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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 19, 2016 4:14:51 GMT
"Tell me about it," Elsa massaged her forehead with an exaperated sigh. The incident had been so hot, that every lawyer and their fairy godmother wanted in on the action. Elsa had been the black sheep, defending Others as opposed to offending or calling them all liars. She was comforted that Weiss' scoff showed she was with her. After all, voodoo was an art that was always misunderstood. So many rituals were not even all the harmful things read or seen. The act was to potect, not to hurt.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 19, 2016 4:24:20 GMT
"I guess we have sources of stress everywhere," Weiss sighed. Thrax was on her mind. Elsa was probably worried about what he would do next too. Plus, she had Frollo to deal with. It was a wonder she didn't explode into a cloud of snow on a daily basis. But, where Weiss tended to let her temper get the better of her, Elsa was much more level headed. If there was one thing the woman knew how to do, it was how to keep calm.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 19, 2016 4:38:06 GMT
Elsa chuckled. "It took years of getting myself under control. Being a lawyer is surprisingly one of the most stressful jobs in the world." But perhaps Weiss understood that as well. Years of studying and years of being sure you were noticing every loophole in a contract, every trick to get a defendant to say something, even just noticing the quirks of whether or not a defendant was lying but being subtle about it, it was so much. She had only started law school and remembered the mounds and mounds of stress.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 19, 2016 16:01:10 GMT
"Did you ever want to do something else?" Weiss asked. It wasn't that she wanted Elsa to stop doing a lawyer, far from it. She was good at what she did. But Weiss was just curious as to whether Elsa had always wanted to be one, or if she had wanted to do something else with her life. Ever since she was born, Weiss was raised to be a voodoo witch. Her family never expected her to be anything else. Now, she was on a path towards possibly becoming the next Voodoo Queen, if she could get good enough. She liked what she did, and it made her wonder why Riku had chosen to do something else instead.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 19, 2016 22:14:33 GMT
The question was just basic curiosity. Surprisingly, one she didn't get all that often, either. Her family had run the gambit of politician to housemaid. Lawyer was just a job she chose because of her wanting to help people. "Actually...for a while I did want to go into fashion design. But the world of the arts was too cutthroat."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 20, 2016 0:59:27 GMT
Weiss smiled. "More cutthroat than the courtroom?" she joked. She understood what Weiss meant though. Besides voodoo, she had gotten pretty involved with singing, and her parents often liked to have her show off what she could do at competitions or get-togethers. Weiss liked singing and all, but she sometimes felt too much like a trained canary. Besides, her parents wanted voodoo to be her main focus.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 20, 2016 1:09:38 GMT
Elsa laughed. The world of fashion had been something she wanted to wipe from her memory. Just the bizarre looks, the critic writings things down as opposed to speaking out loud. "Critics are more terrifying than attorneys."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 20, 2016 1:13:01 GMT
"I can believe that," Weiss said. Thanks to her parents though, judges tended to be critical of her only once. After that, they were usually paid off to give stellar reviews. That was how Weiss's parents solved most of their problems. If they threw enough money around, it was sure to get them somewhere. And most of the time it did. And Weiss was guilty of doing the same thing. When it came to bribing people or trying to win them over, she usually flaunted her money. That was usually enough to get them to do what she wanted.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 20, 2016 3:47:12 GMT
Elsa's answer to Weiss' comment was just a generic nod. In time she'd be able to understand that ironically, not everything could be bought with money. Or...well, it was more a lesson her parents needed to learn. Weiss was here out of her own design and free will, not because Mommy and Daddy were paying for a psychiatrist who did nothing for the problem except make it worse. But, this was also their first time ver talking outside of a social event. It was...almost alien. They had yet to pull out the jumpropes and recite school rhymes, but there was no doubt some of mutual understanding.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 20, 2016 4:15:47 GMT
There was a moment of silence between the two, but Weiss didn't mind it. In fact, it was almost comforting. At her house, there was always something going on. Never a dull moment. It felt nice to just sit and do nothing for a bit. And Weiss was feeling a little better about the whole Thrax situation, now that Elsa had given her a new way of getting the edge on him. "I think I actually feel better," she said. "Thanks for...listening to me ramble and stuff."
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 20, 2016 4:27:38 GMT
"If you'd like," Elsa held up a hand, "we can talk over coffee at Nevermore or somewhere else your parents would be shocked by." A hint of mischief glinted in her blue eyes. The appearances of the rich were a big well to do. It would have been nice to actually find a friend group for Weiss, but for now, just easing into the socialization process would be easier. She herself needed to get out more.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 20, 2016 4:31:49 GMT
Weiss gave a little laugh. "The coffeehouse will do. I think it's a cute little place." That was usually where Weiss went to get some alone time anyway. More often than not, she would sit with some coffee and a muffin while pouring over a book, or reading some news article on her phone. Of course, she tended to stay away from most news stories that talked about politicians, or judges, or cops. Although she couldn't help but glance every now and then to see if, by chance, Riku's name was mentioned. Then she'd get mad at herself for doing something so immature and would hastily try to find something else to read.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 20, 2016 4:42:12 GMT
"I'm good friends with the owner's stepdaughter. They don't call her Sunshine for nothing," Elsa smiled a bit. The image of Weiss curled up in the black-stained booths with a cup of coffee in hand was an image that was so different that it felt right. She had felt the same when she first walked on, greeted by the raven wearing an uncle sam beard - she had come in during July - and sitting there. But the pleasant green eyes of the blonde who took her order had...thawed her icy demeanor.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Sept 20, 2016 17:17:43 GMT
"Oh, right. I remember her. My parents let her family bring some stuff in for the ball." Weiss had found it odd at the time, her parents catering from a place that wasn't a 5-star restaurant. But, the whole point of the ball was to try and appeal to the "common folk" so her parents figured letting them bring some food as well would paint a positive image of them. Weiss wondered if her parents would ever try something like that again after the whole fiasco. Knowing her parents, they probably wouldn't out of fear that riffraff like Thrax might get in again.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 20, 2016 23:32:48 GMT
"Did you manage to...get a chance to try anything?" Elsa was trying to avoid the topic of Thrax. Obsessing wasn't healthy, especially if it was over something that was beyond their control. Thrax was dangerous. Yes, beryl weapons would help, but Weisscwas letting her hotheadedness get ahead of reason.
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