Post by Sonya Chernova on Nov 2, 2020 19:10:20 GMT -5
A cold wind blew down Uruk Avenue. The sun was out but most folk had started to bundle up a little here and there. Most didn’t want to catch a chill these days. There was a sense of unease in the air, though not a soul could put their finger on why. Word on the street that a Grimm was caught and killed by unlicensed militia. Some said it was a flagrant lie. Others said it was a result of a mismanaged Huntsman programme. While most agreed that it was dangerous and borderline vigilante behavior.
The question only a few people asked was; “Where did those weapons come from?”
Either way, you find yourself walking in the direction of your destination. It’s colder than usual today. A chill hanging about you as you brush past shoppers bundled up for the sake of warmth. The storefront you see as you step through last clog of people is a simple one. A wide frost touched window greets you first, likely one intended to display dresses or clothing given the platform immediately behind it. There's a pair of simple plants in the window right now framing posed mannequins wearing a remarkable likeness to the uniform given to Haven Academy students during their stay. As you draw in closer you can read the sign on the door.
You push your way inside...
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Sonya frowned at the digital clock on her wall but didn’t make any movement to interact with it. Her focus was on the phone call. She sat cross legged in her office, her chair leaned back against her desk as she nodded along with what the other party was saying. She smiled now and then before shaking her head.
”That is entirely up to you dearie, I can’t make those decisions for you, as much as I’d like to. You’re a free man, right?” She said casually, waving her hand left and right while she reached for a piece of licorice in her pocket.
”No no no, that’s okay hun! I’m so glad they worked, yes of course,” She tittered out a laugh. ”Flatterer.”
She paused again and nodded; ”Yes of course. Next time you might want to be a bit more discreet though,” She was about to take a bite of that red licorice when the other party said something else. She froze, listened, and for a moment, just a moment, her smile was something... dark. Her eyes twinkled with what might be malevolence or mischief, her head tilted and that ticking sound filled the air around her. She sniffed and nodded again. ”Only the first one is free dearie, will you be able to pay me for the service?”
She nodded again.
”Good. They’ll be ready on time.”
She hung up her phone and got to her feet, straightening her coat and adjusting her tie. She looked herself in the mirror, glittering white hair and pale white skin cast against a black suit and pink tie. Hm. Blue. She took off her tie and grabbed her phone again, flipping to the app that controlled the color of her eyes, turning them to her natural diamond blue. She drew a tie out of her drawer and set it, stretching her neck to make sure it fit just right. Satisfied, she started to move toward the workshop.
The door chimed.
A customer.
Sonya cracked a wide smile, turning on her heel and snatching her clipboard off of her table, she took a deep breath and within three quick steps was at her office door that lead straight into the lobby. She grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and threw the door open, a smile crossing her face with all the warmth and excitement of a mother seeing her children. ”Helloooooo dearie!” She announced.
She bowed; ”Sonya Chernova, At your service! How can I help you make the world a better place?”
The question only a few people asked was; “Where did those weapons come from?”
Either way, you find yourself walking in the direction of your destination. It’s colder than usual today. A chill hanging about you as you brush past shoppers bundled up for the sake of warmth. The storefront you see as you step through last clog of people is a simple one. A wide frost touched window greets you first, likely one intended to display dresses or clothing given the platform immediately behind it. There's a pair of simple plants in the window right now framing posed mannequins wearing a remarkable likeness to the uniform given to Haven Academy students during their stay. As you draw in closer you can read the sign on the door.
'Astarte Incorporated.
Huntsman Liason, Troubleshooter, Concierge and Support Specialists.
If we can't fix it for you, we know who can.'
Huntsman Liason, Troubleshooter, Concierge and Support Specialists.
If we can't fix it for you, we know who can.'
You push your way inside...
ticktickticktiiiicktickticktiiickkk
Sonya frowned at the digital clock on her wall but didn’t make any movement to interact with it. Her focus was on the phone call. She sat cross legged in her office, her chair leaned back against her desk as she nodded along with what the other party was saying. She smiled now and then before shaking her head.
”That is entirely up to you dearie, I can’t make those decisions for you, as much as I’d like to. You’re a free man, right?” She said casually, waving her hand left and right while she reached for a piece of licorice in her pocket.
”No no no, that’s okay hun! I’m so glad they worked, yes of course,” She tittered out a laugh. ”Flatterer.”
She paused again and nodded; ”Yes of course. Next time you might want to be a bit more discreet though,” She was about to take a bite of that red licorice when the other party said something else. She froze, listened, and for a moment, just a moment, her smile was something... dark. Her eyes twinkled with what might be malevolence or mischief, her head tilted and that ticking sound filled the air around her. She sniffed and nodded again. ”Only the first one is free dearie, will you be able to pay me for the service?”
She nodded again.
”Good. They’ll be ready on time.”
She hung up her phone and got to her feet, straightening her coat and adjusting her tie. She looked herself in the mirror, glittering white hair and pale white skin cast against a black suit and pink tie. Hm. Blue. She took off her tie and grabbed her phone again, flipping to the app that controlled the color of her eyes, turning them to her natural diamond blue. She drew a tie out of her drawer and set it, stretching her neck to make sure it fit just right. Satisfied, she started to move toward the workshop.
The door chimed.
A customer.
Sonya cracked a wide smile, turning on her heel and snatching her clipboard off of her table, she took a deep breath and within three quick steps was at her office door that lead straight into the lobby. She grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and threw the door open, a smile crossing her face with all the warmth and excitement of a mother seeing her children. ”Helloooooo dearie!” She announced.
She bowed; ”Sonya Chernova, At your service! How can I help you make the world a better place?”