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[S] Grumman: Troll [CLOSED]

Jul 05, 2010 12:40

Characters: Eustace Grumman generaltroll and Franziska von Karma its_karma_fool
Content: A power struggle over tea
Setting: Grumman's office
Time: Right after Franziska returns
Warnings: There will be passive-aggressiveness. And/or just straight aggressiveness. It's gonna be vicious.

( Descend. )

eustace grumman, ≠ franziska von karma

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its_karma_fool July 9 2010, 14:58:07 UTC

Franziska was used to a certain amount of struggle. Weather it was because of her gender, her stature, her age, or her family name, she was more than accustomed to other people trying to impede her path to success.

As such, she had expected the power grabbing that came after Bradley's disappearance. While she had lately reconsidered her decision to head the crash investigation, she did not regret it - even with Grumman's usurping, a von Karma never looked back or regretted. Her father had taught her that time and time again.

She knew what Grumman's 'invitation' was - a poorly disguised attempt to intimidate her into old habits and wrest power away from her once and for all. But Franziska was no longer 5, and this was rightfully her ship. Annoyingly fond memories aside, she would see to it that Grumman did not have an easy time with his game.

Shoulders already habitually squared, Franziska knocked on his door and steeled herself for a battle of wills.

generaltroll July 9 2010, 15:02:56 UTC

Grumman looked up as he heard the knock on his door. Here already! She must have run half the ship!

"Come in, Franziska!"

He set the tea tray down on the small table in his office. "You're just in time, I was just taking the kettle off. By all means, come in and make yourself at home."

its_karma_fool July 9 2010, 15:14:31 UTC

"General," she said with a curt nod. Grumman may be cheerful, but Franziska wasn't about to let her guard down now - not that she ever did.

She conceded to Grumman's suggestion and took a seat, hands crossed over her chest.

generaltroll July 9 2010, 15:23:29 UTC

Grumman poured the tea and then placed the pot down. He offered up a plate of little scones. Everything seemed very civil - friendly even. But he was really just trying to provoking her.

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