Arc 1, Special Thread 2: The Callsign
Lyla sips her vodka, and momentarily plays with her cigarette, flipping it between fingers, almost burning them in the process. Then she empties her refilled shot glass, flicking a glance to Jolie in order to get something else that'd last longer.
"-He's- resigned from his position," she emphasizes without adding the obvious name, its as if she was concerned that saying it all aloud would somehow make it even more real."And that Brahe is putting together an admiralty board to do the leading, naturally most playing to his pocket. Its absolutely repulsive as a thought that we would end up taking orders from the likes of him. Of course there'll be other in the board representing, such as elementals. But I don't know the details."
She recrosses her legs the other way and lets out a small chuckle.
"Enough about that lecture though, we are here relaxing now and that is already something note worthy. And please, Arkady, I'm not a Ma'am, I'm Lyla, She smiles that small smile of hers. "... Though I'll gladly be a Ma'am if that means it'll make you tone down that drinking of yours. During missions that is."
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