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Thoughts?
excuse u i am Very Legion and Very ... well look i belong in the bottom-right corner, ok?
Can confirm, Boros goes way over to the bottom right.
Hey now
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
“aww.” Zia blushed and took her cords gently, holding them as if they’d fall apart. She was very proud and didn’t want anything to happen to them before she had time to show her family. “I’ll work hard to try and live up to that. Thank you for the promotion, it means a lot to me.”
Petra smiled. “You may go about your day as usual, Constable- Actually… Now that I think of it I may have a very special assignment for you. It’s something I would put Nora in charge of, but as she has returned to her maternity leave I’m a bit short-handed when it comes to people I can trust.”
A light gentle gasp escaped her. “A special assignment? My first special assignment!” Zia stood at full attention with a huge smile on and saluted Petra, visibly trying very hard not to wiggle, bounce, or generally shimmy in place. “I would be happy to Commander, delighted. What is it you would need your constable to do?”
“You are free to decline if it does not interest you,” Petra clarified. “The War we fought upon your return may have lasted one day, but its effects on the Tenth were devestating. Many families are displaced, children orphaned, families struggling to find food. As the fiasco barely spilled over into the Ninth I think it’s our duty to share our resources with those in need and I would like to start a… fundraiser? for the people of then Tenth? A drive? I’m not certain what to call it, but I know I need someone trustworthy who isn’t going to squander the funds’ zinos on unrelated expenditures.”
“I’ll also be allocating what funds I’m allowed to your endeavor. The Boros don’t need new uniforms or weapons or what have you when children are starving.” Petra smiled. “You’d have a little team under your belt of course, I wouldn’t want you trying to juggle this alone. Think you’re up for the task?”
Her eyes grew wide and filled with a joyous sparkling. “Commander,” she put a hand on each of her shoulders, “I would LOVE to run a drive for the tenth. I don’t think you understand how much,” she leaned in, “I would love to run a drive for the tenth. Just tell me when you want me to start and I will get my butt out there and get ALL the food.”
“You may start today if you wish my putting together a little task force,” Petra said with a smile. “I believe Maris is the active Shift Captain at the moment. He may have some good recommendations for you on who to put on your squad. I’ll set aside meeting room 3 on the ground level for you to run everything from.”
“And Zia-“ Her hand rested gently on the constable’s shoulder. “It’s alright if you can’t handle this on your own and need to place someone else in charge to run it with you or even if you need to back out. I’m asking you to do something that’s a little out of our experiences.”
“It’s extremely out of my experiences,” she nodded affirmatively. “I’m more likely to run it as a group effort than one person leading a team. I don’t have very good leadership skills yet and I think it would be rude of me to act like I do over people who probably know more. I want to talk to whatever team I have and see who knows what, from there they can teach me and we can work as a unit. No one is going to want to donate to a bunch of people who are arguing or grumpy over someone inexperienced being in charge.” She gave one of her trademark bright smiles, full of hope and determination. “If all else fails I've got you and the Captain to ask for guidance, best leaders I know.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
“aww.” Zia blushed and took her cords gently, holding them as if they’d fall apart. She was very proud and didn’t want anything to happen to them before she had time to show her family. “I’ll work hard to try and live up to that. Thank you for the promotion, it means a lot to me.”
Petra smiled. “You may go about your day as usual, Constable- Actually… Now that I think of it I may have a very special assignment for you. It’s something I would put Nora in charge of, but as she has returned to her maternity leave I’m a bit short-handed when it comes to people I can trust.”
A light gentle gasp escaped her. “A special assignment? My first special assignment!” Zia stood at full attention with a huge smile on and saluted Petra, visibly trying very hard not to wiggle, bounce, or generally shimmy in place. “I would be happy to Commander, delighted. What is it you would need your constable to do?”
