Nimue Stormson
Empress of Effekt
Mallory couldn't belive it. She was going to be on a date! Well more like a cyberdate....thing. It was hard to put into words. She was just so nervous about the actual thing itself. And to think she'd found this girl, [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] on some online dating sight when she was the type who didn't think those sort of sights worked. She'd put her name and info in for the sake of herself thinking "why not?" but never expected to actually find someone on it. The whole fact had made her more-or-less feel like she was about to face a firing squad.
She'd set up to meet this girl via holovid talk since she couldn't exaclty go out for the time being; not so much because of her disability but because she was so nervous to meet in person first before anything else. Thankfully she understood and they'd agreed to talk tonight. But even for it being a vid-chat date Mallory was preparing herself as if it were an actual one.
She washed her hair and had it nice and clean, wore a nicer dress, made sure the glasses were right. Even to where she had potioned the camera so it would show the nicer parts of her apartment were something she worried about. Once everything had been set, Mallory taking the time to move everything around and look presentable, she waited at the laptop she'd set on the table until Sekairo would answer.
As she waited she started to worry. She worried what it would be like when she told her she couldn't walk, or if she had to ventually tell her about her secret life as Mouse. Could she afford this sort of thing while working her life as a vigilante slicer? But then again she did deserve this, didn't she?
She'd set up to meet this girl via holovid talk since she couldn't exaclty go out for the time being; not so much because of her disability but because she was so nervous to meet in person first before anything else. Thankfully she understood and they'd agreed to talk tonight. But even for it being a vid-chat date Mallory was preparing herself as if it were an actual one.
She washed her hair and had it nice and clean, wore a nicer dress, made sure the glasses were right. Even to where she had potioned the camera so it would show the nicer parts of her apartment were something she worried about. Once everything had been set, Mallory taking the time to move everything around and look presentable, she waited at the laptop she'd set on the table until Sekairo would answer.
As she waited she started to worry. She worried what it would be like when she told her she couldn't walk, or if she had to ventually tell her about her secret life as Mouse. Could she afford this sort of thing while working her life as a vigilante slicer? But then again she did deserve this, didn't she?