Judith Alexander (honey_i_wanna) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-02-10 17:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | alessa, brandy, finished thread, l'arachel, rating: pg-13, setting: area around asgard, setting: asgard |
Let The Sunshine In
Who: Brandy and {Open to Asgard}
When: The afternoon of February 10th
Where: The Lawns of Asgard, Inside Asgard
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, obvious skankery
Summary: Sal is finally prepared to break into Asgard. With suitcases, manicured nails, and a "bitchin" personality to boot, Sal is ready to pour on some Brandy. But will he sink or swim~?
It had been a long time in the works. Sal had done more research than he had ever let on - swiping magazines (Cosmopolitan, Elle, O, Bridal Guide - these things had no purpose in the world, but here they were!), running through the stores and pilfering clothes and accessories, and spying on the public posts of the females of Asgard. While healing up, he'd spent some time picking on L'Arachel, chuckling over the antics of the others, and cleaning the guns he had on hand. But he took this possible infiltration very seriously, so while he did enjoy picking on the occasional fool, he did it to get rises out of them. And nine times out of ten, this prodding paid off.
As he changed into female form and he became she, she spent her morning dyeing her hair and trying to get those damned contacts in, all while memorizing how she was going to behave in character. Washing her lengthened hair out, she mulled about the females of Asgard, because she didn't know how a woman behaved. There were many types of females. Maria - a woman who proclaimed loudly and frequently that she was proud to be the independent female while she flirted her ass off with males on both teams. L'Arachel - introduced herself so showily and vociferously, it had to be annoying. Morana - meek, adorable, innocent, dulcet, and delightful if you ever knew what she was saying - a good-hearted child who more or less reminded him of a white mouse that needed to be fed to the vipers sooner rather than later. Sal figured she could blend most of their personalities - the Blythe-isms, the Zefiris-isms, the Eileen-isms, but those three (and the memory of the pitiful, pitch-perfect Misa - oh how she would have been ideal) had the sweet, sultry, and vocal attitudes that she would try to adapt to and amplify to aggravating and insulting proportions. It was her goal to gather as much information as possible while being equally vexatious and crude.
Lies. Lies, lies, they'd have to be fluid, frequent, and insistent. And if anyone could pull that off, Sal - or rather, Brandy - could.
At noon, Brandy finally left Emptiness and trekked across the forests in abominably high heels with skinny jeans, a tank top, and a pink hoodie with fur rims. It was cold - very cold - but not unbearable, as Sal wasn't unused to discomfort and pain. Besides, the weather helped with clothing that would hide the shoulder wound caused by Kain. Finally, she approached the building, disgusted immediately by the bright, pure quality of it all (but did then recall what the wonderful Emerald did), just as she had always hated it. But this time, she'd be going inside. Fixing herself up, running a finger along her lips, patting down the gloss, she reached out and knocked on the door, and yelled in a shrill voice:
"Helloooooooooooo!?"