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Keywords female 575659, fox 147094, vulpine 22486, f/f 5155, coffee 2101, genderfluid 1028, rust 217, decay 111, breakup 55, mold 32, instability 4, labrador fox 1
"Hi there, may I take your... order?"

The young woman at the counter glances me up and down. Of course she does. It'd be hard to miss a tall vixen like me coming up to order a coffee. I've got a pair of distressed denim shorts on to show off my legs, and a shirt emblazoned with a logo obscured by holes artfully slashed in it. Chunky sunglasses. A smile like magnesium burning. Fur the colour of rust and white mould. Eyes green like sickness.

"Venti two-pump hazelnut latte, please. Extra hot." I don't put any especial sex-kitten tone into the last two words. I don't have to. Part of the nudge is knowing that you only need the nudge. That way they never realize it's intentional.

She gets flustered. Poor thing. Drops my change. Forgets to ask my name. Her manager's right behind her, who dutifully picks up the slack.

"Oxidda," I reply. "O-X-I-double-D-A."

I see the girl hand off the order, and then go into the back with her manager in tow. Mm. Pity. She was nice. A senior in high school, helps support a family that doesn't deserve her kindness, even has a girlfriend. Doing well in school.

When she gets fired, here's what will happen.

One, of course, she loses her source of income, with all that entails. Her family will probably implode and her parents might divorce over it. I wouldn't be broken up over that. The dad's been a constant source of anguish for everyone in proximity for years. Too bad about the siblings, though. Given their incomes they'll have to live separately at each parent's. Her brother's gonna grow up learning the ways of his father.

Two, well, imagine what a high school student would do if they found out their girlfriend eyefucked a woman at work badly enough that she got fired for it. Mm, I don't see that relationship lasting too long, do you?

Might be awkward if the girlfriends are in the same class. I'd expect the girl's grades to slip. And grades are everything around here. Maybe she gets beaten out to that college she wants to get into. Maybe she doesn't go to college at all.

And what about the store? This is a regular haunt of mine, and people just seem to be doing poorly here. Maybe that manager isn't what he's cracked up to be. Maybe the store's got a reputation of being terrible, and hey, there's one every two blocks, so everyone just goes to the other one. Pretty soon the store starts losing money, and the mothership closes it down.

Entropy is inevitable. Empires rise and fall, they do it all the time. People break up. Businesses close. People do poorly at school. These are all natural phenomena that would happen with my intervention or without it.

I've always existed, saw the rise and fall of Mesopotamia and the Roman Empire, saw the world burn more times than anyone on earth would like to admit even happened. The Grim Reaper is there for death. I'm there for the fall and the fecund after.

People fear death because it's the end, the final curtain. They fear the end so much they don't notice the signs of decay in the middle, the things that make the end more likely to come sooner rather than later. And when all it takes is a nudge to induce two breakups, the loss of seven jobs, and an increase in financial instability, however slight, for one of the largest companies on earth? Well, those systems weren't very robust, were they?

But that's not why I do what I do. I have no special need to shore up the world's crumbling systems by poking at the bad ones until they fall. I don't have a moral high ground to stake out. I don't do it for any greater purpose at all.

The barista hands me my coffee. Even through the thin cardboard sleeve my fingertips sting with the heat. Perfect. "Thank you, darling," I tell the rather dejected-looking barista with a saccharine smile, take my coffee, and walk out the door, marble-tipped stilettos clicking like gunshots on the pavement.

I do it because it's /fun/.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by Glire
All emprires must fall, darling.

Oxidda and Rainside copyright me.

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female 575,659, fox 147,094, vulpine 22,486, f/f 5,155, coffee 2,101, genderfluid 1,028, rust 217, decay 111, breakup 55, mold 32, instability 4, labrador fox 1
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3 years ago
.... what?

Someone has an extremely high opinion of themselves. Like... incredibly so. Even if I'm willing to go as far as to say she's got supernatural knowledge powers this whole situation is....

I guess I did technically read a piece that made me speechless. And I can definitely nod at the girl who is in this just for kicks and gleeful getting to watch things burn and crash around her. There is a certain catharsis in knowing you can do that.

But c'mon. She's going to claim to sole responsibility to break all of this with her nudge? If she's getting fired over this, then its certainly not because of Eris here. She'd have had to be eye fucking enough women at work this has become a habit (or, alternatively, just is kinda a terrible barista). In which case Oxidda (Sorry, should name her correctly) is just taking credit for something that was going to happen anyway.

Now to her credit she does wax rather poetically about how the systems had to be horribly fragile in the first place for this to work, that she only needs to find the most fragile and worm-eaten of supports and just give them a 'nudge'. and that is certainly true, though then to gleefully go on a list of 'maybe' fallout seems just... over the top? She couldn't even say that they would happen, just a series of maybe's.

(I'm now imagining, with some amusement, that she's actually a little kitten of menace and doom. She just does minor things like leave toilet seats up in the womens bathroom or doesn't tip a waiter and then has a long imaginary fantasy about how this has ruined them forever).

All in all very well written. I do approve of it, even if I roll my eyes at the character concept in general.

Also, *love* the descriptions here. 'marble-tipped stilettos clicking like gunshots' was favorite line.
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