haired woman's expression shifted. “…Actually don’t answer that.” She pointed at herself. “I know exactly who’s buying this.” She sighed dramatically and put it back with visible restraint.

Then she glanced at Agnes and smiled. The easier kind. The one that showed up when she wasn’t performing for anybody. “You ever realize comic shops have a weird time-warp effect?” She looked around. “Like I walk in and suddenly I’m twelve again.” Her eyes drifted over the shelves. “Everything feels important.”

“…Which sounds dramatic for someone standing next to a life-size cardboard cutout.” She looked back over at Agnes.

She nudged her shoulder lightly against hers. Then pointed further into the store. “Okay.” A decision was made in her mind. “You get one recommendation.” She held up one finger for emphasis. “One.” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“And I reserve the right to complain if it emotionally damages me.”

1nquirer

what does it say about agnes that her first instinct when she stepped into the comic book store was to revert back to her old self and ... steal? not in that way, but in a way where she'd grab a single issue and find a corner at the back of the store and read through it quickly. and she'd do it almost everyday, grabbing at least 10 issues. it wasn't like little agnes had monthly allowance that she could spend on these single issues. (who priced them anyway?)

she was so close to doing the same thing, considering how she just started a new job and it would take some time for her to get disposable income again. no one would know, right? agnes could be sneaky when she wants.

it's fine. agnes will peruse the single issues, look at the cover, and leave it at that. she'll just remain in curiosity. she doubted feigning ignorance and claiming 'i didn't know it wasn't free' would work when she's an adult.

"i feel you. i have lots of memories from this place," agnes agreed, turning around to take in the store. "it's very nostalgic."

but the challenge piqued agnes' interest. she raised her eyebrows. "and i can recommend anything? anything i want?"

#this is great thank you!!#threads.#sharpestbow

clawthorncs

king blinked once at the sudden voice, shoulders tensing on instinct before he turned toward her..for a second, he just stared. then he pointed at her with the coffee cup like she had personally interrupted his dramatic monologue to the heavens. "thank you," he said gravely. "like finally someone who understands that dentistry is a stable and respectable career path." another distant rumble of thunder rolled through the city. he narrowed his eyes upward immediately. "keep laughing, coward."

only then did he seem to fully register agnes standing there beneath the flickering convenience store lights. she looked warm compared to him somehow..grounded in a way he currently was not. at her question, though, something in his expression shifted. the humor faltered around the edges.

"uh." he rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, gaze drifting somewhere over her shoulder toward the rain-slick street. "define okay?" his laugh came out thin and tired. "because physically? fantastic. i only got chased by one feral dog this month, which honestly feels like growth." he lifted his coffee slightly "emotionally? spiritually? cosmically?"

"i think i got scammed by a prophecy."

1nquirer

agnes had never seen king in a state like this. whatever it was that happened must've really broken him, and it made agnes feel horrible that her first instinct was to find out what happened in the first place. however, agnes also knew the importance of knowing there is a time and place for everything. it might not be a good idea to prod for information when someone was this vulnerable and tired.

"a feral dog? that sounds terrible," she extended her empathy. even without king describing his mental and emotional state, agnes could tell he went through a lot.

"a prophecy?" she asked genuinely. oh, if someone were to ask her opinion about prophecies... she wouldn't shut up about it. she was aware how a lot of people placed an importance in them, but agnes was also a believer that you shape your own destiny—prophecy and all. "what did the prophecy do to you?"

#threads.#clawthroncs

locknteagues

Logan looked at her for a second like he was trying to decide if the question was genuine. That alone already made this conversation stranger than most he had in Snake Eyes. People usually came to him wanting something now. Territory access. Information. Protection. Money. Threats disguised as negotiations. The list could go on. Nobody really stopped by the Underland to ask a man running a casino built on crime how he was feeling.

Agnes had apparently decided to be the first. “Huh,” he muttered softly, cigarette balanced between his fingers. “That’s… weirdly nice.” His gaze drifted back over the casino floor below them, lights reflecting faintly in his eyes as he leaned more of his weight against the railing.

“I’m alright,” he answered after a moment. “Busy. Turns out running a place like this involves significantly more spreadsheets than I thought.” A pause. “Little disappointing honestly. I was promised dramatic criminal empire vibes.”

“People aren’t constantly looking over their shoulders waiting for him to snap anymore. Makes management easier.” His mouth twitched faintly, though the expression never fully became a smile. “Funny what productivity improves when employees aren’t psychologically tortured for sport.”

