[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]Amelia was faced, now, with a problem. As she made her way back towards the office, she was contemplating it quite fiercely. She had to solve the dilemma ahead of her, of course, but how to do so? Rallying support had never been her forte, as she had never seen much reason to give a shit about those who her charms failed to win over. Such matters were boring, and frequently futile.

And yet, she wanted to make Miss Death happy, if she could. Or whatever approximated happy for her, at least; the woman's relationship with most feelings was a riddle Amelia had yet to find all of the answers for.

So she made her way back to the office, and for once, she had been [i]thinking[/i] before she acted, because if she didn't think, she might not achieve the most entertaining of results. She wanted to see what would happen if MD and the necromancer were to speak, and she hoped a little bit that she might get to see. Things grew stale, and the current situation wasn't sustainable anyway. As reckless as she may have seemed (and been), Amelia had little interest in fading away because the afterlife grew overcrowded and went to shit. She wanted a good death, she wanted [i]action[/i], wanted that thrill that had shot through her being when...

Yes, it would be bad to let things grow stale. Terrible indeed. She considered, of course, the obvious option. There had been stern words about improper use of her weapon. Words that Uchi and Eliot had felt a great need to stress to her, even. But even if she knew she wouldn't pull the trigger, pointing it tended to rush along the decisions that people made, and in a favourable direction to boot. Ultimately, though, she discarded the idea. It would be foolish to lose her station, and there were lines that one could not cross. Besides, she wasn't [i]maliciously[/i] unhinged, and she didn't enjoy the prospect of unmaking people if they took her actions as aggressive.

No, the gun stayed in the holster. [color=#7AFF95][i]More's the pity.[/i][/color]

She would have to be cleverer about it all. And so, here she was. She'd stolen... she'd borrowed a box, and spent some time crafting an admittedly crude set of ballots. One answer for supporting the conversation, and one for not doing so.

And now, here she was. Returning to the office, no doubt to the delight of her coworkers. Mostly. Probably. She couldn't imagine why it would be anything else, as she began to drag a desk into the middle of the floor, and set the box and ballots down. Forgot to bring a pen - she paused, ran over to the nearest desk, and grabbed one from someone's hand to a noise of protest that went ignored. He'd probably get it back at some point.

With that done, she clambered up to stand atop the table, clapped her hands, and cleared her throat. [color=#7AFF95]"My fellow reapers! I have a request for you - not on my own behalf, don't worry. But our wonderful boss, ahem, Miss Death, she needs our input. Specifically, she needs our opinions. She would like to speak with the Necromancer, that we might resolve the rail failure, but is unwilling to force it."[/color]

Despite it all, Amelia was aware of how she was seen by her peers. A reckless fool, a destructive force, a detriment to order and to good sense. This, on occasion, made it difficult for one to get what they wanted. But people assuming you would always make the worst possible decision... that could be useful too. She grinned widely, spreading her arms.

[color=#7AFF95]"For the record, I think this is a [i]terrible[/i] idea. Better that we let things build a little more, no? It should be much more fun that way. Right now, we're only getting [b]started[/b], am I right or am I right?"[/color]

Someone was saying her name, she realised, finally done tuning out every sign of protest. She looked down, raising an eyebrow at Eliot, who looked to be deeply exasperated.

[color=#7AFF95][i]Huh. I wonder why that is?[/i][/color]

[@PapiTan][/indent]