A whole... new... you?
Indigo steped into her room at DSI; a few shopping bags with her. She slides open a drawer in the wall of cadaver drawers, pulling out an old suitcase, the initials SMA engraved on a small tarnshed brass plate. She opens the suitcase with almost a reverant air, pulling out a computer, an old cellphone, an old purse, and unfolds very carefully a very well tailored suit.
She goes to the other side of the old room, and picking up an old piece of cloth from the floor she wipes off some of the old dried blood from the full legnth mirror in the room, she carefully moves the old desk over to sit just in front of the mirror. Finding another cloth, she delicatly erases decades of dust from the desk, cleaning it and using just a bit of cleanser shines the top of it. She smiles devlishly as she goes to the bags she brought in, laying out the contents of one of them on the desk, skin care products, makeup, hot oil treatment for her locks... She slides her fingers against the small container of moisturizer. How long had it been since she used any of these things? Decades? Maybe eons... she didn't know, hell to be fair, she couldn't honeslty remember how old she really was. Time one of the many paradoxes around her. Pulling her hair into a delicate ponytail, she began the pampering of her skin and nails.
Steping away from the table she looked at herself in the mirror, hair pulled back and makeup on, it was a pitty she was going to have to cover her eyes, the colors she chose actualy highlighted the black. Definatly a pitty. She moved with defined grace to the other bag, pulling out new shirts and pants and jackets, and out of one she pulls out another finely tailored suit, much nicer than the old one. Long black pants, and jacket. The shirt she picked out was a deep purple, so purple it was almost black. She slide into the bra, looking to the mtching panties and studying them for a moment she tossed them aside and slid the pants on. Slinking into the clothing she studied herself in the mirror, sensing something was just not yet right, sliding on her mirrored sunglasses, it finished the look.
Finally she looked over at her two familiars, "I think it is time to go to see that attorney."
Sampson and Laylai merely watched on, slightly befuddled, but the older familiar knew, and he seemed to chuff in amusement slightly at the change, knowing what it foretold.
She goes to the other side of the old room, and picking up an old piece of cloth from the floor she wipes off some of the old dried blood from the full legnth mirror in the room, she carefully moves the old desk over to sit just in front of the mirror. Finding another cloth, she delicatly erases decades of dust from the desk, cleaning it and using just a bit of cleanser shines the top of it. She smiles devlishly as she goes to the bags she brought in, laying out the contents of one of them on the desk, skin care products, makeup, hot oil treatment for her locks... She slides her fingers against the small container of moisturizer. How long had it been since she used any of these things? Decades? Maybe eons... she didn't know, hell to be fair, she couldn't honeslty remember how old she really was. Time one of the many paradoxes around her. Pulling her hair into a delicate ponytail, she began the pampering of her skin and nails.
Steping away from the table she looked at herself in the mirror, hair pulled back and makeup on, it was a pitty she was going to have to cover her eyes, the colors she chose actualy highlighted the black. Definatly a pitty. She moved with defined grace to the other bag, pulling out new shirts and pants and jackets, and out of one she pulls out another finely tailored suit, much nicer than the old one. Long black pants, and jacket. The shirt she picked out was a deep purple, so purple it was almost black. She slide into the bra, looking to the mtching panties and studying them for a moment she tossed them aside and slid the pants on. Slinking into the clothing she studied herself in the mirror, sensing something was just not yet right, sliding on her mirrored sunglasses, it finished the look.
Finally she looked over at her two familiars, "I think it is time to go to see that attorney."
Sampson and Laylai merely watched on, slightly befuddled, but the older familiar knew, and he seemed to chuff in amusement slightly at the change, knowing what it foretold.