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you’re telling me, my first account here was @soundofzaun.bsky.social and it was hard to find a place among all the pre-established characters.

it’s super worth it once you do, though!!! everyone here is lovely.

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your muse seems very neat—! i’m not amazingly active here, but i’d be more than happy to interact sometime. 💖

𝕽𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 gets the feeling she’ll need to double the security detail on her product shipments for the ( foreseeable ) future.

She didn't like tea, but it was the business drink of Piltover, so she suffered it all the same. )

How do you say...? '...bountiful decadence...'

Regrettably, we made for incompatible business partners—
And yet, even if you take after her in that respect, I would be pleased to entreat with you.

at the statement. And gave a snicker.)

Yes, well— your mother was a woman of focus. My own mother always said you Kirammans have a knack for composure.

Misses Kiramman and I spoke on more than one occasion, but she had little taste for..

( She brought her tea to her lips and took a ginger sip.

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( 𝕽𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚'𝐬 ivory digits, coursing with the products she sold, delicately traced circles around the brim of her cup as she watched Caitlyn. She hid her intentions well, but there was a part of her that was scrutinizing every bit of the Commander. Taking her measure.

She nodded understandably

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( A look of genuine sympathy came across her face. Perhaps the only authenticity she would offer the Commander. )

I /am/ very sorry for your loss, might I add.

( Finding her seat, Renata nodded unassumingly. )

I make the most of the company I have— And yet, I'm surprised you've ever heard of me at all. Your mother seldom did business with the likes of 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. But, she was ever the diligent woman.

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( 𝕽𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 let the slight gesture slide, it was far less inflammatory than most of Caitlyn's colleagues' reactions to her unmasking— and yet, there was no grotesque reveal when she did. Just a woman in her 40s (50s.) )

It is what you 𝙖𝙧𝙚, Miss Kiramman, regardless of what my kin may call you.

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(𝕼𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 as a cat, Renata is never one to shy away from politics with topside officials.

Her silicon digits peeled the mask from her jaws— A believable smile playing on her lips.)

Why of course—.ᐟ it would be foolish to turn down 𝙋𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩.

𝕮𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 and cohesion, 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧— What's best for us all.

( A fabricated smile veiled behind her steaming mask. If she cannot have open war with the tyrant-city, Renata will settle for back-handed gestures of kindness. )

𝕲𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 is starting the New Year by carting dead Piltovans off Zaun's streets back to their rightful side of the bridge. A 'gesture of good will' to her sister-city.

But more predominantly, she cannot stand the idea of Piltovan filth rotting in her home.

⠀ ── 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝙧𝙖𝙩

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#ARCANERP / #MVRP  / #LOLRP

𝕹𝐨 war today, it seems.

Tch—

𝕬 cohort of Herculean soldiers draped in lavender and black march towards the bridge.

Possessed by their orders, they are dispatching Enforcers, unafraid to make a mess in doing so.

𝕰𝐚𝐫𝐬 perked at the unmistakable sound of gunfire— And she was just about to pour another glass.

Dead Piltovans will have to do.

A gesture to her troops down below, they're marching to retaliate.

~𝕬𝐬 charming as it sounds to brush shoulders with her kin, Renata is keeping to the perch of her balcony, looking down on the city below while nursing a glass of Demacian wine.

ꨄ

~𝕱𝐫𝐞𝐞 of commission, 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 security personnel shall man the streets tonight. A show of Zaunite due diligence— and strength.

Cheers.

"𝖄𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 too kind, dear— but that won't be necessary."

For a metal hand, it was surprisingly warm, with lifelike tendencies. She allowed Felicia to lean on her as she needed, slowly walking her to her destination, decanter behind like a protective sentry.

"Zaun should look after her own, hm—?"

𝕿𝐜𝐡—

❝ 𝕲𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 Industries is 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 flexible. ❞

She offers the man a polite nod, but she has already grown weary, being lectured on something she has decades of experience with.

Her ivory and pink hand extended, ❝ 𝕽𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝕲𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜. ❞ She politely introduced, snapping for her decanter's attention.

❝ 𝕭𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 is not patient, darling. ❞

A grin tugged at the lips behind her mask, eyes diverting to the people around her.

Defying his fashion or not, her marketing strategy made her one of the most domineering trading-features in Piltover & Zaun. She didn't mind being 'gawdy' to achieve it.