been trying hard not to get into trouble

[centurybaby]

WHO: jenny quantum & larsa solidor.
WHERE: city hall, larsa's office.
WHEN: sometime before the weekend.
WARNINGS: jenny's potty mouth tbh.
SUMMARY: the tyrant talks to the emperor.
FORMAT: quicklog.

[ it's a risky move-- and a risky place to be-- but she's feeling powerful and a little rebellious, and it's the one place she knows she can find him. she won't stay long-- not with the security and not with other city hall employees nearby-- but it's a talk she's been meaning to have for a while now, and there's no better time than the present. before she hits the warpath again.

she teleports in via door, all golden shimmering light until the portal closes behind her and she's standing there like she owns the place, already smoking a cigarette. larsa probably won't appreciate her filling his office up with smoke, but she rarely does anything larsa appreciates.

it's her way of greeting him when she pushes some papers aside to sit on his desk, exhaling smoke and saying, as casual as you please: ]

Hey, loser.

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[centurybaby]

[ she pats him on the cheek where she kissed him for good measure before pulling away, responding with a vague, wry sort of curve at the corners of her mouth: ]

No fucking promises. Sorry, Larsa.

[ it'd be cruel to promise anyway. with the way things turned out last time. ]

This is good-bye for now, yeah?

[solidorkable]

(Maybe he should have asked her to stay, but what use was there? He doesn't even feel himself giving her a small nod before swallowing hard. )

Bradbury will be here soon. (Should she need an escape (he can't believe that he's helping her escape), but she has to do the right thing.)

Best make your leave swiftly.

[centurybaby]

[ she steps away, brushing a little something off her jeans before giving larsa a lazy salute. that's as much a farewell as she gives before there's a brilliant flash of blue light--

and she's gone. ]