“You are free to decline if it does not interest you,” Petra clarified. “The War we fought upon your return may have lasted one day, but its effects on the Tenth were devestating. Many families are displaced, children orphaned, families struggling to find food. As the fiasco barely spilled over into the Ninth I think it’s our duty to share our resources with those in need and I would like to start a… fundraiser? for the people of then Tenth? A drive? I’m not certain what to call it, but I know I need someone trustworthy who isn’t going to squander the funds’ zinos on unrelated expenditures.”
“I’ll also be allocating what funds I’m allowed to your endeavor. The Boros don’t need new uniforms or weapons or what have you when children are starving.” Petra smiled. “You’d have a little team under your belt of course, I wouldn’t want you trying to juggle this alone. Think you’re up for the task?”
Her eyes grew wide and filled with a joyous sparkling. “Commander,” she put a hand on each of her shoulders, “I would LOVE to run a drive for the tenth. I don’t think you understand how much,” she leaned in, “I would love to run a drive for the tenth. Just tell me when you want me to start and I will get my butt out there and get ALL the food.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
“aww.” Zia blushed and took her cords gently, holding them as if they’d fall apart. She was very proud and didn’t want anything to happen to them before she had time to show her family. “I’ll work hard to try and live up to that. Thank you for the promotion, it means a lot to me.”
Petra smiled. “You may go about your day as usual, Constable- Actually… Now that I think of it I may have a very special assignment for you. It’s something I would put Nora in charge of, but as she has returned to her maternity leave I’m a bit short-handed when it comes to people I can trust.”
A light gentle gasp escaped her. “A special assignment? My first special assignment!” Zia stood at full attention with a huge smile on and saluted Petra, visibly trying very hard not to wiggle, bounce, or generally shimmy in place. “I would be happy to Commander, delighted. What is it you would need your constable to do?”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia lightly pushed it closed and perked up. She wasn’t upset at all. “Good morning Commander! Brought you a cupcake from the breakroom, it’s a good was to start your day. Not the healthiest, but good!”
“Thank you very much. Would you care to take a seat? There is much I wish to discuss with you that we could not cover during your moment of return given the events in the Tenth.” Petra paused, mulling something over. “And if you’ll permit me something I hope to confide in you. Though that is best saved for last.”
“Sure.” She slid into a seat on the guest side of Petra’s desk and pushed the cupcake towards her with a dorky little smile.
“Is this about the lightening? If I zapped someone I swear I didn’t mean it.”
“No this is about your new found status as a planeswalker… assuming you are in fact a planeswalker? I suppose it is entirely possible that you just vanished mysteriously for a good long while and suddenly learned teleportation magic on the day that the mess in the Tenth occurred.”
Petra stood and came to sit in the chair next to Zia. “I think I am clever enough to know what happened though. And after the War I’m not certain we need to worry about Aurelia any longer. She seems to have changed for the better. So my question is to you: How do you want to handle this? Do you want it on the books that you’re a planeswalker or should I ‘fudge’ the books to say you were deeply undercover during that time? I’m loathe to punish you over something you couldn’t possibly have controlled.”
“Oh…hmm….” She curled her legs into the chair and hugged them. “That’s a good question. I mean, you’re right I am a walker and I feel alright telling you. It’s something that’s really new to me…I don’t know that I’m ready for everyone to know. I think I’m scared.” She regarded Petra with a distinctly unsettled look. “What if someone like that big dragon wanted to use me for something and I was just on a list somewhere? Easy to pick out. If you can fudge it I think I would prefer it. I’m still trying to figure things out with the walker situation, I have no idea how to defend myself against things of the multiverse nature.”
“A point well made. Undercover it is. I’ll have Nora work with you on a cover story sometime soon.” Petra picked up the cupcake and licked the icing. “I suppose you’ll also need a promotion to constable to go with it, seeing as how long you were successfully undercover.”
Petra smiled. “I was going to give you one anyway before you vanished. You’re a good person, Zia. You have so much faith and hope in others. The Legion needs more people such as yourself.”
