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[h2][color=#7AFF95]Amelia Dupont[/color][/h2][/center]
[indent][hr][center][h3]~??? | DECIBITUS | LUCEMA REGINI[/h3][/center][hr]
Amelia had been having a sedate sort of week, which bothered her. It wasn't as if there was nothing to do in Decibitus, of course, but it lacked a certain [i]spice[/i] sometimes. She didn't care to peacefully while away the days, but several of the perfectly reasonable hobbies she'd looked into pursuing weren't actually permitted within city bounds. Elliot wouldn't even give most of her arguments the time of day, no matter how smart they seemed to her. The rest of them cost money, and despite being paid the same as any other Reaper, occasional pay-cuts notwithstanding (who knew flour was so flammable?), she found herself dead broke. Pun semi-intended.

The reason for that one was simple: blackjack was very clearly a rigged game and completely unwinnable. 

Certainly, that made more sense than her being as inexplicably bad at it as she was. It wasn't even a lack of skill - well, she didn't think it was. Statistically, she had been making all of the correct decisions. She knew that she had been; she'd looked up the mathematics after the last improbable losing streak. Sadly, her luck cared not for statistical averages, and so, her pockets were empty. Not that she necessarily needed money for much, but she liked to have it. For luxuries, if nothing else. After all, if you didn't indulge yourself after death, when would you?

The fact that more people in Decibitus didn't embrace that was shocking to her. They owed their existences in this city to selfish urges, at least if you asked Amelia's opinion. She wished more people would, at times. Her vision of a world in which more people took her advice was an objectively more entertaining, if far less safe one. 

Regardless, the relatively-empty pockets that her gambling failures had bought her left Amelia rather glad to be back at work. Glad enough that she'd had no objections to the pastel-pink star that currently adorned the middle of her forehead. Getting to possibly tussle with a wisp was even better. 

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[hr][center][h3]~8AM | MT ARAPILES | CAMP GROUND[/h3][/center][hr]
In her enthusiasm, she certainly hadn't looked to waste any time getting down there.

[color=#7AFF95][i]Ah, Australia. The land of animals that kill you, plants that kill you, and weather that also kills you: a place after my own heart.[/i][/color]

Admittedly, her heart sank slightly at the notion that their task would be straightforward, but even a routine job typically provided opportunities to blow off steam. Semi-accidentally, or not, depending on the moment-to-moment. A too-wide smile had begun to settle on her face when the additional note registered with her.

[color=#80a1aa]“‘Miss Dupont, your pay will be docked for excessive collateral damage!’"[/color]

[color=#7AFF95]"I don't see why that's only said to me."[/color] Though the way that her smile had abruptly shrunk said otherwise. Not that she necessarily had planned to cause too much collateral damage, of course. She simply hadn't planned [i]not[/i] to, which was an important distinction, so often lost on people. After a long moment of silence, she spoke up further. [color=#7AFF95]"But just to be clear, when we say [i]excessive[/i]... is that up to my judgement? Do we mean property? Teammates? Do I get one freebie?"[/color] She waited for a second, before shrugging, as if Sigrun could see her. [color=#7AFF95]"You know what, never mind, I'll figure it out."[/color]

It suddenly occurred that perhaps this wasn't the best conversation to be having directly next to said teammates. Clearing her throat, she looked around at them, deciding that the best plan was to pretend they hadn't heard her. If they were fast enough, they'd have no problems anyway.

[color=#7AFF95]"So, [i]baseless[/i] warnings aside, I suppose we should start searching?"[/color] She'd started to pace, looking around for a sign as she spoke - sitting still for more than a few seconds was something she saw no reason to do. [color=#7AFF95]"This 'Punks Wall' sounds promising, if all this murmuring is worth much."[/color]
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