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Group Precipitation

by FanOfMostEverything

Chapter 321: The Race is Off, by FoME

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Jace trudged to the vice principals’ table—which kept the name even with Cadence’s promotion by default—and his Shirish coffee met the table shortly before his face did. His headgem glowed, and three perfect copies of his mug appeared in front of him.

“Aren’t those illusions?” said Glimmer Goodwitch.

“Yes,” came the muffled reply, “but they make me feel better.”

“What did Niv-Mizzet do this week?” said Luna.

“Oh, he’s no worse than usual.” Jace sat up, a thoughtful look on his face. “Well, maybe a little worse. We’re making terribly little progress on that one project I discussed with you.”

Luna shook her head. “We’ve been over this, Jace. It’s Applejack’s choice whether she transfers, same as Wallflower. If you want her help without uprooting her, then I’ll be happy to pass the message along.”

Jace gave a tired nod. “But it’s not work for once. It’s politics.”

The entire table groaned. “Election Day has come and gone,” said Cadence. “Can’t we give it a rest for at least a little bit?”

“Not when your fiancee was running for mayor.”

“Fiancee?” Cadence flinched as though struck. “You didn’t even tell me you were seeing anyone!”

“We met over the summer, on San Ixalan. Say what you will about Principal Mizzet, he can put together one heck of a vacation package.” Jace pulled out his phone, called up a photo, and laid it on the table. The woman on screen had grey skin that brought lichens and granite to mind, and golden eyes that showed the slightest bit of amusement despite her scowling at the camera. Her swimsuit was fairly conservative, but still revealed a physique as toned as Jace's wasn't.

She also had a mix of snake tails and white feathers for hair.

“Vraska Ochran. Cockatrice aspect, apparently,” Jace said before anyone could ask out loud. “Seven girls at Ravnica High have the same magic, and that accounts for the majority in the state.”

Glimmer cleared her throat. “She seems…”

“She has her rough edges. She’s had a rough life. But she’s incredibly passionate about supporting the downtrodden and forgotten.” Jace smiled fondly at his phone as he picked it back up. “As far as I can tell, she just thinks I’m an adorable nerd.”

Cadence nodded. “Adorable nerdiness goes a long way.”

“So, she was in the mayoral race?” Luna shook her head. “Your town has, what, a four-term incumbent? Not exactly a cakewalk.”

“That’s what I told her. Sure enough, it was Mayor Rosewater by a landslide. Now I’m just helping her calm down. When she’s not stress-petrifying things.”

The others shared a concerned look. “Stress-petrifying?” said Cadence.

Jace shrugged. “It's not as bad as it sounds. Besides, I make sure to wear sunglasses after the last time.”

Author's Notes:

Vraska works in private security. That's the polite term for it, anyway.

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