All of her limbs went limp and cascaded over the front and sides of her chair like she had been a balled up pack of low tension springs. “A promotion?! REALLY!?” A sound high enough to cause dogs to bark emitted from her, Petra quickly finding herself in a very bouncy screaming hug. “Thank you! OhSweetHolySunsIwasn’tExpectingThisAtAll! WhatDoIdo!? WhatAreMyDutiesNow?” she gasped, “DoIgetToHelpWithMore!?”
Petra frowned slightly as the cupcake went sailing upon impact and hit the desk with a soft splat. It was hard to be mad with Zia so thrilled though. “It’s not huge uptick in your duties, but you will have more say over other officers and how patrols are handled. You’ll also have a few more tasks around the precinct with regards to paperwork. I want to change things around here, Zia, and I think we need pure and just people like you to do it. If you’ll stop bouncing and release me your new uniform cords are in my desk.”
She slid down Petra’s front slightly at the mention of additional paper work, but it would be worth it. It had to be worth it. She had to tell herself it was. “Oh,” she let go and gave a light hearted but joyous laugh, “sorry.” Zia continued to bounce slightly on the balls of her feet, excited for her cords and at the prospect of a possible new uniform. Not that the precinct would give her one she just knew her dad would be excited too. “I don’t know that I’m pure but I promise I’ll at least try my best to help the precinct move forward and change for the better. I’m really happy that you think I can do that and you have that much faith in me.”
Petra smiled and retrieved the cords from her desk, offering them to Zia. “To be fair, you’re very easy to have faith in. Your warm, kind heart inspires all those around you.”
“aww.” Zia blushed and took her cords gently, holding them as if they’d fall apart. She was very proud and didn't want anything to happen to them before she had time to show her family. “I’ll work hard to try and live up to that. Thank you for the promotion, it means a lot to me.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia lightly pushed it closed and perked up. She wasn’t upset at all. “Good morning Commander! Brought you a cupcake from the breakroom, it’s a good was to start your day. Not the healthiest, but good!”
“Thank you very much. Would you care to take a seat? There is much I wish to discuss with you that we could not cover during your moment of return given the events in the Tenth.” Petra paused, mulling something over. “And if you’ll permit me something I hope to confide in you. Though that is best saved for last.”
“Sure.” She slid into a seat on the guest side of Petra’s desk and pushed the cupcake towards her with a dorky little smile.
“Is this about the lightening? If I zapped someone I swear I didn’t mean it.”
“No this is about your new found status as a planeswalker… assuming you are in fact a planeswalker? I suppose it is entirely possible that you just vanished mysteriously for a good long while and suddenly learned teleportation magic on the day that the mess in the Tenth occurred.”
Petra stood and came to sit in the chair next to Zia. “I think I am clever enough to know what happened though. And after the War I’m not certain we need to worry about Aurelia any longer. She seems to have changed for the better. So my question is to you: How do you want to handle this? Do you want it on the books that you’re a planeswalker or should I ‘fudge’ the books to say you were deeply undercover during that time? I’m loathe to punish you over something you couldn’t possibly have controlled.”
“Oh…hmm….” She curled her legs into the chair and hugged them. “That’s a good question. I mean, you’re right I am a walker and I feel alright telling you. It’s something that’s really new to me…I don’t know that I’m ready for everyone to know. I think I’m scared.” She regarded Petra with a distinctly unsettled look. “What if someone like that big dragon wanted to use me for something and I was just on a list somewhere? Easy to pick out. If you can fudge it I think I would prefer it. I’m still trying to figure things out with the walker situation, I have no idea how to defend myself against things of the multiverse nature.”
“A point well made. Undercover it is. I’ll have Nora work with you on a cover story sometime soon.” Petra picked up the cupcake and licked the icing. “I suppose you’ll also need a promotion to constable to go with it, seeing as how long you were successfully undercover.”
Petra smiled. “I was going to give you one anyway before you vanished. You’re a good person, Zia. You have so much faith and hope in others. The Legion needs more people such as yourself.”
