Post by Victoria on Oct 29, 2017 20:48:57 GMT -5
Lots of changes. Too many to keep them all straight. The two that mattered to her most were as follows.
Ogawa had become Captain after months of being the "acting" captain. This meant a ton to the division as it meant that after nearly a year without a full captain they finally had one. Which was good. Things would get done, she hoped, a little more quickly.
And.
She finally had her purpose. Thanks to very strange conversations with Nanami before she deserted and most recently with Kasumi while they were both naked at the spa. A strange day to say the least about that but, she had her target. The divisions she'd spent her life in would be hers if she had any say in it. For right now, with the promotion of Ogawa and her certainty that if she were to challenge him she'd get the worst beating she'd sustained in centuries, she'd hold off on challenging him. That didn't mean she couldn't take the initiative and make sure the division got a proper second in command.
She'd requested a meeting with him even gone so far as to write the request and hand it to his direct secretary herself instead of having one of the numerous division members that always needed something to do while they awaited combat deployments. That had been a couple days prior which gave her time to put together what she wanted to say and wear. She couldn't always wear the same outfit and she didn't have any training scheduled where she'd need to be wearing her combat uniform or her training gear.
She'd arrived early. Dressed in a three quarter sleeved variant of the standard uniform, high waisted wide legged pants in the proper colors, and sandles much akin to her standard caligae only minus the hobnails and a shorter top that didn't come above her ankles. She'd spent a tad more time than normal on her hair this time. Deciding that she'd leave it down she applied a soft perfume to her hair and pale pink gloss to her lips. Her eyes... well... there wasn't much she could do with the right one. She could apply all the makeup to it all she wanted but with burn scar being as it was it would be like painting over a deep gouge in a plank of wood. It would cover the scar up but the damage would still be visible which made bothering with it pointless.
She'd seated herself on one of the chairs near the entrance to his office. Things were different with the captain and how you approached them. You couldn't just waltz up to their office and ask for an audience. You could, and some people did, but more often than not you'd be told to go away. So if she wanted to be seen she'd have to sit patiently flipping through whatever reading materials they had till she was told to go in by the receptionist. Thankfully, in all her years within the division she'd never been tasked with being a desk jockey for more than a couple months when injured and never as the captains receptionist.
Turning the page in the way outdated magazine that had begun its life years prior in the human realm. 'Whoever brought this back should make another magazine run. This things just about in tatters,' she bemused as she gingerly turned the page on the aging magazine. Perhaps the next time she was out shopping in the human realm she'd make a stop by a local news agent and purchase a great big stack of magazines of all kinds and hand them to the receptionist to rotate in and out as she felt the need. Yes, that would be a good idea as they could finally be rid of this tattered and faded pile of pages that had once been a publication.
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Ogawa had become Captain after months of being the "acting" captain. This meant a ton to the division as it meant that after nearly a year without a full captain they finally had one. Which was good. Things would get done, she hoped, a little more quickly.
And.
She finally had her purpose. Thanks to very strange conversations with Nanami before she deserted and most recently with Kasumi while they were both naked at the spa. A strange day to say the least about that but, she had her target. The divisions she'd spent her life in would be hers if she had any say in it. For right now, with the promotion of Ogawa and her certainty that if she were to challenge him she'd get the worst beating she'd sustained in centuries, she'd hold off on challenging him. That didn't mean she couldn't take the initiative and make sure the division got a proper second in command.
She'd requested a meeting with him even gone so far as to write the request and hand it to his direct secretary herself instead of having one of the numerous division members that always needed something to do while they awaited combat deployments. That had been a couple days prior which gave her time to put together what she wanted to say and wear. She couldn't always wear the same outfit and she didn't have any training scheduled where she'd need to be wearing her combat uniform or her training gear.
She'd arrived early. Dressed in a three quarter sleeved variant of the standard uniform, high waisted wide legged pants in the proper colors, and sandles much akin to her standard caligae only minus the hobnails and a shorter top that didn't come above her ankles. She'd spent a tad more time than normal on her hair this time. Deciding that she'd leave it down she applied a soft perfume to her hair and pale pink gloss to her lips. Her eyes... well... there wasn't much she could do with the right one. She could apply all the makeup to it all she wanted but with burn scar being as it was it would be like painting over a deep gouge in a plank of wood. It would cover the scar up but the damage would still be visible which made bothering with it pointless.
She'd seated herself on one of the chairs near the entrance to his office. Things were different with the captain and how you approached them. You couldn't just waltz up to their office and ask for an audience. You could, and some people did, but more often than not you'd be told to go away. So if she wanted to be seen she'd have to sit patiently flipping through whatever reading materials they had till she was told to go in by the receptionist. Thankfully, in all her years within the division she'd never been tasked with being a desk jockey for more than a couple months when injured and never as the captains receptionist.
Turning the page in the way outdated magazine that had begun its life years prior in the human realm. 'Whoever brought this back should make another magazine run. This things just about in tatters,' she bemused as she gingerly turned the page on the aging magazine. Perhaps the next time she was out shopping in the human realm she'd make a stop by a local news agent and purchase a great big stack of magazines of all kinds and hand them to the receptionist to rotate in and out as she felt the need. Yes, that would be a good idea as they could finally be rid of this tattered and faded pile of pages that had once been a publication.
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