chameleon (morphis) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-03-16 18:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ash merry, ~nicolette ashford |
Who: Ash & Nicky
Where: Cafe
When: Sometime today
What: Picking up some new forms, chillin', maxin', relaxin'.
Warnings: Low.
Status: In Progress | Closed
By this point, Ash was used to the erratic internal politics of the Regiment bases. She'd been transferred numerous times in her tenure as an agent, her skills were regularly needed for a short time, on short assignments and then, the next time someone with a shifting face was needed off she went again. Ash had learned not to get comfortable anywhere, but the fact that each base tended to be similarly constructed helped make that all the more easier. For a woman with an ever changing appearance, the relative similarity of her surroundings tended to get frustrating. So she was glad to move about, wearing her blond, normal skinned appearance to avoid issue, sitting in the small cafe in the base and enjoying what passed as an ice tea while she watched people move around. It was something few people understood she had to do. To fully imitate someone, learn every inch of their demeanour. It was one thing to morph into their exact replica, down to scars and marks, but walking like them, the inflections in a voice, the rate of blinks, how they held themselves, nervous ticks. The call had to be learned. It meant that people watching became a big part of Ash's life, even in the confines of the base. Because she didn't exactly have much else to do. |