All of her limbs went limp and cascaded over the front and sides of her chair like she had been a balled up pack of low tension springs. “A promotion?! REALLY!?” A sound high enough to cause dogs to bark emitted from her, Petra quickly finding herself in a very bouncy screaming hug. “Thank you! OhSweetHolySunsIwasn’tExpectingThisAtAll! WhatDoIdo!? WhatAreMyDutiesNow?” she gasped, “DoIgetToHelpWithMore!?”
Petra frowned slightly as the cupcake went sailing upon impact and hit the desk with a soft splat. It was hard to be mad with Zia so thrilled though. “It’s not huge uptick in your duties, but you will have more say over other officers and how patrols are handled. You’ll also have a few more tasks around the precinct with regards to paperwork. I want to change things around here, Zia, and I think we need pure and just people like you to do it. If you’ll stop bouncing and release me your new uniform cords are in my desk.”
She slid down Petra’s front slightly at the mention of additional paper work, but it would be worth it. It had to be worth it. She had to tell herself it was. “Oh,” she let go and gave a light hearted but joyous laugh, “sorry.” Zia continued to bounce slightly on the balls of her feet, excited for her cords and at the prospect of a possible new uniform. Not that the precinct would give her one she just knew her dad would be excited too. “I don’t know that I’m pure but I promise I’ll at least try my best to help the precinct move forward and change for the better. I’m really happy that you think I can do that and you have that much faith in me.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia lightly pushed it closed and perked up. She wasn’t upset at all. “Good morning Commander! Brought you a cupcake from the breakroom, it’s a good was to start your day. Not the healthiest, but good!”
“Thank you very much. Would you care to take a seat? There is much I wish to discuss with you that we could not cover during your moment of return given the events in the Tenth.” Petra paused, mulling something over. “And if you’ll permit me something I hope to confide in you. Though that is best saved for last.”
“Sure.” She slid into a seat on the guest side of Petra’s desk and pushed the cupcake towards her with a dorky little smile.
“Is this about the lightening? If I zapped someone I swear I didn’t mean it.”
“No this is about your new found status as a planeswalker… assuming you are in fact a planeswalker? I suppose it is entirely possible that you just vanished mysteriously for a good long while and suddenly learned teleportation magic on the day that the mess in the Tenth occurred.”
Petra stood and came to sit in the chair next to Zia. “I think I am clever enough to know what happened though. And after the War I’m not certain we need to worry about Aurelia any longer. She seems to have changed for the better. So my question is to you: How do you want to handle this? Do you want it on the books that you’re a planeswalker or should I ‘fudge’ the books to say you were deeply undercover during that time? I’m loathe to punish you over something you couldn’t possibly have controlled.”
“Oh…hmm….” She curled her legs into the chair and hugged them. “That’s a good question. I mean, you’re right I am a walker and I feel alright telling you. It’s something that’s really new to me…I don’t know that I’m ready for everyone to know. I think I’m scared.” She regarded Petra with a distinctly unsettled look. “What if someone like that big dragon wanted to use me for something and I was just on a list somewhere? Easy to pick out. If you can fudge it I think I would prefer it. I’m still trying to figure things out with the walker situation, I have no idea how to defend myself against things of the multiverse nature.”
“A point well made. Undercover it is. I’ll have Nora work with you on a cover story sometime soon.” Petra picked up the cupcake and licked the icing. “I suppose you’ll also need a promotion to constable to go with it, seeing as how long you were successfully undercover.”
Petra smiled. “I was going to give you one anyway before you vanished. You’re a good person, Zia. You have so much faith and hope in others. The Legion needs more people such as yourself.”
