Manoel's Spirit

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Eliza frowned. It wasn't pleasing to see Enma disregard everything she had said as mere bitching. Though starting a scene was something she didn't want to do either, as said before. This didn't really leave many options on the table for her. Eliza figured that it wouldn't have hurt to at least hear Enma out before dismissing her again. Diplomacy was not something Eliza had particularly enjoyed, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"I'm not upset - I'm done. There's a difference. But fine, I'll hear you out, En, what kind of job are we talking about?"

The auburn haired outcast leaned back and crossed her hands defensively. The 'no' was already prepared on her tongue for whatever sickly plans the dona of familia Loyola had prepared for her.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun