𝕽𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 gets the feeling she’ll need to double the security detail on her product shipments for the ( foreseeable ) future.

(𝕼𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 as a cat, Renata is never one to shy away from politics with topside officials. Her silicon digits peeled the mask from her jaws— A believable smile playing on her lips.) Why of course—.ᐟ it would be foolish to turn down 𝙋𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩.

𝕮𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 and cohesion, 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧— What's best for us all. ( A fabricated smile veiled behind her steaming mask. If she cannot have open war with the tyrant-city, Renata will settle for back-handed gestures of kindness. )

𝕲𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 is starting the New Year by carting dead Piltovans off Zaun's streets back to their rightful side of the bridge. A 'gesture of good will' to her sister-city. But more predominantly, she cannot stand the idea of Piltovan filth rotting in her home.

⠀ ── 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝙧𝙖𝙩 ⠀ ⠀ #ARCANERP / #MVRP  / #LOLRP

𝕹𝐨 war today, it seems. Tch—

𝕬 cohort of Herculean soldiers draped in lavender and black march towards the bridge. Possessed by their orders, they are dispatching Enforcers, unafraid to make a mess in doing so.

𝕰𝐚𝐫𝐬 perked at the unmistakable sound of gunfire— And she was just about to pour another glass. Dead Piltovans will have to do. A gesture to her troops down below, they're marching to retaliate.

~𝕬𝐬 charming as it sounds to brush shoulders with her kin, Renata is keeping to the perch of her balcony, looking down on the city below while nursing a glass of Demacian wine. ꨄ

~𝕱𝐫𝐞𝐞 of commission, 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 security personnel shall man the streets tonight. A show of Zaunite due diligence— and strength. Cheers.

𝕿𝐜𝐡—

𝕹𝐨𝐭 joking. 😇

𝖁𝐞𝐫𝐲 well, Talis, next time it is.

𝕿𝐡𝐢𝐬 one has wits about him.

𝕮𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 now, dear. More of that, and I may offer my 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 more often.

~𝕳𝐞𝐫 decanter is floating about, autonomously offering perfectly rolled, Glasc Industries-branded blunts. —Her ‘special strand.’ 💜

𝕾𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 Piltover, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 a little.

𝕺𝐡, we’re smoking tonight .ᐣ

~𝕴𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲 jacket over her shoulders, she’s on a late night stroll through the upper-crust of Zaun— a silent bruiser serving as her shadow.

𝔹𝕃𝕌𝔼 . . . . . . 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 . . . . . . 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝕤 | ℕ𝕠𝕟-𝔹𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 | 𝕍𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕒 . . . -ˏˋ⋆ ̥ 　 ̣̮ ̥ 　🔪 　 ̥ 　 ̣̮ ̥ ⋆ˊˎ- - 𝘓𝘪𝘵 \ 𝘌𝘹𝘱 - 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 (𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺) 𝘸\ 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 \ 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘝

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