[ Like a candle being snuffed, her indignation and anger dies and she blinks. Blinks again. She's in trouble for...getting caught? And for being a bad liar. ]
By...learning? To think things through?
[ And by actually taking responsibility for herself instead of calling herself stupid to avoid it, and by tempering her desire to be impulsive and care-free with stability, and discipline, and gravity. Things she can do, but won't, because it makes her uncomfortable to admit fault and to admit that she's not the happy person she wants everyone to see her as.
For someone so bad at lying to others, she's done a pretty good job of fooling herself. ]
Edited (shrugs and writes more stuff that doesn't really matter ig) 2020-01-01 06:37 (UTC)
[ The moment she takes to think about it isn't to consider whether or not she'd take it seriously, but about how wrong she was to think the District Heads might be heartless. The idea that her fuckups would be responded to with corrective training rather than expulsion is... better than she thinks she deserves. ]
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[ Like a candle being snuffed, her indignation and anger dies and she blinks. Blinks again. She's in trouble for...getting caught? And for being a bad liar. ]
By...learning? To think things through?
[ And by actually taking responsibility for herself instead of calling herself stupid to avoid it, and by tempering her desire to be impulsive and care-free with stability, and discipline, and gravity. Things she can do, but won't, because it makes her uncomfortable to admit fault and to admit that she's not the happy person she wants everyone to see her as.
For someone so bad at lying to others, she's done a pretty good job of fooling herself. ]
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[ After another pause, she continues: ]
When you worked with a mercenary company, did you receive any sort of training?
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Not exactly.
[ She never got training in anything but dance, and even that was only for a month. ]
I was... mostly freelance.
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If I arranged training for you here, would you take it seriously?
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Yes ma'am.
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[ That seems like a dismissal, but she waits another moment before adding: ]
And, Athessa. You understand you're not to do any of this [ a vague gesture seems to encompass...their whole interaction, maybe ] again, yes?
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Can you... clarify what this is please?
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Lying to me, stealing from your comrades, creating nonsense drama that forces me to waste my time investigating nothing. The rest we'll work on.
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