All of her limbs went limp and cascaded over the front and sides of her chair like she had been a balled up pack of low tension springs. “A promotion?! REALLY!?” A sound high enough to cause dogs to bark emitted from her, Petra quickly finding herself in a very bouncy screaming hug. “Thank you! OhSweetHolySunsIwasn’tExpectingThisAtAll! WhatDoIdo!? WhatAreMyDutiesNow?” she gasped, “DoIgetToHelpWithMore!?”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia lightly pushed it closed and perked up. She wasn’t upset at all. “Good morning Commander! Brought you a cupcake from the breakroom, it’s a good was to start your day. Not the healthiest, but good!”
“Thank you very much. Would you care to take a seat? There is much I wish to discuss with you that we could not cover during your moment of return given the events in the Tenth.” Petra paused, mulling something over. “And if you’ll permit me something I hope to confide in you. Though that is best saved for last.”
“Sure.” She slid into a seat on the guest side of Petra’s desk and pushed the cupcake towards her with a dorky little smile.
“Is this about the lightening? If I zapped someone I swear I didn’t mean it.”
“No this is about your new found status as a planeswalker… assuming you are in fact a planeswalker? I suppose it is entirely possible that you just vanished mysteriously for a good long while and suddenly learned teleportation magic on the day that the mess in the Tenth occurred.”
Petra stood and came to sit in the chair next to Zia. “I think I am clever enough to know what happened though. And after the War I’m not certain we need to worry about Aurelia any longer. She seems to have changed for the better. So my question is to you: How do you want to handle this? Do you want it on the books that you’re a planeswalker or should I ‘fudge’ the books to say you were deeply undercover during that time? I’m loathe to punish you over something you couldn’t possibly have controlled.”
“Oh...hmm....” She curled her legs into the chair and hugged them. “That’s a good question. I mean, you’re right I am a walker and I feel alright telling you. It’s something that’s really new to me...I don’t know that I’m ready for everyone to know. I think I’m scared.” She regarded Petra with a distinctly unsettled look. “What if someone like that big dragon wanted to use me for something and I was just on a list somewhere? Easy to pick out. If you can fudge it I think I would prefer it. I’m still trying to figure things out with the walker situation, I have no idea how to defend myself against things of the multiverse nature.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia lightly pushed it closed and perked up. She wasn’t upset at all. “Good morning Commander! Brought you a cupcake from the breakroom, it’s a good was to start your day. Not the healthiest, but good!”
“Thank you very much. Would you care to take a seat? There is much I wish to discuss with you that we could not cover during your moment of return given the events in the Tenth.” Petra paused, mulling something over. “And if you’ll permit me something I hope to confide in you. Though that is best saved for last.”
"Sure." She slid into a seat on the guest side of Petra's desk and pushed the cupcake towards her with a dorky little smile.
"Is this about the lightening? If I zapped someone I swear I didn't mean it."
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia fumbled with a box of muffins and ended up just hugging it to her chest. “Move in!? You…want me in your house? All the time? You’re…you don’t think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
“Annoyed with- Zia, I love you,” Rory said, laughing a little despite her own nerves. “I love your laughter and smile and cheer and energy. You’re so sweet and wonderful and I think living with you would only make me happy not annoyed.”
“I can be a lot to handle sometimes and not everyone is okay with that. I love you too and I want to say yes A LOT, you’re home is nice and it smells like you…it makes me happy to be there…but…are you sure?” She brought the muffin box a bit higher to hide her ever reddening face, “Cause I can be ready in a week.”
“Zia,” she said gently, pushing the box down and giving her a soft kiss, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. We’re both a lot to handle and we’ll handle each other together.”
“Then work is going to be extra long today,” she smiled and rested her forehead against Rory’s. “I have to swing by my storage unit and start cleaning so I can come home to my girlfriends pretty face. Thats something anyone would be excited about.”
“I want to help you with that if you’ll let me. The troupe wrapped up Absolution of the Guildpact while you were missing so I have like nothing to do after work.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Speaking of work I’ve got to head on down to the lab soon.”
“Aww, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. But now that it’s over it just means that maybe I can audition and be in the next one with you.”
