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Sadde is home; it's a Friday evening, his shift is over, and there's no school. He's reading a book, lying on his bed in his small-but-tidy apartment.
He is also quite naked, because it's his place and why not?
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"The Branding department's job includes this sort of decision, you'll need to talk to them about image anyway before going out so you can get their help there as well."
She puts the forms in a box on her desk and says, "Welcome to the team. You'll keep your room and someone will talk to you about setting up a bank account for your allowance."
She types something on her computer and says, "You'll find your PRT issue phone in your room, and you can use it to email or call Branding and set up a meeting to discuss your costume and cape name. Do you have any questions?"
"Then I believe this will be all."
A lady called Melissa May replies saying that she'll have time for him in exactly an hour eight minutes. Her email signature is handwritten in a very pretty and completely illegible scribble.
the-long-dawn
He replies that that suits him just fine, then figures out where her office is and arrives there at precisely the designated time. Knock knock.
"Come in!" a bubbly voice calls.
the-long-dawn
He enters. He smiles at Ms. May.
The clothing he's been supplied with so far has lacked tail holes, so he's wearing the outfit he arrived in: dark grey snakeskin boots with a too-large scale pattern, a belt of the same material, and a brown shirt and black trousers. The overall aesthetic is very medieval, everything hand-sewn to professional quality.
The clothing he's been supplied with so far has lacked tail holes, so he's wearing the outfit he arrived in: dark grey snakeskin boots with a too-large scale pattern, a belt of the same material, and a brown shirt and black trousers. The overall aesthetic is very medieval, everything hand-sewn to professional quality.
Ms. May is a plump lady with short blond hair, a smiling face hidden under about five pounds of makeup, and clothing and jewelry that are possibly more expensive than the building they're in.
She takes his outfit in and clicks her tongue. "Well made, but I'm not sure..." She shakes her head. "Well, hello Mr. Kevarsin, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!"
She takes his outfit in and clicks her tongue. "Well made, but I'm not sure..." She shakes her head. "Well, hello Mr. Kevarsin, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!"
the-long-dawn
"A pleasure to meet you too," he says cheerfully. "Not sure about what?"
"The outfit," she says, clicking her tongue again. "Which I assume is why you're here."
the-long-dawn
"Yes, I was told to come to you to discuss my costume and cape name," he says. "I'm not especially attached to this outfit in particular."
"All the better. What is your power, then?"
the-long-dawn
"It's a little bit complicated to describe, but in summary, I use objects such as wands and staves to produce effects such as fireballs, force blasts, and lightning bolts."
"Only offensive powers?"
the-long-dawn
"I also think I have sharper senses than an ordinary human, particularly night vision. But I haven't had a chance to measure that."
"Interesting. That will probably not influence the design much. Do you have any preferences, dear?"
"That's easy to work with. Will you want a mask?"
the-long-dawn
"I'm hardly going to have much luck concealing my identity," he says, with a wry shrug and a flick of his tail. "But it seems traditional. So I don't have a strong opinion either way."
"I see! Well, I'm thinking something wizardly, perhaps, similar to Myrddin maybe..."