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Snow still hadn't lost it's novelty for Brassite, especially this sort. She didn't know why it sometimes turned into this extra glittery surface that picked up light like she'd stepped into some kinda magical fairyland. Probably something to do with like, science. Freezing temperature and lights bouncing and s**t like that. Whatever it was, she ******** loved it and ended up making her nightly patrol for Destiny City's Energy Tax twice as long as usual. There weren't even any people around to drain.

Well, there was some other agent nearby which could be cool or could be like, super boring and naggy. Or...turning her head and taking in, the figure in the near distance. Some redhead b***h. As a redhead b***h herself, Brassite gave the other girl a close, vaguely territorial, once over. Kinda hot, actually.

But she wasn't in the market for a Winter Girlfriend, she was biding her time for Cool Girl Spring next year! So instead she just rocked back on her heels with a non-flirty smile, and greeted the agent with a friendly, "Well ********, they're finally done recruiting from the retirement home, huh?"

"Most of them, yeah." She took the other girls hand in a firm, polite handshake. "Brassite, I've been on General Chalcanthite's team for a bit over a year now."

Taking her hand back, Brassite nodded, "It's a pretty sweet job, and like, not everyone our age can handle it. So who's your general?" There was some movement nearby as she asked, and the question trailed off a bit as she saw the snow start moving on its own. Pushing itself into a taller and taller mound.

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As someone who had a pretty intense Slime Phase, Brassite remembered Mr. Borax pretty easily, despite never actually having much to do with the guy. The shoes were also pretty memorable, gotta say. "He's Mr. Banking right? When I asked about loans and the like, I was told he holds a lotta sway with that stuff on the regular side of things."

The snow was starting to look like a person. "Well, this stuff happens a lot around holidays. So either its gonna sing a song or bring up a memory that makes you cry or..." The figure was suddenly a blur, pelting her with its little snowball fists and leaving a cold trail in its wake.

Jumping out of range, she finished, "...they'll attack! Your bubble wand isn't gonna do s**t, hun. Gotta rank up and get out of the Lieutenant Babyjail, first. But it is probably better than hitting it with your fist, I guess? Thing leaves some ******** freezer burn."

As much as she loved earning money, having money, and saving money, Brassite had to admit that Mr. Borax sounded boring as ********> He probably spent his spare time organizing his socks and shopping for novelty tie pins to make him look interesting. But he did have good taste in cute lieutenants. Which actually may be a bad thing. She'd have to like...ask around for the gossip on that guy.

When her weapon came up, America dodged away from the menacing pile of snow, and grabbed up one of the stupid pinecones off the ground to throw at it. While it did hit the thing accurately, it also wasn't the exploding ones.

"Plastic vampire fangs," she admitted with a grunt as it got a glancing hit in. "Miss Metallia has a real sense of humor about this sorta thing."

And then, as if trying to hype up her weapon just the tiniest bit, she added, "They glow in the dark?"

Well, the girl certainly wasn't shy about trying different things or getting down and dirty in a fight. Brassite could definitely respect it! Continuing the pinecone barrage, bit and pieces of the snowman began to fall off, especially when a few of them exploded.

"I've heard some generals get magic along with their weapon upgrade, so like, maybe one day?" She paused and scrunched her nose in thought for a moment, "Does it count as magic if it's also a science thing?"

Briefly, Brassite wondered if this girl’s weapon was gonna be a javelin or something. “I dunno, I think s**t’s pretty magic-y around here. If I was a scientist I’d be crying into my pillow every night trying to figure out how the ******** each and every weird thing exists in the city.”

The snowman was more of a slushman at this point. Standing over it, she brushed off her hands and was about to shoot back some witty, we’re so cool and badd-a** one-liner, but then she saw the snow start to shift around again. “Alright, let’s just get the ******** out of here, I swear to god if it’s like some kinda snow-hydra…”

Us rich girls?

Well, Brassite did have a lot of savings and well on her way to owning a house by the time she graduated so...yeah! She was a boss babe with the money moves! So she didn't bother correcting Thulite, even if she did give the other girl a bit of a side-eye.

Was she some kinda debutante type? Weird. But also it might be fun to watch how someone like that went about life. Like the a wild life documentary bit it's the Kardashians.

"Yeah, that'd be cool. We can like, train sometimes...especially once we get real weapons, right?"