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"Good night, peasants."

"I s'pose I'll waste more time here with you tomorrow~."

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Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

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"Bah, posture. How bothersome." Harley attempted to slump (unsuccessfully, due to years of reluctant deportment lessons) and eventually gave up. "Oh well. I highly doubt that anyone around here will care... Eros, huh? Interesting name. The Greek god of love and desire."

"Do you live up to the name, Mr. Hold-A-Strange-Girl's-Cactus?" She grinned teasingly-- clearly, he was not any sort of smooth ladykiller. "But yes, I technically do hold a... small... title in the house of Barma. Yourself? I assume you have noble blood in your veins as well, and you're not attempting to hide it out here."

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“Erm— Harley. My name is Harley. Please to meet you.” She held out a hand to shake to prevent any spontaneous hand-kissing. Did the lower class do that? She wasn’t sure… Though this man didn’t look precisely like he belonged here in the slums either.

“Who might you be, then? And no, I’m not from here— how did you know? I tried to at least dress the part.” She glanced, irritated, down at her simple grey skirt and plain blouse. “That’s the last time I take wardrobe advice from a servant. Probably wanted me to look like a fool.”

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"Erm-- Harley. My name is Harley. Please to meet you." She held out a hand to shake to prevent any spontaneous hand-kissing. Did the lower class do that? She wasn't sure... Though this man didn't look precisely like he belonged here in the slums either.

"Who might you be, then? And no, I'm not from here-- how did you know? I tried to at least dress the part." She glanced, irritated, down at her simple grey skirt and plain blouse. "That's the last time I take wardrobe advice from a servant. Probably wanted me to look like a fool."

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“Oh, I don’t need to sell them.”

“It’s more of a showcase, if you will.” Harley looked around and settled the cart into a sunny spot on the side of the cobbled street. “Just to let the people in this city get a little glimpse of something on their way around. It’s amazing how no one seems to pay attention, though. Most people walk right past without even noticing my little piece of art.” She tsked. “How stupid.”

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"Oh, I don't need to sell them."

"It's more of a showcase, if you will." Harley looked around and settled the cart into a sunny spot on the side of the cobbled street. "Just to let the people in this city get a little glimpse of something on their way around. It's amazing how no one seems to pay attention, though. Most people walk right past without even noticing my little piece of art." She tsked. "How stupid."

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Oh, how I hoped someone would say something like that.

Harley halted, allowing the wheels of the cart to come to a rest. “The surroundings? Why, sir, I would think that Sablier would be a perfect location for my cacti. Look around us— what do you see?” She gestured a bare hand to the left, to the right, up to the cloudy sky and down to the street.

“What a prickly place full of prickly people. But within beats the heart of a city that simply refuses to die- endures would be a proper word. Did you know that if one is dying of thirst in a desert one can slice open a cactus and survive for days? I can think of nowhere else appropriate for my sale.”

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"Virgo? I didn't expect to see you around! How are you?"

"And... rude? I don't see how it's rude. I'm informing of their position in relation to myself."

"Ah..."

“Good evening, inferiors. How much have you missed me, eh?”

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"Ah..."

"Good evening, inferiors. How much have you missed me, eh?"

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"Ohh... You're the famous sister." Harley smirked and leaned against the doorframe. Liam had mentioned his sibling once or twice, always awkwardly ("She's pretty... stubborn, ahaha" - "Sometimes I wonder which one of us is older, haha..."). So Sir Lunettes had two headstrong women in his life. Interesting.

"Wait- did you say he was with Break?"

"I can wait. The 'smaller task' is probably getting more cake," she muttered irritably. She half-shared her secretary with Xerxes Break, which greatly annoyed her. Liam may have been a fool, but he was her fool.

"And in the meantime... what the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

To Hell and Back|| Amiee vs. Harley

“Who the hell are you? I need to talk to my partner.” Harley scowled when she saw a kid sitting behind the desk that Liam Lunettes normally inhabited.

