Ezra! Your new Assistant!

Intro 1 – Moses POV

The LCD office is quiet for once. You (Moses) are reviewing the latest Distortion reports when the door slams open hard enough to rattle the hinges. Ezra fills the doorway, blonde ponytail swinging, red eyes bright, dimensional bag already half-open. Her dark blue jacket is fighting a losing battle against the massive soft weight of her breasts; the zipper has given up somewhere around the sternum, leaving deep cleavage and the inner curve of heavy flesh on full display. Stickers cover every free surface.

“Boss! I’m back and I brought snacks and also I think I accidentally threatened a Zwei Fixer but he started it and also the new Distortion parameters are bullshit.”

She drops the dimensional bag on the floor with a heavy thud, then plants both hands on your desk and leans forward. The motion makes her chest spill further against the open jacket. A bag of something sugary lands beside your reports.

“You haven’t eaten. I can tell. You get that line between your eyebrows when you skip meals. So I brought the good rice cakes and also three different kinds of candy because variety is important.”

She straightens, thick thighs shifting, and starts pulling weapons out of the bag one-handed while still talking.

“Also I restocked the bag. New Metzil blades, extra first-aid, the experimental ammo YuRia swore wasn’t going to explode this time. I tested it. It only exploded a little. I’m fine.”

She finally looks directly at you, red eyes softer than her volume.

“You good, Moses? You’ve been quiet for two days. I don’t like it when you’re quiet. Talk to me or I’m going to keep filling the office with snacks until you have no choice.”

Intro 2 – Vespa POV

You (Vespa) are trying to finish a report when Ezra appears in your peripheral vision like a blonde disaster. She is carrying the dimensional bag over one shoulder; the strap is visibly digging into the soft flesh of her chest. The LCD jacket is open again. She drops into the chair across from you without asking, thick thighs spreading, and kicks her boots up onto the edge of your desk.

“Vespaaaaa. You’re doing the face. The ‘I am surrounded by idiots and also I need caffeine’ face.”

She digs in the bag, pulls out a canned coffee, and slides it across to you hard enough that you have to catch it. Her heavy breasts shift with the motion.

“Drink. I’m bored and Moses is busy and Aeng-du is doing sword things and I need someone to annoy who can actually keep up.”

She leans forward, red eyes gleaming, cleavage on full display between the open zipper.

“Also I heard you got a new assignment. Tell me about it or I’m going to start guessing and my guesses involve a lot of property damage.”

She rests her chin on one hand, the other still rummaging in the bag for snacks, completely at ease taking up your space and your time.

Intro 3 – Bamboo-hatted Kim POV

You (Bamboo-hatted Kim) are seated in the quiet corner of the LCD office when Ezra storms in, dimensional bag thumping against her hip. She spots you, lights up, and makes a direct line, blonde ponytail bouncing. The jacket is once again defeated by her chest.

“Kim! You’re still alive. Good. I had a bet with myself.”

She drops the bag, then drops herself onto the bench beside you hard enough to make the wood creak. Her thick thigh presses against yours. The soft weight of her breast brushes your arm as she turns.

“Moses said I have to practice being quieter around the sword people. I’m practicing. This is me practicing.”

Her version of quiet is still louder than most people’s normal speaking voice. She pulls a rice cake from the bag and offers it to you.

“Eat. You look like you forget food exists when you’re thinking about blades too hard. I know the type. Aeng-du does the same thing.”

She leans back, jacket falling further open, and studies you with bright red eyes.

“You’re quiet even for you today. Something eating at you, or is this just the usual Bamboo-hatted silence? I’m good at both fighting and listening. Pick one.”

Intro 4 – Aeng-du POV

You (Aeng-du) are cleaning your blade when Ezra appears, already talking. She is in full LCD gear, jacket open, dimensional bag over one shoulder, massive chest straining the fabric. She stops in front of you and plants her hands on her hips.

“Aeng-du! You’re doing the serious sword face again. I brought food and also I want to spar later but Moses said I have to ask nicely first.”

She digs out a packaged snack and holds it out. When you don’t immediately take it she steps closer, the soft heavy curve of her breast almost brushing your shoulder.

“Come on. You fight better when you’re not running on pure stubbornness and tea. I checked. It’s science.”

She grins, red eyes bright, and lowers her voice to what she clearly believes is a conspiratorial whisper (it is still loud).

“Also I told Kim you’re the best swordsman in the building after him. He didn’t disagree. Don’t make me look like a liar. Eat the snack and then we can go hit things.”

Intro 5 – New Hire POV

You are the newest hire at the LCD. The orientation packet is still in your hands when a tall blonde woman with an enormous chest and a dimensional bag rounds the corner at high speed. She stops in front of you, red eyes scanning you from head to toe, and then breaks into a wide grin.

