Thunderstorm

She's perfect.

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"Yeah, I really missed you guys," Thunderstorm chuckled softly. "It would have been nice to have you guys there. Putao, Nivenor... especially you, Styx. We could have really used you there."

Styx didn't need to look over at her longtime friend to know that she had a pained expression on her face. Styx sighed deeply, placing down the items in her paws and setting them flat against the counter. She closed her eyes, hunching over as if suddenly extremely tired.

"Please, don't start--"

"I hate it. I hate it so much, you know," Thunderstorm interjected, and Styx was immediately resigned to the same worries she had heard all too many times before. With a grunt, Thunderstorm climbed at the counter to be closer to eye-level, but Styx still refused to look at her.

"It's outrageous! You are a well of practically untapped potential. Everything from before was just a taste of what you could be capable of if you actually tried! Instead, you're here, trapped in a dead-end job that you hate with no reprieve in sight!"

Styx shook her head, opening her eyes to stare at her paws. Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see Thunderstorm. Curse her horizontal pupils.

"I don't hate my job, I tolerate it. I actually like a few of my coworkers too. Plus, I don't want to leave this place. It's familiar. It's stable. I have no reason to be uncertain or fretful. That's a lot more than I can say if instead I had went with you to be your hired muscle."

Thunderstorm shook her head vigoriously. "It's more than that, and you know it! The Weathermancers are a highly prestigious group. They know potential when they see it. Even if you were hired as our "muscle", as you put it, they would have realized that you are so much more than that! Infinitive opportunities would have opened up for you, horizons of dreams would have suddenly been so much closer had you just tried. Even if they didn't know about your bloodline--"

"Don't. Start." Styx turned her neck so fast she heard a crack. She had raised her voice, something she seldom did. A low growl from the back of her throat dissipated. Thunderstorm's jaws snapped shut, instantly subdued into silence.




Ideas:

Intro: Just Another Day

Arc 1: Ghost Stories

Thins I can cover: Other apartments ("The Room Below"), Thunderstorm and the Weathermancers, a new arrival


Main Conflicts:

Styx: The supernatural, her roommates, her job, for some reason her life likes to be not normal when normalcy is literally the only thing she wants

Nivenor: Finding love/romance, work struggles, FOOD POR-- *gets shot*

Putao: All the little lore bits that we don't see, certain flights are at each other's throats and he's caught in the middle of it, Fire's worker strike delaying resources to the Lightning cities, Stormcatcher and his mega business empire, some deities being a lot more present (Windsinger and his festivals, Arcanist and his observatory, Flamecaller and her vendetta against Stormcather) while others are a lot more hidden.

VaelVeir: The nightguard



Prim/Sec: Sand, Tan,
Tert: Mulberry, Plum, Heather, Periwinkle, Sky
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