OTA.
Esme wasn't as stressed out as she looked. Honestly. she was perfectly one hundred percent cool. Ignore the irritably fluttering wings or the slight scowl on the girls face. Or the annoyed way at which she worked on restringing her guitar. Weapons maintenance. That's what this was. She was keeping her 'weapon' ready just in case. Tightening screws and testing the strings,s he was aware that she was being watched by one of the MPs and she didn't like it.
They weren't giving her funny looks. They weren't saying anything rude. They were just watching her and that was enough to annoy the girl at the moment. More than enough.
Testing one of the strings, tuning it as she went, Esme sent the sound right at the mans ear as she worked. She wanted him out of the room and what better way to do so than to make him feel ill.
Very ill. The longer he stayed, the worse he felt and Esme turned it up a bit. Now, though, it wasn't as focused and would probably have an effect on anyone that came in the room.
Esme made no apologies for that and kept tweaking the sound more and more until the MP finally ran out. She kept an eye on his sounds, watching the color of his voice swirl irritably and when she was sure he'd thrown up, she sighed.
At least he was gone. She stopped playing with the sound, picking up her guitar as she continued to harmlessly tune the strings.
They weren't giving her funny looks. They weren't saying anything rude. They were just watching her and that was enough to annoy the girl at the moment. More than enough.
Testing one of the strings, tuning it as she went, Esme sent the sound right at the mans ear as she worked. She wanted him out of the room and what better way to do so than to make him feel ill.
Very ill. The longer he stayed, the worse he felt and Esme turned it up a bit. Now, though, it wasn't as focused and would probably have an effect on anyone that came in the room.
Esme made no apologies for that and kept tweaking the sound more and more until the MP finally ran out. She kept an eye on his sounds, watching the color of his voice swirl irritably and when she was sure he'd thrown up, she sighed.
At least he was gone. She stopped playing with the sound, picking up her guitar as she continued to harmlessly tune the strings.