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it is all a facade — it’s what five years of training within the nsa and observing her father veil emotions ever since she had met him. mizuse engrossed in conversation with an avid journalist wanting to pick apart a rookie after a shocking revelation; however, the speedster is ALWAYS one step ahead. blasé smile, an occasional sip of her sparking beverage, maintaining eye - contact with the reporter … not revealing a thing. mizuse didn’t know how much longer she could stand here and deal with the interview, hues flickering for anything—anyone—more interesting she could point them out to. after all, she is a newbie to all of this … and the fleet - foot’s patience is starting to wear thin. wings attach to her ankles subtly flutter, concealed by the material of her dress. next thing mizuse notices is her savior, suzu, approach the two of them and the journalist makes a hasty retreat. ❛ me ? nervous ? psh — ❜ mizuse grins with a dismissive wave and a shake of her head. ❛ dad didn’t want to attend. you and i both know he doesn’t like these sort of things, ❜ she answers, knowing the vigilante can see right through her act. grin slightly falters as mizuse steps closer to her, fiddling with silver jewelry wrapped around digits. suzu, adopting the role of big sister, is the source of information, motivation ... reassurance. ❛ … i’m guessing you didn’t hear anything about this. ❜
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it’s easy to spot the familiar figure caught in a conversation she doesn’t want to be in. with how fast mizuse is, an escape should be as simple as running away—but the politics of playing nice make that a bit more complicated. suzu knows mizuse can take care of herself, but who would she be if she didn’t help out at least a little?
she cuts in between mizuse and the journalist with a winning smile, leaning in to whisper something that sends them off bolting. the disturbance gone, she turns to mizuse, an ease in her demeanor that comes with being in the presence of the younger woman. “don’t tell me hitsuto actually left you alone to fend off the sharks by yourself,” she teases. “nervous?” not that mizuse looks it—picture perfect and the spitting image of what a hero should be, slipstream is ready to face the crowd. “don’t be. no nsa script could’ve prepared you for this mess.”
ofhelens:
Matching his smile with one of her own, Helen laughs gently. “Hell, for sure. I have a feeling that Abigail Williams would have fit snugly in one of Shakespeare’s plays.” Probably played by Zahra. If Orson had his way. If Heidi was casting - who knew? The uncertainty of Alderidge, which had always been such a constant, made her anxious. Nudging gently into him, she nodded in thanks. “I don’t deserve you.” She wasn’t sure any of them deserved Nate. Had she followed that thought through to its completion, she might have felt guilt that they were the one forced to witness her witchcraft…but as it was, she dropped it; distracted by the mention of Jonah. “No?” Puzzled, she knotted her eyebrows. “Did he…did he do something?”
it was one thing to banter with helen about heidi or the play, but then just like that, nate decides to switch up the conversation on her - a part of him wondered if it was the right time. but when would this opportunity come up again? he raises an eyebrow for a moment at helen’s response - did jonah do something? well, damn. it’s not like it’s any of his business, but in nate’s experience, that kind of question only came from someone who, even in the slightest way, had already assumed he was guilty. it was a nicer way of saying ‘what did you do?’ and - shit, now he’s definitely reading too much into it. nate shakes his head, “nah, he didn’t do anything. it’s just the week of auditions he had a really...rough morning, and i might’ve cried and tried stuffing his face with waffles, and i was just curious if you had heard from him. that’s all.” nate shrugs and then tries to offer helen another smile to diffuse any of her worries. “even though we live together, i feel like we’ve been like two ships passing in the night.”