“Where did that idiot go?”

Harley and Liam didn’t exactly despise one another, but she was feeling particularly irritated with him at the moment— irritated enough to (rather unprofessionally) insult him in front of a complete stranger. He was supposed to be constantly at her beck and call. That’s what having a secretary was for, right? For in her head Harley privately considered Mr. Lunettes her secretary rather than her partner.

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"Who the hell are you? I need to talk to my partner." Harley scowled when she saw a kid sitting behind the desk that Liam Lunettes normally inhabited.

"Where did that idiot go?"

Harley and Liam didn't exactly despise one another, but she was feeling particularly irritated with him at the moment-- irritated enough to (rather unprofessionally) insult him in front of a complete stranger. He was supposed to be constantly at her beck and call. That's what having a secretary was for, right? For in her head Harley privately considered Mr. Lunettes her secretary rather than her partner.

To Hell and Back|| Amiee & Harley

“… He’s not here right now.”

Amiee had been sitting in Liam’s office, finishing up some homework and keeping check on things when in walked his partner— one whom she had heard a good few horror stories about. Her eyes narrowed in on the redheaded woman who was the apparent cause of several instances of chaos, as well as internal panic from Agent Liam Lunettes. And she thought that she was bad. 

“Do you need something?” she asked the woman, not particularly caring, but knew that if she let anything slip by her, there would be hell to pay for every single one of them. Let’s just say, Pandora wasn’t the most organized without her older brother’s organization abilities.

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Oh, how I hoped someone would say something like that.

Harley halted, allowing the wheels of the cart to come to a rest. "The surroundings? Why, sir, I would think that Sablier would be a perfect location for my cacti. Look around us-- what do you see?" She gestured a bare hand to the left, to the right, up to the cloudy sky and down to the street.

"What a prickly place full of prickly people. But within beats the heart of a city that simply refuses to die- endures would be a proper word. Did you know that if one is dying of thirst in a desert one can slice open a cactus and survive for days? I can think of nowhere else appropriate for my sale."

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“What does it look like I’m doing?” Harley asked over her shoulder, gesturing to a cart full of similar flora.

“I’m selling cacti on the street. Obviously.”

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This video is so fucking awesome i swear OAO

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{OOC~}

(I have to get off for now- I have absurd amounts of homework to do. Thanks for a great first day back on this account, though~! I'll get to replies either later tonight or after school tomorrow.

BREAK BLESS YOU ALL.)

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"Doesn't make any sense? Pardon me, did I ask your opinion?"

"I didn't say I was an heiress. I said my name. Just because I'm the duke's daughter doesn't mean I'm an heiress. So stop talking out of your ass, princess."

Harley raked a hand through the young man's messy hair. "And as for intimidation... it isn't hard to intimidate someone who obviously spends this much time on his hair."

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“I’m Harley Barma, and you look like a kid to me. Only a kid shouts at his superiors~!”

“If I were you, I’d sit down and shut up.” She tapped one fingernail against her flamethrower.

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"Ah, now this sounds more like my style." Harley leaned back in her chair and, with an audible whump, placed her boots on the desk.

"What sort of changes, hmm?"

((P.S. - ))

“Crazy? I’d have to be crazy to put up with that panicky mess of an agent!” Harley harrumphed. Why was this kid bothering her anyway?

“Why are you bothering me, anyway?”

Harley was never one to mince words.

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Fire, as far as the eye can see... how beautiful.

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"Crazy? I'd have to be crazy to put up with that panicky mess of an agent!" Harley harrumphed. Why was this kid bothering her anyway?

"Why are you bothering me, anyway?"

Harley was never one to mince words.

Oh, shit.

“Right then.” Harley tugged awkwardly at the edge of her collar. “You must be other other Lunettes kid… How nice to know Liam thinks of me so fondly.”

Harley scowled, mentally cursing the day she and the bumbling Pandora agent had been made partners.