She put the half crushed muffins down and gave Rory another kiss, still happy just to be here. “I won’t keep you then, I have a lot to catch up with work myself. I’ll gladly take your help packing after work though and I’ll see you on lunch?”
“Yeah of course! Just come on down to the lab and grab me if I forget to eat again?” Rory stole one last kissed and turned to leave, but paused at the door. “Oh I almost forgot I think Petra was hoping to see you upstairs now that you’re all settled back in.”
“Ah yes, I forget how absorbing body bits can be,” she joked. “I’ll come down and get you either way so we can maybe grab something at the place down the street….and maybe bring Petra something depending if I’m in trouble or not.”
She waved to Rory with a cheerful grin and made her way to Petra’s office with a precautionary cupcake. She knew she was likely fine but it didn’t hurt to be ready.
“Commander?” She knocked.
Petra looked up from her paperwork and her wings gave a happy flap at the sight of Zia. “Come in! Close the door behind you please.”
Zia lightly pushed it closed and perked up. She wasn't upset at all. "Good morning Commander! Brought you a cupcake from the breakroom, it's a good was to start your day. Not the healthiest, but good!"
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia fumbled with a box of muffins and ended up just hugging it to her chest. “Move in!? You…want me in your house? All the time? You’re…you don’t think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
“Annoyed with- Zia, I love you,” Rory said, laughing a little despite her own nerves. “I love your laughter and smile and cheer and energy. You’re so sweet and wonderful and I think living with you would only make me happy not annoyed.”
“I can be a lot to handle sometimes and not everyone is okay with that. I love you too and I want to say yes A LOT, you’re home is nice and it smells like you…it makes me happy to be there…but…are you sure?” She brought the muffin box a bit higher to hide her ever reddening face, “Cause I can be ready in a week.”
“Zia,” she said gently, pushing the box down and giving her a soft kiss, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. We’re both a lot to handle and we’ll handle each other together.”
“Then work is going to be extra long today,” she smiled and rested her forehead against Rory’s. “I have to swing by my storage unit and start cleaning so I can come home to my girlfriends pretty face. Thats something anyone would be excited about.”
“I want to help you with that if you’ll let me. The troupe wrapped up Absolution of the Guildpact while you were missing so I have like nothing to do after work.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Speaking of work I’ve got to head on down to the lab soon.”
“Aww, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. But now that it’s over it just means that maybe I can audition and be in the next one with you.”
She put the half crushed muffins down and gave Rory another kiss, still happy just to be here. “I won’t keep you then, I have a lot to catch up with work myself. I’ll gladly take your help packing after work though and I’ll see you on lunch?”
“Yeah of course! Just come on down to the lab and grab me if I forget to eat again?” Rory stole one last kissed and turned to leave, but paused at the door. “Oh I almost forgot I think Petra was hoping to see you upstairs now that you’re all settled back in.”
"Ah yes, I forget how absorbing body bits can be," she joked. "I'll come down and get you either way so we can maybe grab something at the place down the street....and maybe bring Petra something depending if I'm in trouble or not."
She waved to Rory with a cheerful grin and made her way to Petra's office with a precautionary cupcake. She knew she was likely fine but it didn't hurt to be ready.
"Commander?" She knocked.
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia fumbled with a box of muffins and ended up just hugging it to her chest. “Move in!? You…want me in your house? All the time? You’re…you don’t think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
“Annoyed with- Zia, I love you,” Rory said, laughing a little despite her own nerves. “I love your laughter and smile and cheer and energy. You’re so sweet and wonderful and I think living with you would only make me happy not annoyed.”
“I can be a lot to handle sometimes and not everyone is okay with that. I love you too and I want to say yes A LOT, you’re home is nice and it smells like you…it makes me happy to be there…but…are you sure?” She brought the muffin box a bit higher to hide her ever reddening face, “Cause I can be ready in a week.”
