Mia Ausa; Lunar: SSSC; Um...bar place?

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There is a reason why Vane's Guildmaster is nicknamed the Ice Queen.

It is not easy to forgive...

There isn't anything in particular that's wrong with how she rules. On the contrary, a lot of good has been done. The only thing is, a lot of it has been done alone. No help from others, no potential Premiers, no hint of outside help. And that is

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Camille notices the frozen shield. Cleaning her gun at a nearby table, she pauses for a moment and just watches.

Milliways.

Magic.

Bruja

[gorgonfondness]

Mia can feel eyes on her.

She sits up, alert, and notices the gun.

She's not sure if she should bring up the rules or not, but Mia has never seen a gun fired.

And that is distraction.

It's almost a softer look that the Guildmaster gives, one that belonged to a life that is no longer hers.

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Camille is nearly finished. She wipes down the pieces, and then slides everything back together. Her hands are fast, but not because she's in a hurry - they are just fast because she knows what she is doing.

Eleven seconds.

And then she looks up again, green eyes sharp. Sharp, but also...cool. Blank. Shuttered eyes, one might say.

[gorgonfondness]

Once Mia sees those eyes, she steels her own violet ones.

"You're quick," she observes.

[onlyneed1shot]

"Training," Camille supplies.

[gorgonfondness]

"For what?"

It's almost soft again, but this time perhaps whispering of something else.

Sorrow...

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"Policework." Beat. Then, a fraction too long (she's tired, she's so tired) later, "Should the need arise."

[gorgonfondness]

"Is it worth it?" Mia asks, eyes hard again.

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"Knowing how to put a gun together?"

[gorgonfondness]

"The police work," she clarifies. "Is it worth it?"

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It.

She cannot think of a single thing that her work has made her do that she wouldn't have done anyway. Aside from the fact that she is only loosely a member of the police.

He's creating a drought

"Yes."

[gorgonfondness]

"At least it's worth it to someone," Mia says bitterly.

[onlyneed1shot]

"You disagree?"

[gorgonfondness]

"I..."

And the hardness disappears again.

"I'm tired of it," she says, a little scared. "No truth, no point. Don't know why I ever did it. I don't even know what is real. No one tells me, or no one I listen to. So now I listen to me."

[onlyneed1shot]

She regards Mia for a long, long time. The eyes don't change, but her voice is not as cool.

"I-I always had a target. Before. That made it easier."

[gorgonfondness]

A short, bitter laugh.

"Targets are only as good as they're not."

It makes sense to her and it's one of the few things that does.

"Too many to be targets. I couldn't..."