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You get better. No matter what happens, you get better. That's what always seemed to happen. Though, really, Hemera had to get better. No other options. Otherwise she would be like Nictor, perhaps. Someone who needed guidance, who needed help. Mera desired neither. That would show weakness, and she could take care of herself.
She had survived the ill-fated ball, the rebel raid, the space race, and now, space itself. Another in a string of the many instances that just had to be pushed through. Limbs were optional.
Hemera didn't even need to come into the office for another week, but chose to come in to see her boss, to report, to show just how fine she was. Not that she completely rejected the time off. Getting to actually relax versus spending all her time adapting would be divine.
And tonight was her first time off of Busthind with the new legs... Which she definitely made sure to show off, because it would be rude not to. Maybe too harsh of a reminder for her own self so soon after, but that would be what she needed.
Leeroi was along, because, well... It seemed nice. She didn't need him to come, of course, though it did soothe whatever weird nerves she had in the back of her mind. But it was exhilirating, in its own weird way. Here she was, with her...? Were they dating?
They...went on dates...but were they...dating? Now was not the time to ask.
She had more important things to do. Preliminary military work, and the like.
Whatever. She was out with the boy she had hate-feelings for, he didn't hate-hate her, she was walking again, and she drove down on her motorcycle. Since the train would take much too long and all.
For all intents and purposes, she was doing real well for herself. Now to just...actually go into the building proper.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 3:17 pm
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Leeroi didn't have a single thing to complain about. He was enjoying his life, his motorcycle ride with Hemera, the way the wind felt on his face. Surely his life wasn't perfect, and there were still problems in his life, but all of that had faded to time as Leeroi spent most of the last few weeks with his new kismesis. There was no room for worrying about Vidari in this kind of bliss.
Getting off the motorcycle as they made it to the office, Leeroi looked over their final destination, and gave a woofbeast whistle.
"Four Fronds fancy living," Leeroi joked, clapping Hemera on the shoulder. "To be honest, I'm not sure where I'm supposed to ever meet Vidari." Leeroi wasn't joking. He thought the guy lived in Busthind, but there weren't any military offices there besides the prison. He was sure he could ask around the village for him, should he ever think of any reason to meet.
"Well, you heading in?" Leeroi asked, already moving toward the door. He opened it, holding it for Hemera to enter first.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 4:03 pm
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Eostre sat at her desk, the paperwork in small piles in front of her, small folders and a thick report, her ink-stained gloves and brass knuckles resting on the edge of the desk. Teacups and doilies lined her shelves where there wasn't information. She'd had her office for quite a while now, since she was first promoted following the ball, and it'd gotten quite lived in. Her real hive wasn't too far from here, but she much preferred to work here when she could. Becoming a bit of a known figure for military presence in Four Fronds, and building her image and all. She'd avoided it well enough in the weeks following her own post-mission recoveries, and was surprised to see Hemera so eager to return after her much harsher injuries. Limb loss was no joke, even on violent Alternia. She was glad that Furore was so good at robotics or she'd be out her only subordinate far too early.
She buzzed the door open for their arrival when she heard the rumble of the motorcycle dying down, getting ready to plan her next move. Eostre had quite an assignment for Hemera now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 9:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 10:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 10:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 10:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 10:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 11:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 10:28 am
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Boyfriend. Ah. So that's where they were. Mera's face heated up a little more. She...needed to catch up with her own quadrant life, clearly. If Leeroi thought it was exclusive, it was, because she wanted to be, but...
Was she worried? That he would see her when she wasn't being 'badass' and grow bored of her?
Did she really have time to work through anything like that right now?
Hemera exhaled. She needed to focus on the moment. And her stupid, charming...boyfriend. "Hmm." Now she quirked a brow for real, smiling a little. "I should hope that they won't break from walking, standing, sitting...in temperate climate. But if you insist."
Okay. They were getting close enough to being too on-time for Mera's liking, versus early.
She turned and knocked on the door. She checked, and the handle moved. Mera poked her head in.
"Lieutenant Diazzi? Sergeant Moachm, reporting in."
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 10:46 am
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The knocking caught her attention, and Eostre resisted rolling her eyes. Took them long enough to come in, was she making out with her new kismesis too much to remember the door? Or were her legs that slow? She could hear that both of them were there... Furore wasn't quiet.
"Ah, Hemera, there you are. I was growing concerned you were too busy flirting to come and do report with me. Come on you two, take a seat," she said, laughing a little as she put away some of her files, filing them in the drawers and locking them behind. Eostre knew she wouldn't be able to resist peeking at Hemera's legs when she walked in, curious how she was managing with them. She waved her hand vaguely and leaned back in her big chair, waiting for the two of them.
"So how are you feeling, darling? Legs holding up okay?" she asked, and then turned to Leeroi. "Furore, how have you been?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 11:49 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 2:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 3:04 pm
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Sometimes it was fun to watch the way Hemera shifted so easily with her words. Even teasing her she seemed to shrink away as if it were an actual criticism of her person. And so formal! But that was something she liked about her. "No misconduct, dear Hemera, you know me. Just happy to see you again." She listened to the two of them, nodding and hmming.
"Of course. A full recovery, and Furore here to assist. Perfect sense of it." The legs were pretty, and interesting. Of course she'd want something practical yet streamlined in appearance. "What sort of testing has been done, aside from walking about?"
Eostre reached for a bowl of candies from the corner of her desk, taking one for herself and putting it on the edge for the sergeants to take a piece from, if they liked. She tilted her head, unwrapping her candy slowly. "Such as, oh, I don't know, battle capabilities." She popped the candy in, and looked at Hemera.
"If you've fully recovered, and all, it shouldn't be a problem to test, right, Furore?"
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