“Zia,” she said gently, pushing the box down and giving her a soft kiss, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. We’re both a lot to handle and we’ll handle each other together.”
“Then work is going to be extra long today,” she smiled and rested her forehead against Rory’s. “I have to swing by my storage unit and start cleaning so I can come home to my girlfriends pretty face. Thats something anyone would be excited about.”
“I want to help you with that if you’ll let me. The troupe wrapped up Absolution of the Guildpact while you were missing so I have like nothing to do after work.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Speaking of work I’ve got to head on down to the lab soon.”
"Aww, I'm sorry I wasn't there. But now that it's over it just means that maybe I can audition and be in the next one with you."
She put the half crushed muffins down and gave Rory another kiss, still happy just to be here. "I won't keep you then, I have a lot to catch up with work myself. I'll gladly take your help packing after work though and I'll see you on lunch?"
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia fumbled with a box of muffins and ended up just hugging it to her chest. “Move in!? You…want me in your house? All the time? You’re…you don’t think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
“Annoyed with- Zia, I love you,” Rory said, laughing a little despite her own nerves. “I love your laughter and smile and cheer and energy. You’re so sweet and wonderful and I think living with you would only make me happy not annoyed.”
“I can be a lot to handle sometimes and not everyone is okay with that. I love you too and I want to say yes A LOT, you’re home is nice and it smells like you…it makes me happy to be there…but…are you sure?” She brought the muffin box a bit higher to hide her ever reddening face, “Cause I can be ready in a week.”
“Zia,” she said gently, pushing the box down and giving her a soft kiss, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. We’re both a lot to handle and we’ll handle each other together.”
“Then work is going to be extra long today,” she smiled and rested her forehead against Rory’s. “I have to swing by my storage unit and start cleaning so I can come home to my girlfriends pretty face. Thats something anyone would be excited about.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
Zia fumbled with a box of muffins and ended up just hugging it to her chest. “Move in!? You…want me in your house? All the time? You’re…you don’t think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
“Annoyed with- Zia, I love you,” Rory said, laughing a little despite her own nerves. “I love your laughter and smile and cheer and energy. You’re so sweet and wonderful and I think living with you would only make me happy not annoyed.”
“I can be a lot to handle sometimes and not everyone is okay with that. I love you too and I want to say yes A LOT, you’re home is nice and it smells like you...it makes me happy to be there...but...are you sure?” She brought the muffin box a bit higher to hide her ever reddening face, “Cause I can be ready in a week.”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
“I am so glad you’re back,” Rory said, holding the door open for her. A wider smile than she’d had in a while crossed her face. “I’m sorry for repeating that so much I just… After what happened with Maris when we were young I was worried I was going to get ghosted for a year again.”
She continued to stick close to Zia, making sure any doors between her and the break room were wide open. These delicious donuts were not touching the floor on her watch. With all this nonsense that had happened recently nothing was getting between her and a delicious custard filled chocolate topped piece of heaven. Nothing.
“It’s okay, I kinda get it. Maris was in a bad place then and he needed some time to become who he is, I was just in a different place. Took me a while but I’m back. Besides,” she chimed while doing her best to shimmy her way through the doors, “who with no other personal issues could leave such a beautiful and charming lady alone to worry? Not this ‘jek.” Bant was somewhere she’d always thought she’d never be able to see and if she were being honest with herself, she nearly cried about being there once the panic of not being on Ravnica had passed. Belthor had been sweet, accommodating, and excited to show her around but to be back home was a feeling of relief she couldn’t quite describe. Plus, who else was going to keep the ninth precinct on a constant sugar high?
Rory’s freckled brown cheeks grew a little darker. “Zia. You’re too sweet honestly. …. Hey, uh, this isn’t maybe the best time to ask, but I was… I have a really important question to ask you. If that’s okay?”
She paused for both and answer and to grab the breakroom door before it closed on them as a tired viashino let it fall behind him.
