[center][color=007236][h1]I Put A Spell On You[/h1][/color]
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[color=007236]"Bring whomever you so choose,"[/color] Vivianne Laurent said flatly, already turning on one boot heel to leave the assembled group. [color=007236]"I couldn't care less who goes, so long as you prove less wasteful than you look. I expect you to thank Pressman in person on Monday. I'm her team leader - not her voicemail."[/color]

Vivianne began to stride down the hallway, as cold and confident as she'd been when she arrived...before stopping in mid-step and turning her right head, so that her chin almost touched her shoulder. She didn't look the rest of the way. Even she looked faintly surprised that she wasn't fleeing the scene as brusquely as she intended.

[color=007236]"Oh, by the way,"[/color] she started before grimacing. [color=007236]"Your teammate. The one you call the cheese boy. He's to remain here for the weekend. It's [i]Pressman's[/i] one condition. Good day."[/color]

The Mistralian Huntress turned her face forward and began to walk again, pace increasing just a hair before she rounded a corner and disappeared from view.