1nquirer

"you sound so surprised." she tried her best to stop the statement from sounding too much like a question. she understood where he was coming from. being nice in the underland is unheard of.

she tried changing the subject. "spreadsheets, huh?" agnes grinned. "i cannot imagine orion sitting down with spreadsheets." but those spreadsheets... agnes wondered if there were gaps in them, and if there were, what can she do about it? she made a mental note to ask logan about it someday. not today. "perhaps, the dramatic criminal empire was never a part of this, only something that exists because of orion and his desire for power."

the way logan was talking about the employees gave agnes confidence. there was chance that snake eyes could become a legitimate place of business—instead of some stupid place where horrifying deals are made in.

"definitely," agnes said. "they appreciate that their new boss is actually looking out for their wellbeing. i don't understand why people down here employ fear as their motivation tactic when we wall know camaraderie works better." she clenched and unclenched her fists. "you're at a position to make a change here. you shouldn't throw that away."

#threads.#locknteagues

fangedchaos

nimona had planned on spending their afternoon sketching in the botanical gardens - the weather was perfect for it, sunny and warm with the slightest breeze. they'd tossed their sketchbook into their messenger bag with a handful of various art supplies - pens, markers, pencils of different colors - and set out after lunch. unfortunately things don't always go to plan and after an hour and change of mostly erasing things, they'd given up their own artistic endeavors in favor of observing the artistic endeavors of others... which is how they found themself here, at the art museum.

they stood facing one of the paintings, their eyes flitting from object to person to landscape. a soft hum left their lips and they leaned sideways a little - just enough to sliiiightly invade the personal space of the person standing closest to them; enough to catch their attention without touching them. "do you ever wonder what they're thinking?" nimona asked, eyes still focused on the painting in front of them. "the people in the paintings, i mean."

1nquirer

milo was a nice boss, too nice sometimes that agnes couldn't help but feel guilty that she had time roaming the museum. the only way agnes could justify this was by telling herself that she was actually making sure people respected the artefacts and paintings and sculptures—making sure they're treating the museum as a sacred ground.

however, agnes still got absorbed into the pieces she claimed she was guarding. she stared at them too long, think about them too long. the museum does that to a person.

she heard the person speaking next to her and agnes turned slowly, pondering upon the question. "the people in the paintings? not the people who made the paintings?" agnes clarified. she hummed as considered her answer. "sometimes. in my line of work, what we do is fill in the blanks." just because she was an assistant, it didn't mean her true passion of journalism should be left behind. "we think about stories and about people." a soft chuckle.

"sorry, that's a roundabout way to answer your question. but yes, i do wonder what they're thinking. in this one, i wonder if they're thinking about the sunny weather and the food and the company. what do you think?"

#threads.#fangedchaos

clawthorncs

it had been 3 months since he had left elias, all thanks to a dream and an annoying pull. in hindsight, he should have taken that as a red flag, but him being who he is...that was not the case. normal people ignored ominous prophetic visions, maybe even told a trusted adult or friend, but normal people did not wake up at three in the morning, stare dramatically out a rain-covered window, and decide, you know what? maybe i should follow the horrifying celestial omen into the wilderness. unfortunately, king had never once been accused of being normal. he didn’t even know what “normal was”

so he left.

for three straight months, he chased the possibility of another titan across dead coastlines, abandoned towns, forests that hummed too loudly at night, and at least one cave that absolutely contained ghosts… or bats…could be both. he slept in places that probably violated several health codes and survived almost entirely on gas station coffee and spite, and so he kept following the voice in this dream that kept insisting he was close.

spoiler alert: he was not close...at all.

there had been no hidden titan waiting for him at the end of the journey. no long-lost family reunion. no ancient revelation. just some weird symbols carved into walls, increasingly threatening nightmares, and one old fisherman who threw a shoe at him after he accidentally might have sleepwalked onto his boat..rude.

by the time he stumbled back into elias sometime past midnight, exhausted and damp and carrying a backpack full of useless notes that now felt personally offensive, he had reached one very important conclusion: the universe was a comedian…and very very mean.rain drizzled lazily over the city as he stood outside a twenty-four hour convenience store looking like every cryptid warning poster rolled into one. curls now, flattened beneath his hood, boots caked in mud, and there was a concerning amount of glittering dust still clinging to one sleeve from an incident he had decided not to unpack emotionally. the automatic doors slid open behind him as he walked out.

“just so we’re clear,” he informed the universe with one fist lifted up towards the sky, “if i ever get more prophetic dream, i’m becoming a dentist.” lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, causing him to almost drop the coffee he was holding “heyyy! don’t you dare start with me.”

1nquirer

being out in the middle of the night was never a good idea. however, the world reveals itself in a different way after the sun goes down and when everyone is asleep. it was like the world was more honest about itself. sadly, these truths would vary between good and bad and in between. it was important to keep yourself safe.

the 24-hour convenience store used to be scary for agnes, when she would visit it at night. now, between the silence and the darkness, there was a sense of calm in the midst of the busy-ness elias had become embroiled in. but agnes couldn't say the same when she stepped outside.

the person was yelling, clearly he had a vendetta against the universe (and who doesn't really?). it took her a few seconds to realise that it was a familiar face. at the thunder and lightning, agnes jumped slightly in shock—but she quickly composed herself again.