“Sure! I’m always open to questions, especially if they’re important.” She carefully found a table and put the tower down, beginning to spread out the drinks and treats around the room like a flower girl with a brimming basket of petals.
“Well, and let me stress beforehand it’s completely okay to say no,” Rory said. Her voice was shaking a little and she couldn’t stop fiddling with her long ginger braid. “We’ve been together for a while now and I… I love you very much. And I, well, I know the vernadi isn’t perfect seeing as how it’s technically a Selesnyan annex, but it’s close to the precinct you know? And my house there is nice. And I… I was wondering how you’d feel about maybe moving in with me?”
Zia fumbled with a box of muffins and ended up just hugging it to her chest. “Move in!? You...want me in your house? All the time? You’re...you don’t think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
“I am so glad you’re back,” Rory said, holding the door open for her. A wider smile than she’d had in a while crossed her face. “I’m sorry for repeating that so much I just… After what happened with Maris when we were young I was worried I was going to get ghosted for a year again.”
She continued to stick close to Zia, making sure any doors between her and the break room were wide open. These delicious donuts were not touching the floor on her watch. With all this nonsense that had happened recently nothing was getting between her and a delicious custard filled chocolate topped piece of heaven. Nothing.
“It’s okay, I kinda get it. Maris was in a bad place then and he needed some time to become who he is, I was just in a different place. Took me a while but I’m back. Besides,” she chimed while doing her best to shimmy her way through the doors, “who with no other personal issues could leave such a beautiful and charming lady alone to worry? Not this ‘jek.” Bant was somewhere she’d always thought she’d never be able to see and if she were being honest with herself, she nearly cried about being there once the panic of not being on Ravnica had passed. Belthor had been sweet, accommodating, and excited to show her around but to be back home was a feeling of relief she couldn’t quite describe. Plus, who else was going to keep the ninth precinct on a constant sugar high?
Rory’s freckled brown cheeks grew a little darker. “Zia. You’re too sweet honestly. …. Hey, uh, this isn’t maybe the best time to ask, but I was… I have a really important question to ask you. If that’s okay?”
She paused for both and answer and to grab the breakroom door before it closed on them as a tired viashino let it fall behind him.
“Sure! I’m always open to questions, especially if they’re important.” She carefully found a table and put the tower down, beginning to spread out the drinks and treats around the room like a flower girl with a brimming basket of petals.
For everything that had happened recently the day seemed outwardly peaceful, the precinct quiet beyond it’s usual hushed work chatter over new and old cases alike. It had been just long enough that perhaps a few among the wojek had gotten used to the quiet again, but sadly for those who were enjoying it, a very familiar voice rang out as the precinct door burst open to a pair of legs sticking out from a pile of pastry boxes and coffee trays. “ Good morning, Ravnicaaa~! Every day’s like an open door, every night is a fantasy, every sound’s like a symphonyyyy~”
“I am so glad you’re back,” Rory said, holding the door open for her. A wider smile than she’d had in a while crossed her face. “I’m sorry for repeating that so much I just… After what happened with Maris when we were young I was worried I was going to get ghosted for a year again.”
She continued to stick close to Zia, making sure any doors between her and the break room were wide open. These delicious donuts were not touching the floor on her watch. With all this nonsense that had happened recently nothing was getting between her and a delicious custard filled chocolate topped piece of heaven. Nothing.
“It’s okay, I kinda get it. Maris was in a bad place then and he needed some time to become who he is, I was just in a different place. Took me a while but I’m back. Besides,” she chimed while doing her best to shimmy her way through the doors, “who with no other personal issues could leave such a beautiful and charming lady alone to worry? Not this ‘jek.” Bant was somewhere she’d always thought she’d never be able to see and if she were being honest with herself, she nearly cried about being there once the panic of not being on Ravnica had passed. Belthor had been sweet, accommodating, and excited to show her around but to be back home was a feeling of relief she couldn't quite describe. Plus, who else was going to keep the ninth precinct on a constant sugar high?