01-30-2011, 06:40 PM
“This is never going to work.”
Jarka examined the options laid out in front of her while she brooded aloud. It was such a minor decision, so unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but she could not help but fret. Sigfried had informed her the previous evening of their mission. The two of them would woo a military to join forces with Earth’s Combined Militia. Just the two of them and an army. That wasn’t what agonized her at the moment, however. What agonized her was the fact that she had nothing to wear.
That is, of course, being dramatic. The girl had a variety of nice enough clothes for day to day living. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t place particular interest in her dress beyond ensuring nothing clashed too horrendously. This was different. This was an important meeting, one that could tip the scales of success in their favor. She couldn’t screw this up.
She couldn’t let ECM fail.
Thanks to her thrifty living, however, that might happen. Her eyes disdainfully trailed between the potential outfits she had laid across her bed. The myriad of skirts and tops surrounding that option were pleasant, but not nice enough. She would appear as though she didn’t see a meeting with the Sentinels as fit for sprucing up, like she were just running an errand between picking up groceries and dropping a letter off at the post office. Her charcoal business suit, purchased on clearance from a strip mall department store and partnered with a pink blouse, was likely the most appropriate attire she could choose; yet, her tawdry blazer could make ECM seem like a tawdry organization. She needed to dress to impress.
A sharp rap at the door interrupted her thoughts. Skoll’s growl was barely audible through the wood. “Jarka. I have something for you.”
“Come on in, Skoll. I won’t bite.”
“No. You’d rather use a knife.” He strode through the room and placed a small wrapped bundle on her desk before leaning casually against the wall. “Open it.”
The psychic obliged him. Peeling away layers of newspaper, she uncovered several vials filled with a fine powder. An expectant look shot towards her visitor.
The boy smirked. “Extract of Kami’s Whisper, a cactus found south of the city. When ingested, it produces an extremely mild serotonergic psychedelic effect. I also laced it with oxytocin. It should give you the results you need.”
She peered through the vial as though to appraise its contents. “And I can just-”
“You can use it exactly how you wanted. Just see me for the dosage beforehand.”
Jarka tucked the vials into her desk drawer and grinned at the boy. “Thanks, Skoll. Really. I’d hug you, but I know you’d hate that.”
“Appreciated.” As the boy departed, his eyes fell to the assorted clothing strewn across her bed. “Wear the suit. It’s probably the closest thing to respectable you own.”
Jarka examined the options laid out in front of her while she brooded aloud. It was such a minor decision, so unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but she could not help but fret. Sigfried had informed her the previous evening of their mission. The two of them would woo a military to join forces with Earth’s Combined Militia. Just the two of them and an army. That wasn’t what agonized her at the moment, however. What agonized her was the fact that she had nothing to wear.
That is, of course, being dramatic. The girl had a variety of nice enough clothes for day to day living. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t place particular interest in her dress beyond ensuring nothing clashed too horrendously. This was different. This was an important meeting, one that could tip the scales of success in their favor. She couldn’t screw this up.
She couldn’t let ECM fail.
Thanks to her thrifty living, however, that might happen. Her eyes disdainfully trailed between the potential outfits she had laid across her bed. The myriad of skirts and tops surrounding that option were pleasant, but not nice enough. She would appear as though she didn’t see a meeting with the Sentinels as fit for sprucing up, like she were just running an errand between picking up groceries and dropping a letter off at the post office. Her charcoal business suit, purchased on clearance from a strip mall department store and partnered with a pink blouse, was likely the most appropriate attire she could choose; yet, her tawdry blazer could make ECM seem like a tawdry organization. She needed to dress to impress.
A sharp rap at the door interrupted her thoughts. Skoll’s growl was barely audible through the wood. “Jarka. I have something for you.”
“Come on in, Skoll. I won’t bite.”
“No. You’d rather use a knife.” He strode through the room and placed a small wrapped bundle on her desk before leaning casually against the wall. “Open it.”
The psychic obliged him. Peeling away layers of newspaper, she uncovered several vials filled with a fine powder. An expectant look shot towards her visitor.
The boy smirked. “Extract of Kami’s Whisper, a cactus found south of the city. When ingested, it produces an extremely mild serotonergic psychedelic effect. I also laced it with oxytocin. It should give you the results you need.”
She peered through the vial as though to appraise its contents. “And I can just-”
“You can use it exactly how you wanted. Just see me for the dosage beforehand.”
Jarka tucked the vials into her desk drawer and grinned at the boy. “Thanks, Skoll. Really. I’d hug you, but I know you’d hate that.”
“Appreciated.” As the boy departed, his eyes fell to the assorted clothing strewn across her bed. “Wear the suit. It’s probably the closest thing to respectable you own.”
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
If life gives you lemons, hand them to me!
I've got a great recipe for lemon meringue pie.
If life gives you lemons, hand them to me!
I've got a great recipe for lemon meringue pie.