[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UL6nAXN.png[/img][/center][center][h2][color=#7AFF95]Amelia Dupont[/color][/h2][/center][hr][center][h3]~???? | DECIBITUS | LUCEMA REGINI[/h3][/center][hr]

[indent][color=#7AFF95]"What do you mean, [i]banned from Paris[/i]?"[/color]

"I don't make the rules, Miss Dupont."

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Amelia had been in a poor mood today. For various reasons, her gun sat heavy at her hip, and she was under very clear instructions that she didn't get to fire it here. Not even a little. Her pockets were light, as they so often seemed to be, but there was only one job on the board, and after the last time she'd been back home, it seemed that Amelia couldn't take it. Not by her own choice.

They really did hold a grudge over simple misunderstandings up here. Or at home? It was unclear where the blame lay.

Inconvenient, how these things panned out. It had her heading to the lobby anyway, in hopes that there'd be some last-minute panic, or failing that, that she'd find someone to talk to. It hadn't been too long since she last spoke with the boss, and she was pretty sure she was close to getting the terrifying immortal on-board with workplace pranks, so that was always an avenue to pursue. She would need to prepare for that, mind you, given how good their other bosses seemed to be at tracking these things to their root cause. The sacrifices she made to liven up their workplace were great, and measurable in disciplinary pay-cuts.

She wondered if there was a limit on those. Did reapers have a union? Then again, they also tended to impose standards, didn't they... 

Clearly there was no solution to this. Elliot would tell her that she could just 'stop making suggestions', but other than that, there was no solution. Things would have to continue as they were, in that case: his assignment of blame to her was doubtless another excuse to keep her from walking the mayor.

She'd been standing in the lobby for some time now, the receptionist looking upon her with some measure of unjustified suspicion. looking for an excuse to act, the sound of panting caught her attention, and she looked towards it with a wicked grin.

[i][color=#7AFF95]Well, well. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear with his little dog.[/color][/i]

No doubt he would be thrilled to see her; Mochi would, at least. He always was.

[color=#7AFF95]"Elliot! You look harried. Looking for something? Need help? Someone to keep Mochi company while you run around?"[/color] She spun around to look at the man, bouncing on her heels a little. [color=#7AFF95]"Apparently, I can't be in Paris because I am 'not to be trusted', so I would like to have something to do."[/color][/indent]