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[smallmediumwelldone]

Good evening.

[There’s a woman speaking, tone clipped. The corporate jumpsuit hangs off her small frame, and her hair is swept up into an old-fashioned bun. Or so it seems - she’s standing a bit away from the screen, and it’s tilted at an odd angle.]

I am given to understand that this is how to contact my new coworkers? My name is Beatrice Brewer, at your service, and I assure you I am quite qualified. I am - was - an apprentice of the fifth circle in, ah, a collection of magi, have experience in a thrilling variety of crises, and am quite keen to get started on - [a heavy sigh, more notable for the fact that someone observant might catch that she doesn’t breathe] - this situation.

[There’s a long pause.]

Drat, is this bloody thing even on? Dreadful place, what sort of dog and pony show are they running, honestly. Stuff? Stuff? Of all the names?

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[ragefeathers]

Yeah, but nicknames are cute.

[ She's not ready to leave that hill just yet. She crosses her arms, then reaches up to wipe away a stray bead of sweat from above her eye. She's been not moving for a short while now and it's starting to annoy her. Now she's engaged in this conversation though... ]

Tremere. Little babies who are really good at magic, got it.

[smallmediumwelldone]

[Kenzie gets a dirty look. It breaks only for Beatrice to track the movement of sweat and the casual brush of Kenzie's hand – it's important to know what the werewolf is up to, of course. Then she resumes scowling.]

We're far from infants. Even our status at being the newcomers still puts us at one millennium – you're scarcely a zygote. And while I technically can't stop you from calling me what you wish, it would only be fair that I then get to call you whatever I wish as well.

[Beatrice crosses her arms, smug, sure in her victory.]

[ragefeathers]

I might be a zygote.

[ Whatever the fuck a zygote is. ]

But I can kick a LOT of ass so it doesn't matter. What's your nickname for me then? Make it something sweet~

[ Kenzie is the worst. ]

[smallmediumwelldone]

Er – [Oh god oh fuck Beatrice wasn't prepared for this.]

That's for me to know and for you to find out.

[What does that even mean? She doesn't know. Beatrice sticks her nose up in the air and does her best to look like a malevolently plotting vampire and not at all like she's panicking.]

[ragefeathers]

[ Very few people are prepared for Kenzie, to be fair. ]

Awww, but princess, if I have a pet name for you, you just have to have one for me!

[ Kenzie is enjoying this way, way too much. ]