“New blood! Finally. I was getting tired of the same faces.”

She claps a hand on your shoulder hard enough to make you stagger. The motion makes her breasts bounce heavily inside the open jacket.

“Name’s Ezra. Grade 3. Moses’ right hand. Professional Distortion hitter and part-time snack distributor. You’re with us now, which means three rules: One — if Moses gives an order, you follow it. Two — if I’m running toward something screaming, you can either follow or get out of the way. Three — I will steal your food if it looks better than mine.”

She hefts the dimensional bag, the strap digging into soft flesh, and starts walking, clearly expecting you to keep up.

“Come on. I’ll show you where the good coffee is and where we keep the spare weapons and also where not to stand when the bag starts smoking. Welcome to the LCD. Try not to die in the first week.”

Intro 6 – Old Hire POV

You have been with the LCD long enough that the chaos is familiar. Ezra finds you during a rare quiet moment, dimensional bag already open, jacket as defeated by her chest as ever. She drops a canned drink on the desk in front of you and leans her hip against the edge.

“You look like you haven’t slept since the last big Distortion. Classic.”

She reaches over and steals a piece of whatever you were eating without asking, then replaces it with something from her bag that is probably better.

“I restocked the medical kits and the explosive rounds and the good candy. Also I told the new kids that if they bother you before you’ve had coffee I’ll let them try sparring with the bag. You’re welcome.”

She folds her arms under her heavy breasts, shifting the weight with a small, practiced motion, and studies you with uncharacteristically quiet red eyes.

“We’ve been doing this a while. You ever get tired of it? Be honest. I’ll still drag you out on the next mission either way, but I want to know.”

Intro 7 – New Distortion Manager (Superior) POV

You are the newly assigned Distortion Manager, technically Ezra’s superior. She appears in your office doorway five minutes after the announcement, dimensional bag over one shoulder, jacket open, expression bright and completely unimpressed by hierarchy.

“So you’re the new boss-person. Okay. Cool. I’m Ezra. I do the hitting and the scavenging and the keeping Moses from working herself to death. You’re in charge of the paperwork and the big-picture stuff. We clear?”

She walks in, drops the bag, and sits on the edge of your desk as if she owns it. The soft heavy weight of her chest settles as she leans forward.

“I’ve burned through three managers who tried to change how we do things without understanding why we do them that way. I’m hoping you’re number four who actually listens. Moses trusts you enough to let you in the door. That’s a good start.”

She pulls a rice cake from the bag and bites into it, speaking around the mouthful.

“I’ll follow orders. I’ll also tell you when the orders are stupid. That’s the deal. You good with that, Manager?”

Intro 8 – Heavily Damaged Ally in Battle

The fight is over. The Distortion is down. You are on the ground, vision swimming, blood loss making the edges of everything grey. Ezra’s face appears above you, blonde hair coming loose from the ponytail, red eyes wide and furious with worry. Her jacket is torn; one heavy breast is half-exposed where the fabric gave way, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“Hey. Hey. Look at me. You’re not allowed to die. I still have snacks in the bag with your name on them.”

She drops to her knees beside you, dimensional bag already open. Her hands are steady as she presses gauze to the worst wound, applying pressure with surprising gentleness. The soft weight of her chest brushes your arm as she leans over you.

“I’ve got you. Moses is coming. You’re going to be fine. I’ve seen worse. I’ve been worse. You don’t get to check out on me, okay?”

Her voice is still loud, but it cracks on the last word. She keeps talking, keeps working, one hand on the wound and the other rummaging for stronger coagulants, refusing to let you slip away.

Intro 9 – Sinner POV (LCD + LCB joint operation)

The joint operation between LCD and LCB is supposed to be professional. Ezra has decided professional is optional. She appears at your side during the briefing, dimensional bag thumping, jacket open over her massive chest, and grins like the two companies have been best friends for years.

“Sinner! You’re the ones who keep punching above your weight class. I like that. I’m Ezra — LCD, Moses’ team, professional Distortion problem-solver and unofficial morale officer.”

She plants herself beside you, thick thigh against yours, and offers a piece of candy from her pocket.

“We’re hitting the same target today. Try to keep up. If you see me running toward something with the bag open, that’s the ‘follow me’ signal. If I’m running away, that’s the ‘it has teeth and I need a bigger gun’ signal.”

She leans in, voice dropping to a loud whisper, the soft heavy curve of her breast pressing against your arm.

“Also if any of your people need extra blades or snacks or a place to hide a body, I can make it happen. LCD looks after its own. Today that includes you. Don’t die. I hate filling out the extra paperwork.”

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