"being a dentist is good if you want to make a lot of money," she said, making her presence known. "i don't see you as a dentist, though." a click of the tongue. "you seem... riled up. you okay?"

#threads.#clawthroncs

skellingtonisms

#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. jasper skellington location: gideon's bakehouse stall status: 0/4

there were a variety of reasons as to why gideon's bakehouse was jasper's favorite place in all of elias. the macabre decor made it feel like he had been transported back to hallow falls. each spider web, skeleton, and crow reminded him of home. it made him long to return. with orion gone, he now had the chance to do so. gideon himself was a treat, it wasn't often that jasper conversed with ghosts. at least, he hadn't found the time to do so in elias. ghosts would always find him but when you're the pumpkin king supernatural happenings were just part of daily life. gideon was full of so much joy. jasper could listen to his stories for hours. but if the skeleton had to pick what he loved most about the bakehouse, it would be their outrageously large cookies. the special this month was the peanut butter chocolate swirl with the tagline 'two lovers intertwined.' call him sentimental, but ever since his engagement, little things like this always perked jasper up. it felt like a little nod from the universe. as he waited for his order, the skeleton took the time to look through the various pins and prints the shop had to offer. "how peculiar," he mumbled to himself. "i didn't expect them to join the mystery bag craze. what would i even do with a tiny backpack?" surely all his belongings couldn't fit in that. even his most tiny, prized possessions. "Barnabas Mephistophelittle is rather adorable ... between him Signore Pipistrello, Mourning Joe, Stuart Valencia, Bonnie Brae, and Butterscotch which one do you hope to get?"

1nquirer

it had been a while since agnes have been back at gideon's. it's a fun place and agnes had enjoyed it when she visited. however, after she wrote a fluff piece on the bakehouse that got axed by the editorial team (they didn't like agnes writing extensively about the owner), agnes didn't dare step foot back there. she didn't want to disappoint gideon after all.

but she couldn't avoid the place forever, and with her no longer being at the elias chronicle, she was more than happy to divulge the information on what truly happened with that article.

only, she didn't expect to see jasper skellington of all people. she still felt awkward with him. did he know when she confronted the council that one fateful day, her life would change?

"butterscotch sounds like the safest bet." agnes hummed. "to be honest, i don't really like these mystery bags. i get why they have to do it, but ... it's not my cup of tea."

#threads.#skellingtonisms

locknteagues

Logan took another drag before exhaling smoke toward the neon haze hanging near the ceiling. His suit jacket was slung over his shoulder rather than worn properly, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark curls slightly damp from the rain outside. The small horns beginning to curl through his hair were more visible tonight beneath the casino lights, though he’d stopped trying to hide them weeks ago.

People stared sometimes. He stared back harder. Movement near the staircase finally pulled his attention away from the floor below. Logan glanced over, expression unreadable at first before one side of his mouth tugged upward faintly.

“Lemme guess,” he said dryly, voice carrying easily over the music. “You’re either here to ask me for a favor, threaten me, or complain about the new management. Hopefully not the third one. I’m really trying to keep morale up around here.”

1nquirer

why was she here, really? it's not like orion was on good terms with her; she couldn't stand the man, but there was an implicit understanding between them that he could help her find out the truth about her parents. by gods, she was about to strike a deal with him. however, with him gone, there was no point. answers slipped through her fingers and agnes kept telling herself that she was mourning that, rather than the death of orion, of all people.

maybe she was better off with him gone. who knew what kind of nasty loopholes he would include in that deal.

nonetheless, snake eyes had fallen into logan's hands, and agnes wondered if there was a way to appeal to this new management. she hoped there was some goodness in him she could appeal to, but if not, she had some new training that she wouldn't mind putting to use.

"not really a favour, just wanted to talk to you." agnes answered. "we've never really spoken in this context — with you owning snake eyes. i want to know how... well, how you're doing."

#threads.#locknteagues #tw death mention #tw death

violetheroism

"but i'll say this about them: at least the politicians here are approachable. back home, it felt like things were done and decided without any input from the people. or maybe that's just how it felt," she added in a murmur. violet scratched the side of her head with her pen. it wasn't as if she was doing anything like this back in metroville. she couldn't even remember the name of the current mayor if she tried. she had all but given up on her home city.

violet let out an exhausted sigh. "...yeaaaahhhh…" she took a beat to put her words together, avoiding agnes' gaze as she thought. "the answer was...helpful. i found out more in one conversation with jasper skellington than i did with researching online, and in the library archives, so there's that. he was as helpful as he could be." she looked back to agnes finally, with a resigned smile.

her mind often wandered whenever she thought about the effects of krampus on her, as if trying to get away from her reality, but she focused on her friend. it was always easier to move forward when there was something to head towards. and right now, that was listening to agnes.

did agnes also get infected by krampus?

