STARTER. Marion!
He could always tell when someone was new to the library- they took one look at the scruffy, leather-clad guy behind the counter, and ran for security. Because obviously this is the first place a hostile VK is gonna overthrow... The public library. At 10am on a Wednesday. Today’s horrified Auradon citizen is a 75 year old woman and her disdainfully pouting grandchildren, who clearly have inherited all of their grandmother’s prejudices. Sure enough, as he’s reshelving in the junior lit section, a wither little claw points accusingly in his direction, and the security guard heaves a visibly done sigh.
“Every frickin’ day, I swear.” He’d by now gotten used to it, but when he was still a new hire, he’d gone out of his way to accomodate people like her- he’d cut his hair, shaved, and banished all of his Isle clothing to the back of the closet. But no matter how he tried to change for them, he was still looked down upon, just like every other VK in the city. So he had grown his hair back out, threw out his razor, and burned every fucking pastel polo shirt he had misguidedly purchased.
“I’m not plotting a crime, I just work here. Why would I wear a nametag to commit evil library deeds?” Which of course sets the old lady off, and she storms off ranting about managers and her family’s connections.