Persua Mavva
- Persua
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 1.19 R | “Or Persua, that sallow bitch, tipped them off. Nah, nevermind. Even she doesn’t talk to Goblins.” |
| 1.20 R | *Thankfully. But it seems like this continent’s equivalent to Europe? Europe with hints of globalization, but I’ve been told I’d ‘fit in’ more on another continent. By Persua, predictably. |
| 1.26 R | Persua. Her voice is strident, high-pitched, and makes me long for the whine of a [Fireball] passing by my ears. Especially if it hits her. She gives me a huge smirk. |
| 1.26 R | “Oh, Miss Persua. I didn’t know you were still in the city.” |
| 1.26 R | Persua. A name fit for her. Persua tosses her head impetuously and nods. Her two friends, Claudeil, all sneers and eyes on my chest, and Toriska, who looks straight past me, follow Persua over as if she needs the emotional support at all times. Persua herself is the worst, though, and she smirks as if she’s being clever. |
| 1.26 R | Persua. A name fit for her. Persua tosses her head impetuously and nods. Her two friends, Claudeil, all sneers and eyes on my chest, and Toriska, who looks straight past me, follow Persua over as if she needs the emotional support at all times. Persua herself is the worst, though, and she smirks as if she’s being clever. |
| 1.26 R | Persua. A name fit for her. Persua tosses her head impetuously and nods. Her two friends, Claudeil, all sneers and eyes on my chest, and Toriska, who looks straight past me, follow Persua over as if she needs the emotional support at all times. Persua herself is the worst, though, and she smirks as if she’s being clever. |
| 1.26 R | Persua. A name fit for her. Persua tosses her head impetuously and nods. Her two friends, Claudeil, all sneers and eyes on my chest, and Toriska, who looks straight past me, follow Persua over as if she needs the emotional support at all times. Persua herself is the worst, though, and she smirks as if she’s being clever. |
| 1.26 R | The receptionist frowns at Persua. So does the young man. He brushes at his hair. |
| 1.26 R | “I will? I mean—of course, Persua. That frees it up. Toriska and I will go.” |
| 1.26 R | “I’m going with Persua. You can go—or Miss Ryoka can go, Claudeil. We can trade up!” |
| 1.26 R | I bet I could kick them both in the face from here. However, the [Receptionist] breaks in, trying to mediate…Persua. |
| 1.26 R | Another head toss. I notice some more of Persua’s ‘friends,’ the other Runners—mainly Street Runners who are new or lower on the totem pole—watching me. They always gather around when she appears. I stare at them until they look away. I hate their guts. Too bad Persua doesn’t back down as easily. Doubly too bad is her annoying voice. |
| 1.26 R | Another head toss. I notice some more of Persua’s ‘friends,’ the other Runners—mainly Street Runners who are new or lower on the totem pole—watching me. They always gather around when she appears. I stare at them until they look away. I hate their guts. Too bad Persua doesn’t back down as easily. Doubly too bad is her annoying voice. |
| 1.26 R | Persua looks at the receptionist coldly. But I fill in the gap silently in my mind, probably with everyone else in the Runner’s Guild. |
| 1.26 R | To a slower runner. One of the slowest, in fact. Persua might be a City Runner, but she’s slow. Or lazy. Actually, she’s both. She’s also an idiot, but that’s just my observation. She doesn’t take as many long-distance contracts, and she only delivers light-weight stuff like flowers or letters. |
| 1.26 R | Persua glances at me and then away. Passive-aggressive bitch*. |
| 1.26 R | I hesitate. I should give the request to Persua. Even if she fails it, there’s no skin off my back. In fact, if she gets in trouble for failing the request even better. Although she’ll probably wriggle out of it somehow. |
| 1.26 R | That’s not what Persua wants to hear. She glances at me in irritation. |
| 1.26 R | “If we can’t get it to Magnolia within the hour, the delivery won’t be any good. Can you make the run in time? It will melt, that is what I am told, and the Runner’s Guild will bear the costs of reimbursing Lady Reinhart if it is ruined. I would like it there in forty minutes. Or less. Miss Persua, you have no sprinting Skills while Miss Ryoka is the fastest. Can you do it?” |
| 1.26 R | This time, Persua noticeably swallows, but she glances at her two friends and then nods. |
| 1.26 R | Both the receptionist and I glance at Persua. She’s already sweating, probably from running back to the city to take the request. |
| 1.26 R | Persua’s sallow face grows even more pinched, if that were possible. She glares daggers at me. |
| 1.26 R | The other young woman glares daggers at me and reaches for her dagger, and Persua stamps her foot. |
| 1.26 R | The idiot is ready to argue with me, but even Claudeil is hesitating because he knows I’m right. Persua strides over to poke at me and I’m ready to break her finger, but an urgent voice interrupts the two of us. |