"yes," she said, with a firm nod.

1nquirer

politicians were always a problem everywhere. they hand-waved a lot of their mistakes and excused themselves by saying 'you don't know what it's like when you're in the position, you have to make difficult choices'. well, boohoo to those people. they put themselves in that position, they wanted the power, so they had to deal with consequences.

"will you ever go back?" she asked. agnes was getting attached to violet, to the point that agnes dare not consider the possibility of losing her new friend. but people come and go. agnes couldn't demand them to stay because she wanted to. that's what agnes told herself, especially when it came to her parents.

agnes' widened at violet's answer. it was good that violet found her answers... "wait, what do you mean? so you're saying there's a lot of things that they leave out of the archives? are they hiding secrets?"

but agnes reigned herself back as she noticed some slight shift to violet's demeanour. "are you okay?"

suddenly, telling violet aboutbeing fired from a job seemed non-urgent and... silly.

#threads.#violetheroism #did agnes get infected by krampus...#worse... she got fired 😂

chessmorrigan

sweet or bitter? bitter or sweet? it had been a long time since chess had dabbled in anything as simple as human food, but for some reason living as a cat in the grotto had him navigating being fed as such. kibble here, pate there. treats that were always soft, but never sweet. savory treats, when you were a cat – it was strange. these things were neither bitter nor sweet. chess wasn’t sure how to explain that train of thought either, so he shrugged. “I am willing to try both,” he said truthfully. chess looked to the coffee cup in his hands, trying to decide what he thought a bitter liquid would taste like before taking a sip. before they could convince themselves not to, chess took a large sip and made a face as the acidic taste hit their tongue. “mm, delicious!” the cat declared. "you drink this all the time?"

1nquirer

for someone who had never tried coffee, agnes was taken aback by the fact that chess just took a large sip. usually people would ease into it, but good for them for taking a big leap. it looked like they enjoyed the drink too.

"i do," agnes said. though, she paused for a second. recalling how she had many warn her that it might not exactly be healthy to consume the amount of coffee she does.

then, it occurred to her that she ought to warn chess. some people couldn't moderate themselves when it comes to coffee. call her hypocritical, but the others should know better than her!

"are you okay?" she asked as she observed chess for other... side effects. "you did drink a lot. the drink affects people..."

#threads.#chessmorrigan

thelostthakkar

closed starter: @1nquirer location: elias museum of history and art

milo smiled softly up at agnes as she walked into his make-shift office which, in reality, was actually more of just a make-shift study. he rarely had anyone in here to discuss things with, let alone colleagues, up until this moment. "agnes, come in!" the excitement on his voice was genuine as he stood from his chair and waved her over, giving a short nod toward the two cups of coffee on the desk . "i got us both a little something, i didn't make it this time so it should be trust worthy." the small chuckle that follows the sentence seems to dull out quicker than he had expected it to, a frown taking it's place as he sits back down. "you know i hate to pry," he pauses, humming. "well, that's not entirely true. my entire job is prying, technically. but you know i don't like to pry on personal stuff, and i'm no good at it." he knows he's lost the original point and attempts to circle back, gently pushing one of the cups towards her. "are you alright? like, really alright? i'm excited to work together, trust me, but i can't help but feel like this isn't just a random change in career path."

1nquirer

there was a reason why agnes never really talked about how she lost her job. she felt embarrassed, frustrated, bamboozled over the whole ordeal. the worst part was she knew what she did wrong. it didn't mean she still couldn't be upset about it... and she knew what she did was the right thing. she didn't regret what happened one bit.

but this was truly a blessing in disguise. now, agnes could be a free agent—less beholden to whatever guidelines or rules or demands elias chronicle has. that also meant new doors could open. she could explore other avenues to find the truth. hence, why she jumped at the opportunity to work with milo. (of course being paid is good too.)

"you do pry a lot. you ask a lot of questions," agnes said in return. "but i ask a lot of questions too, so we can bother each other, i suppose."

how much of what happened should she even divulge? milo seemed genuine in his intent. he didn't give off the impression of someone evil, the opposite actually.

"things did happen. i'm okay. annoyed, but okay." it was as though she was telling herself that. she took the cup and started sipping her drink. her voice was quieter than normal. "it appears that the chronicle and i weren't really seeing eye-to-eye. so they cut off who they thought was causing problems. i won't cause problems here, if that's what you're asking."

#threads.#thelostthakkar

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