[Okay so just to prevent spoilers from escaping if you start a thread with her before December 2016 please leave a blank comment first so everything gets caught and collapsed.]
[ Jesus Christ, Ema couldn't get back home soon enough. Another minute of seeing that sleazeball prosecutor's face and she probably would've started hacking up a lung; inhaling all that glitter and breathing his air for too long tends to have a way of making the girl sick to her stomach, but at least the end of her shift meant sweet release from his stilted German and annoying musical references. The studio that she's dying to get back to is a bit modest, for sure; they don't exactly pay her six figures at the precinct, so it isn't anything fancy, but it gets the job done, for sure, and it's got more than enough room for excess fingerprinting sets and luminol cases, so, for her, it gets the job done, even if she has to keep some of her bigger tools back at the office.
The rest of it is pretty cluttered, though; which is to be expected, all things considered. Ema walks in the door and she's immediately greeted by a blockade of canvases on easels, but if the mess bothers her, it doesn't show on her face. One would think that she would have to take care to watch her step, lest her foot lands in any paint cans, but whether it's from instinct or memory, she avoids the obstacle course as though it's not even there.
Vera's probably so absorbed in her work that she doesn't catch Ema walking in, but the detective knows better than to distract her in the middle of a project. Still, though, she can't help but plop herself on a stool next to her as she paints and give her a peck on the cheek. ]
Sorry I'm late. Got held up on another case...
[ She's been staying at the office later as of recent; a few months ago, that's not something she would've complained about much, since it meant she got to indulge in her snacking habits a bit more. But ever since she moved into the studio, it's been getting harder and harder to leave. ]
[What Ema can't pay, though, Vera does her best to provide. Being an artist isn't easy, even if she does have some renown after... everything, and she is an on-call forgery expert, but mostly her income just means there's enough to buy the wide assortment of liquids and powders their lives call for in addition to having an apartment and not going hungry.
Her current project is an illustrated advertisement for one of Trucy's shows, which is just about the best job she can think of? She's been working super hard on it, so she doesn't actually notice Ema's back until she speaks up, but once she does Vera shoots her a small smile.]
[ Try to keep the forgery thing on the hush-hush when your girlfriend is a detective, dear.
Still, though, the ad looks stellar; she supposes that's probably to be expected, given how passionate she is about magicians. She's probably pouring her heart and soul into it. ...Moreso than usual.
It's a sweet smile that Vera gives Ema, and if she were a cheesier person, she'd probably say that seeing it makes going through Klavier's bullshit at work totally worth it.
But she's not a sap. So she'll say it only makes 99% of it worth it. She still has the right to complain about the other 1% of it. ]
It can't be helped. He always puts me on the weirdest cases...I swear, one day he'll stick me on a normal, straightforward murder, but that day's not today. It's because he knows I'm the only one with the stomach for them...
This one was a fucking locked room, though, if you could believe it. Like, who does this guy think he is, Agatha Christie?
[For the police!! She helps catch them now, she's not about to go doing any more forgery after the whole trial where her dad was killed because she did a forgery once.
She laughs, just a little - she might be better at the whole "expressing emotions" thing after the poisoning, but Vera's still a fairly reserved person even around Ema.]
He knows you have the talent for them. We technically met because of a locked room murder, after all. And I think that one turned out okay.
[Vera you were poisoned and are the literal only person to survive atroquinine.]
[ Look Ema doesn't know what you do when she's not home, maybe you're some kind of black market forgery master to make ends meet-- ]
Don't kid yourself, Vera, it's not a talent thing, it's because I'm basically all the services of a forensic scientist at detective price. ...But you're right, that turned out much better than it could have, yes. But mostly because we got hit with one bit of good luck after another, rapid-fire.
That, or you're some kind of amazing miracle worker. Maybe it's a little bit of both. ...But either way, I think I'd rather this one not end up like ours, just so I don't end up tearing my hair out over it...
[ She reaches into her bag and pulls out her practice exam book... ]
Last thing I need is a difficult case when my exam is so close.
...Yeah. And the very first thing I do with my nice, fat forensic scientist paycheck is get you the biggest, baddest easel you've ever seen. One of those really fancy ones! And you'll get a huge canvas, and paint everything you could ever want! Sky's the limit!
[ THANKFULLY NEITHER DO I but she actually seems to know what she's doing! She's come a pretty long way since they first started; she stumbles on some of the more complex compounds, but she isn't just taking stabs in the dark, or, if she is, she's faking it pretty well!
When she doesn't know the answer, though, she seems to start munching on Snackoos for a while until it comes to her. ...Not exactly the healthiest habit... ]
Okay, but... after that, we'll go through everything again and no eating Snackoos, okay? Then before your test we can go out for a nice big meal together to help you prepare, if it works.
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