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Introduction: Seth
Jun. 30th, 2016 06:17 pm“What is this?”
“It’s a resignation letter. Haven’t you ever seen one before?”
Fang peered disbelievingly over the desk at Syzygy, who shuffled uncomfortably where she stood. She had been waiting in Fang’s office when Fang came in that morning, but she had also spent quite a bit of time waffling before finally setting her papers on the desk for inspection.
“This seems like a lot of pages for a resignation…”
“The rest of it’s flight transfer forms, census stuff for the Stormcatcher, you know. I thought you probably wouldn’t want to have to fill that out yourself, and since I was technically still the clan rep until I gave you that letter my signature counts.” She grinned, one of those defensive grins that only serves to make everyone involved more uncomfortable.
Fang flipped through the stack of papers, searching desperately for something filled out wrong, a missed signature or an incorrect statistic. “Why do you want to resign?” It was not exactly the question she meant to ask, and not one she needed an answer to, but What can I do to convince you to stay? sounded a little too…pathetic, to her mind.
Syzygy’s grin widened. “It’s just, you know,” her voice wobbled through a few different registers, “we’ve had a good run, and I’m grateful for the experience, but I’ve had an offer from another clan and they’re, well, they’re much easier to make sound good…?”
“I see.” Fang sighed. There’d been a rash of departures lately—Farrier declaring she’d rather die than work around so much “asinine magical bullshit”, Rhyncus taking a high-ranking position in the Stormcatcher’s service, and so on—but Syzygy was the only one who’d bothered to be so formal about it. And, Lorenz’s panic over his promotion notwithstanding, she was also the one they could least afford to lose.
“If you like,” Syzygy said, “I’m…there are some unemployed diplomats I know who might be willing to work with you, if I spoke to them. I could send them your way? I’ll, ah, screen them for unfortunate connections first.”
“That would be a great help,” Fang said. Syzygy had been a great help to the clan, if a bit blunt at times, and if they couldn’t keep her on then someone she trusted would be the next best thing.
“Great! It really has been lovely being part of this clan,” Syzygy said hurriedly, “it’s just that I have to think about my reputation, and my, ah, stress levels, you know. I’ll send you some candidates!” And with that, she was gone.
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“It’s a resignation letter. Haven’t you ever seen one before?”
Fang peered disbelievingly over the desk at Syzygy, who shuffled uncomfortably where she stood. She had been waiting in Fang’s office when Fang came in that morning, but she had also spent quite a bit of time waffling before finally setting her papers on the desk for inspection.
“This seems like a lot of pages for a resignation…”
“The rest of it’s flight transfer forms, census stuff for the Stormcatcher, you know. I thought you probably wouldn’t want to have to fill that out yourself, and since I was technically still the clan rep until I gave you that letter my signature counts.” She grinned, one of those defensive grins that only serves to make everyone involved more uncomfortable.
Fang flipped through the stack of papers, searching desperately for something filled out wrong, a missed signature or an incorrect statistic. “Why do you want to resign?” It was not exactly the question she meant to ask, and not one she needed an answer to, but What can I do to convince you to stay? sounded a little too…pathetic, to her mind.
Syzygy’s grin widened. “It’s just, you know,” her voice wobbled through a few different registers, “we’ve had a good run, and I’m grateful for the experience, but I’ve had an offer from another clan and they’re, well, they’re much easier to make sound good…?”
“I see.” Fang sighed. There’d been a rash of departures lately—Farrier declaring she’d rather die than work around so much “asinine magical bullshit”, Rhyncus taking a high-ranking position in the Stormcatcher’s service, and so on—but Syzygy was the only one who’d bothered to be so formal about it. And, Lorenz’s panic over his promotion notwithstanding, she was also the one they could least afford to lose.
“If you like,” Syzygy said, “I’m…there are some unemployed diplomats I know who might be willing to work with you, if I spoke to them. I could send them your way? I’ll, ah, screen them for unfortunate connections first.”
“That would be a great help,” Fang said. Syzygy had been a great help to the clan, if a bit blunt at times, and if they couldn’t keep her on then someone she trusted would be the next best thing.
“Great! It really has been lovely being part of this clan,” Syzygy said hurriedly, “it’s just that I have to think about my reputation, and my, ah, stress levels, you know. I’ll send you some candidates!” And with that, she was gone.
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