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starter for @thoughtchaos (Eve)
Becca looked up from her pile of books and notes as someone approached her table and she vaguely registered they had probably asked if the seat across from her was taken. Huh? Oh uh..n-no go ahead...sorry. Lemme just... She moved a few books over and put her notebook away. Sorry is that...do you have enough room?
minimally plotted starter for @thoughtchaos
Two years...at least here it had been two years. Turns out time doesn't work the same way on every planet but...that wasn't the point right now. The point was she was back, and things were...tense. She was different now. Physically she looked different. Tan skin, she had a slightly more muscular build. Becca wasn't the same. Her green hair held back with a crown like headband...and a dagger on a belt at each hip.
There was a sense of erratic worry under her skin, she knew something was coming, something that would change everything...but right now all she cared about, was seeing her friend...so when she called out her voice sounded foreign to her own ears saying a name she hadn't spoken in far too long. ...Wanda?
It felt more like an ambush than a briefing, his brows already knotted long before he got to the room. It had been stuck that way since he got the call from Crawford. The problem was it was an agonizingly crystalline attempt, one that Will could see through almost immediately. His irritation had little to do with her personally, mostly the situation, and the way it was all terribly inconvenient for him.
Will resigns himself to his fate because if there was ever an unmovably stubborn force, it existed in the six-foot intransigent stature of the head of the bureau. He was in no position to refuse because he wasn’t really being given any choice. In this particular case, he was assigned a partner, an affront Will had already made known, rebuked by a gruff and unimpressed Crawford. The message was clear– do his job, do not create problems where they needed none. So, Will finds himself in the room with Miss Price, besieged with the nuisance of the situation. He doesn’t smile, nor does he offer her a hand, sinking into his seat as his file of papers is dropped before him on the table, gaze remarkably capricious.
“Hopefully, I didn’t keep you waiting too long. Traffic was horrible on the way in. Sorry I am late.” He is making efforts, at least. / @thoughtchaos
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